Mantras... sayings... those little phrases you might spout without thinking.
They make you feel better, get you through the hard times, annoy the monkies out of people you have said them to too many times.
Im not talking about the "Clean your room"s
or even the "I love you"s
but those little globules of wordyness.. you know the ones.
Well theres one me and my mentee have grown to love. We use it often, not because its glib, but because it applies so often.
It's simple. It's clear. It is...
Man the fuck up.
Im not saying that this only applies to men, but today, they are who it is aimed at.
Im talking about those men who pride themselves on their Masculinity. Their Manliness. Their being powerful, strong, capable, in control, masterly, messianic...
These are the ones, who in a crunch, turn into lily livered little cowards. This annoys me. As a woman, I find we put up with a lot. Men as described above. Theres no need for them to put into words their belief that they are better in some undefinable way than any woman. we put up with this because those we love, love them. They stand in a room, not believeing, not thinking, but KNOWING all women are lower, and presumably, horrendously attracted to them.
I know im sounding bitchy here. but I do not hate all men. I hate this particular kind of man. Who when realising they have a difficult decision to make, choose the easiest possible way out for themselves, not caring, probably not even realising how hurtful they are being.
THESE MEN ARE COWARDS
They are exactly the opposite of that which they believe themselves to be.
Deep down I hope they know how cowardly and pathetic they are. But I doubt they do.
These are the men who need to man the fuck up. Be human. Actually behave in a manner that is at very least respectful to those who have given up their time, lives, and love to you.
Monday, 29 June 2009
Monday, 22 June 2009
Hayfever and other annoyances
Yes folks.. Its hayfever time.
I love trees. They dont seem to love me. Hell im not even sure its tree pollen im most allergic to. Could be that bastad grass.
So im doing my scratchy throat with tongue thing in my sleep. So I wake up with a throat on the verge of tasting bloody.
Fun eh?
Iv got potential news, but dont want to jinx it. *knocks on several pieces of wood*
Theres things Im thinking of trying, but the deadlines and my general style and laziness probably mean they arent compatible. That and Im a big chicken. Today I shall mostly be being annoyed at wimbledon taking over the tv.
not so interesting..
apple ogies.
I love trees. They dont seem to love me. Hell im not even sure its tree pollen im most allergic to. Could be that bastad grass.
So im doing my scratchy throat with tongue thing in my sleep. So I wake up with a throat on the verge of tasting bloody.
Fun eh?
Iv got potential news, but dont want to jinx it. *knocks on several pieces of wood*
Theres things Im thinking of trying, but the deadlines and my general style and laziness probably mean they arent compatible. That and Im a big chicken. Today I shall mostly be being annoyed at wimbledon taking over the tv.
not so interesting..
apple ogies.
Friday, 5 June 2009
its been a BAD DAY please dont take my picture...
I say bad day.
Started with a bad night.
Bad night on the phones.
Unpleasant. Heartwrenching. Stomach churning. Maddening.
pick your favourite
Nasty people. People are stupid, nasty, vindictive.
Not sounding jaded am I?
Called back a job I didnt get - yes another one - for some feedback
Out of 9 applicants, only I didnt have any experience working in a library.
Out of 9 applicants for this part time role, 5 people had the degree in working in libraryness.
8 years of using academic libraries and a lifetime of ordinary ones just doesnt cut it.
The ability to do the job is outmatched by any experience. But how to get experience?
Being truthful apparently not a big plus point. Listening also not an important skill for interviewers...
Yes, I said that my dizziness has been a problem with reading in the past.
Did I explain that I had worked around that, using computer programmes that I can demonstrate to others with reading difficulties, not only to read for pleasure but to complete a frikkin research based history degree? Yes.
Did I say that I do not read for pleasure now? That I cant read actual books? No.
Did I say that I do read and list a number of texts, including those by my lovely authory friends? YES I BLOODY DID.
Im pissed off.
Dont not give me a job because you havent listened to what Ive said.
Started with a bad night.
Bad night on the phones.
Unpleasant. Heartwrenching. Stomach churning. Maddening.
pick your favourite
Nasty people. People are stupid, nasty, vindictive.
Not sounding jaded am I?
Called back a job I didnt get - yes another one - for some feedback
Out of 9 applicants, only I didnt have any experience working in a library.
Out of 9 applicants for this part time role, 5 people had the degree in working in libraryness.
8 years of using academic libraries and a lifetime of ordinary ones just doesnt cut it.
The ability to do the job is outmatched by any experience. But how to get experience?
Being truthful apparently not a big plus point. Listening also not an important skill for interviewers...
Yes, I said that my dizziness has been a problem with reading in the past.
Did I explain that I had worked around that, using computer programmes that I can demonstrate to others with reading difficulties, not only to read for pleasure but to complete a frikkin research based history degree? Yes.
Did I say that I do not read for pleasure now? That I cant read actual books? No.
Did I say that I do read and list a number of texts, including those by my lovely authory friends? YES I BLOODY DID.
