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Mr Fix It
0Yesterday, the drawer broke when I opened it to get a spoon. I managed to take it out and nail it together at the SAME TIME as preparing my soup.
I’m like a crazy hybrid of Handy Andy and the Galloping Gourmet
Ralph arrived last night and we went to the fantastic Coriander restaurant in Chorlton. I’m going to mention the name a lot in case the owner notices and I get freebies. If that works, expect a lot of references to Mesa-Boogie from then on.
Anyway, a fabulous meal (at the marvellous Coriander on Barlow Moor Road, a range of prices and an excellent vegetarian selection…ok, ok I’ll stop ) we headed home for a few cheeky shandies and some banter. I passed out by 2 unlike ‘erself and Ralph who teetered on until 8, by which point Sophie was incapable of operating the duvet or her speech centres.
Guess which of us three is feeling smuggest today?
…and what have you done?
0Xmas accomplished with minimum damage, liver and stomach notwithstanding. My stomach in particular is not withstanding anything more than glasses of milk at the moment. Me and ‘er just had a quiet Xmas at home, working our way through the provisions, trying not to spill any of it. I feel I may be over-boozing to compensate for my planned abstinence, starting on 1/1/2007. Obviously, this will not include my birthday, pace-egging or the Cambridge Folk Festival (one can take these things too far) but will result in a svelte physique by the end of the month.
Even though I’m a soppy tart at the best of times, the Xmas spirit seems to be getting to me. Today, I found myself misty-eyed at “Challenge Aneka” and positively soggy-cheeked at …er…”Casper, the Friendly Ghost”. It’s not right, really it’s not. I was even getting all self-helpy, ‘yougogirl’ for the Welsh cleaner on Channel 4 learning to be a Burlesque stripper and breaking through her barriers. And I was NOT just watching it for the 50s retro loving gals with pasties on their nipples.
‘erself is planning to work as of tomorrow. I plan to work my way through a selection of cheesy sci-fi flicks and technical books.
I so rawk.
To See The Boy Happy
0Two nights of the boy Morrissey at G-Mex in yer actual Manchester. Is there a better start to Xmas?
He seemed on top form, especially on Saturday night. I still don’t get Kristeen Young, though. Incredible voice and for the first five minutes she seems exciting but after 45 minutes, i’m willing her off the stage.
Morrissey’s latest thing seems to be 60’s/70’s euro-crooners judging by the videos before he came on. Sacha Distel, Brigitte Bardot, Tommy Korberg, Gigliola Cinquetti as well as Vince Taylor and a James Dean screen test (some things are constant) which I enjoyed way more than i’d have expected.
The lad ‘imself still knocks me out. I can’t think of a single, current pop star with half his wit or charm or style.
And hearing “the songs that saved your life” being sung by the man in person never gets old.
Doing It Anyway
0My project manager asked me today if I’d fancy going to the customer site after January “for a while” i.e. a month or so.
That’s the customer in Sweden.
And the arse end of Sweden at that, by all accounts.
I turned it down but mostly, as I don’t feel I have a good enough level of the technical knowledge I’m supposed to be getting from my employers yet. Recently, the work has become much more interesting and is starting to lead me towards the knowledge I wanted to gain about a year ago but at the moment I think presenting myself at a customer site with my level of knowledge would make the company look bad and more to point, make me look like an arse.
My problem is that despite the Project Manager saying it was fine, I’ve been stressing about it all evening. What seems to be bugging me is the implication that I’m not good enough – that I can’t handle the responsibility of the job. Being me, that leads onto internal pondering about other jobs I’d to do like but can’t due to my rubbish-ness, followed by a short trip to “imsoshititsincredible”.
Realistically, the company needs to give me the time to get the experience I want/need, and are asking more of me than is reasonable for no benefit to myself. To get any better at the job, I’ll have to spend a fair chunk of my own time working on training and I’m not sure I want to. There are a million things I’d rather spend my free time on, and which I’d be more interested in learning about, so the choice is whether the job is enjoyable enough to spend my own time on or whether I look for something else entirely. So why do I still feel panicky?
In case you note an unusual hint of positivity, I’ve been reading Susan Jeffers’ book “Feel the fear and do it anyway”. For all its annoying Californian Woo-Hoo-ness, which I usually scoff at, I’m finding it irritatingly useful. I’ve read about a third of it and managed to write an honest blog entry that didn’t cower behind frivolous self-effacing jokes.
Well, not entirely. Maybe by the Bibliography.
Tiredness
0When did I start looking forward to Holidays as a time to catch up on sleep and rest and not a time to par-tay? Roll on Thursday night, I’m thinking. Nice long lie on Friday and by Sunday, when I’ve got the two Moz gigs out of the way, i’ll be able to reeeeallly relax. At least until Ralph arrives.
That reminds me – we need more paracetamol.