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« Reply #1470 on: 11:44:22, 03-11-2008 » |
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Good morning all. What, you say, at this time? - well I did have to get up and make breakfast and packed lunch and get V2 off to school, after which I went to the gym, came back and had a bath and a gathering of compositional thoughts (those two usually go together I find), and now I find my 12 CD set of the complete works of Bernard Parmegiani has just arrived, so I guess it's going to be a musique concrète kind of day today. Except I'm being stared at by a threatening-looking vacuum cleaner, which I left in the middle of the room last night to remind me of something, I can't remember what, maybe if I have a coffee it will come back to me.
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« Reply #1471 on: 11:45:14, 03-11-2008 » |
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Then you get into work and get heckled by the "I'm superior to you because I get up at 4.30 in the morning, in fact no, I get up before I even go to bed because I'm so hard" brigade, who just think you're being lazy.  You have my sympathies, Ruby. I've known far too many people (including bosses) who delude themselves that hours spent in the office amount to the same thing as productive work. And don't even start me on the meeting junkies ... normally people who are on the promotion treadmill and end up miserable and bitter when they get there. My sympathies too. Back in the days when I worked in an office, I had a choice of start times ranging from 8 to 9:30. Naturally (being a night owl and late riser) I chose 9:30. Little did I realise this automatically marked me in the eyes of my boss (ex-military, always at his desk at 0600 or something) as an immoral, lazy and work-shy slacker. God forbid if I didn't make it in until 9:35. Or if I went to get a cup of coffee before switching on my computer (he'd actually check my log-in times, so naturally I started leaving the computer on all the time). He was horrified when I actually wanted to use the vacation leave I had accumulated. When it emerged I was doing the odd bit of music freelancing (never on the office's time), that only confirmed his opinion of my moral decrepitude - and the real persecution began. Good thing I had an escape plan! The only job I've ever had where it actually matters if I'm late is being a violinist. The few times I've been late for a rehearsal (every one of them thanks to London transport let me add), it's felt absolutely horrible. You feel you're letting down your colleagues, as well as potentially missing important developments right from the first minute. Generally no one upbraids musicians for being late, because everyone knows no one feels worse about it than the late person him/herself. I've never been late for a concert (touch wood), but not long ago played a gig where two of my colleagues were looking at a slow clock during the interval and came back into the church only to hear the audience applauding as the rest of us went on stage. Highly embarrassing. We took an extra long time to tune so they had a chance to get their instruments out and join us. Gosh Strina, how awful! On both the boss and the late colleagues thing. I still have nightmares about being late for concerts and that dates back to when I was at school! I always made my dad take me ridiculously early - he must have loved that!  I can only imagine what the impact must be like when you're doing it professionally. I'm in a slightly unusual situation at work because my team is based all over the country so I don't answer directly to anyone in the building. Or indeed the county. I check in via e-mail when I get in, and I usually get a call from my manager at about 2.30pm, but quite honestly I could potentially get away with setting an automatic e-mail to announce my hypothetical presence and diverting my phone to the mobile. I'm really lucky at the moment in that I generally really enjoy my job. Except when I'm bored and underchallenged, which tend to be when I spend the most time on here....  Got bits and bobs on the go today but it's just testing ideas - nothing to get my teeth into on this project just yet. |
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« Reply #1472 on: 11:59:06, 03-11-2008 » |
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Good morning all. What, you say, at this time? - well I did have to get up and make breakfast and packed lunch and get V2 off to school, after which I went to the gym, came back and had a bath and a gathering of compositional thoughts (those two usually go together I find), and now I find my 12 CD set of the complete works of Bernard Parmegiani has just arrived, so I guess it's going to be a musique concrète kind of day today. Except I'm being stared at by a threatening-looking vacuum cleaner, which I left in the middle of the room last night to remind me of something, I can't remember what, maybe if I have a coffee it will come back to me.
I'm impressed! Goodness me.  Milly's day. I did the breakfast and packed lunch thing. Did the school run. Little 'un has school dinner but teenager has packed lunch. Came home, stripped the beds off, hoovered downstairs, swept the garage out and the porch which was full of dead leaves. Cleaned the fountain in the porch which was full of sand and is now working again. Sorted out all the rubbish into various recycling receptacles, loaded the washer, put the lines out ready to hang out. Cleaned up garden of dog waste and disposed of same in doggy bin down the road. Just about to vac the stairs, landing and bedrooms, make the beds, freshen up the bathrooms/loos. I haven't had breakfast yet so I suppose it'll be lunch now. Then dog walk, then ironing, then supermarket, then school again and then cook dinner for three. In between all this I've been fielding texts from mum who has new phone and has been experimenting wildly. Tonight after dinner, I'm going to have to sort this office out. I'm sure there must be unpaid bills underneath all the piles of paper. Better have a look.  Having read all the threads above though, I'd much rather be doing all this than be back in my old office job. All those office politics and bitchy women. Ugh. All this whilst listening to Radio 3 of course! |
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« Reply #1473 on: 11:59:23, 03-11-2008 » |
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Except I'm being stared at by a threatening-looking vacuum cleaner, which I left in the middle of the room last night to remind me of something, I can't remember what, maybe if I have a coffee it will come back to me.
That's funny: there are three waste paper baskets in the middle of my living room. Why? |
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« Reply #1474 on: 12:18:55, 03-11-2008 » |
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I'd much rather be doing all this than be back in my old office job. So would I! It all feels like rather a waste of time sometimes. Especially now that the leaves are piling up in the garden and I never see my house in daylight any more. |
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« Reply #1475 on: 12:20:23, 03-11-2008 » |
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Except I'm being stared at by a threatening-looking vacuum cleaner, which I left in the middle of the room last night to remind me of something, I can't remember what, maybe if I have a coffee it will come back to me.
That's funny: there are three waste paper baskets in the middle of my living room. Why? Target practice? |
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« Reply #1476 on: 12:21:34, 03-11-2008 » |
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I've been to the dentist (all well, hurray), and planted 20 tulip bulbs. It took me ages to find the tulip bulbs, which I bought some time ago, so that took longer than it should have done. And....er.....that's about it so far, really! Teenager doesn't make his own packed lunch  ? I'm hoping you only made their beds because you were changing the sheets/duvets/whatever. Poor Milly - we're always telling you off. (My heating's off, by the way, but I had the electric blanket on last night - very nice too. I don't feel a bit guilty  ) |
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« Reply #1477 on: 12:32:42, 03-11-2008 » |
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Except I'm being stared at by a threatening-looking vacuum cleaner, which I left in the middle of the room last night to remind me of something, I can't remember what, maybe if I have a coffee it will come back to me.
That's funny: there are three waste paper baskets in the middle of my living room. Why? Maybe they want to be taken for a walk. As for me I'm still enjoying the coffee, and the vacuum cleaner has strangely begun to look less threatening, almost giving the impression that it would sit there quietly all day if I always tiptoed around it. |
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« Reply #1478 on: 12:36:00, 03-11-2008 » |
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Ok, I'm going to come out of the closet here. I, too, have an electric blanket. I sort of inherited it last year and then forgot about it until one very cold night. Wonderful things! The sheer bliss of getting into a warm bed on a freezing night I don't keep it on all night, it's not necessary. I  my blanket and I don't care who knows! |
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« Reply #1479 on: 12:43:36, 03-11-2008 » |
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I my blanket and I don't care who knows!  |
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« Reply #1481 on: 12:50:54, 03-11-2008 » |
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I've been to the dentist (all well, hurray), and planted 20 tulip bulbs. It took me ages to find the tulip bulbs, which I bought some time ago, so that took longer than it should have done. And....er.....that's about it so far, really! Teenager doesn't make his own packed lunch ? I'm hoping you only made their beds because you were changing the sheets/duvets/whatever. Poor Milly - we're always telling you off. (My heating's off, by the way, but I had the electric blanket on last night - very nice too. I don't feel a bit guilty ) No, teenager doesn't make his own packed lunch. It takes him all his time to get out of bed! I have his breakfast on the table ready, his clothes ready to put on, his lunch packed and then all he has to do is get up, get dressed, eat it and then I drop him off at work on the way to school. I'd actually rather that than having him making a mess in the kitchen anyway. It's much easier for me to just whizz through everything. He makes his own bed every day. I'm washing all the bedding today which is why I'm doing it. I've got all the windows flung wide open. It's mild today and the sea is like a mill pond. Lots of horses galloping up and down on the beach. Washing out....life is good! |
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« Reply #1482 on: 14:37:03, 03-11-2008 » |
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Except I'm being stared at by a threatening-looking vacuum cleaner, which I left in the middle of the room last night to remind me of something, I can't remember what, maybe if I have a coffee it will come back to me.
That's funny: there are three waste paper baskets in the middle of my living room. Why? Maybe they want to be taken for a walk. As for me I'm still enjoying the coffee, and the vacuum cleaner has strangely begun to look less threatening, almost giving the impression that it would sit there quietly all day if I always tiptoed around it. Waste paper baskets normally lead a sedentary life. They wait for the prey to come to them, rather than actively hunting, and to see them hunting in a pack is very unusual. Have you been overfeeding them? Overfeeding them sometimes encourages the pack mentality. The other possibility is that they are feeling insecure. Do you regularly show them affection? Vacuum cleaners! my parents used to keep a vicious brute of a Hoover when I was little and I was terrified of it. It used to charge around the room howling and devouring anything that wasn't nailed down. I got over my phobia eventually, and had a little Henry that I was quite fond of for a while but then around 2004/2005 we got one of those little ones that does stuff like sucking up spilled wine stains, which is the sort of thing it's really meant for, but after the 364th puddle of cat pee on the carpet it rolled on its back and expired, which is when we chose to revert to wooden flooring. |
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« Reply #1483 on: 14:44:00, 03-11-2008 » |
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I have done battle with the vacuum cleaner and returned it to its kennel under the stairs. Next on my exciting to-do list is Sainsbury's followed by another school run and then taking V2 to her swimming lesson at Waltham Forest Pool and Cack Track, one of the horriblest swimming pools in the known universe. had a little Henry that I was quite fond of for a while It's so difficult to get good help these days, is it not? |
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« Reply #1484 on: 14:58:37, 03-11-2008 » |
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I've still got my Henry, of whom I am inordinately fond. He's been cleaned up after today's exertions and put back into his little home under the stairs. He's got more suction than 3 Dysons put together. He's also very good for tiled and wood floors. Cheapest on the market as well. I too am off to Sainsburys shortly. Richard's life and mine are mirrored!!! We're not swimming till Thursday though...ooh which reminds me I must cancel it this week because it's Parent/Teacher interviews on Thursday. What a scintillatingly interesting life we lead. |
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