Im pissed off.
Dont not give me a job because you havent listened to what Ive said.
Friday, 22 May 2009
funneh
ok. this has been making me giggle constantly whenever I think about it for the past few days.I thought id be kind and share. Welcome to the Giggles.
tired...
Im tired.
2nd overnight shift of the week last night - and no - dont go getting your hopes up folks - its not paid work. I VOLUNTEER for this.
Im STILL dizzy from the tv massacre of last weekend.
Ive been terrified by a recruitment agency ringing me to reccomend applying for a job when i honestly cant remember having any contact with them, let alone having given them a copy of my CV.
There has been an ideal job spotted. Something that would be great. Something that would be fab. Something that would be interesting and actually relevant to the 8 years of getting my degree.
Problem.
Its in Alnwick. It involves ladders and spiral staircases. Normally Id apply anyway, expecting nothing and hoping for the best. At the moment the dizzy is still so present that Im dubious about doing even that.
I dunno.
Everythings just a bit *pleh*
I put the best friends birthday present thru her letterbox. That was monday. Its now friday and Id heard nothing. I broke the rule for the first time. I txtd her.
"This situation is weird but i wouldnt have thought you would be able to not comment on the awesomeness of that present. Are you away? Did you not get it somehow?"
She got it. She loves it. For some reason she didnt think to let me know. But apparently she has a plan or scheme or something. Il just have to wait and see.
2nd overnight shift of the week last night - and no - dont go getting your hopes up folks - its not paid work. I VOLUNTEER for this.
Im STILL dizzy from the tv massacre of last weekend.
Ive been terrified by a recruitment agency ringing me to reccomend applying for a job when i honestly cant remember having any contact with them, let alone having given them a copy of my CV.
There has been an ideal job spotted. Something that would be great. Something that would be fab. Something that would be interesting and actually relevant to the 8 years of getting my degree.
Problem.
Its in Alnwick. It involves ladders and spiral staircases. Normally Id apply anyway, expecting nothing and hoping for the best. At the moment the dizzy is still so present that Im dubious about doing even that.
I dunno.
Everythings just a bit *pleh*
I put the best friends birthday present thru her letterbox. That was monday. Its now friday and Id heard nothing. I broke the rule for the first time. I txtd her.
"This situation is weird but i wouldnt have thought you would be able to not comment on the awesomeness of that present. Are you away? Did you not get it somehow?"
She got it. She loves it. For some reason she didnt think to let me know. But apparently she has a plan or scheme or something. Il just have to wait and see.
Monday, 18 May 2009
Dizzy
Yup.
Im dizzy.
For once its not my fault, which means I can be righteously pissed off about it. Damn 4OD online catchup and its Kirsties Homemade Home with its invisible to most people and mostly to me wiggly line of error 1/3 of the way up the screen. Couldnt see it most of the time. Has affected me like the nasty refreshing of olde stylee monitors. Am very dizzy.
Woke up on sunday, turned over, the world kept on going.
Not good.
Poor Ducko - hadnt seen me in a real dizzy - apparently its quite worrying.
Ah well, aside from a few unwanted meanderings when attempting to answer the phones during an unavoidable overnight last night - all is mostly as can be expected. I do not like squishy matresses. I especially dont like squashy matresses on beds where I cannot easily lie with one foot on the floor - the things dizzy people have to do to know where the world is -
Well im off to wrap the birthday present for the best friend im not allowed to see. Its been planned for her from before the whole thing kicked off. (January) Cant not give it. Hope she likes it. I suppose putting itching powder in it would be childish.
(not that im above being childish - at a sams event on saturday I got my face painted)
Im dizzy.
For once its not my fault, which means I can be righteously pissed off about it. Damn 4OD online catchup and its Kirsties Homemade Home with its invisible to most people and mostly to me wiggly line of error 1/3 of the way up the screen. Couldnt see it most of the time. Has affected me like the nasty refreshing of olde stylee monitors. Am very dizzy.
Woke up on sunday, turned over, the world kept on going.
Not good.
Poor Ducko - hadnt seen me in a real dizzy - apparently its quite worrying.
Ah well, aside from a few unwanted meanderings when attempting to answer the phones during an unavoidable overnight last night - all is mostly as can be expected. I do not like squishy matresses. I especially dont like squashy matresses on beds where I cannot easily lie with one foot on the floor - the things dizzy people have to do to know where the world is -
Well im off to wrap the birthday present for the best friend im not allowed to see. Its been planned for her from before the whole thing kicked off. (January) Cant not give it. Hope she likes it. I suppose putting itching powder in it would be childish.
(not that im above being childish - at a sams event on saturday I got my face painted)
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
When I rule the world
Nope not a megalomaniacal post - sorry - tho I will get around to submitting my manifesto at some point.
Just that whenever you select anything to watch on the new channel4 online service - you have to sit thru an advert for vodafone with various people lipsynching badly to the song "When I rule the world"
Gets stuck in your head a little bit.
A few weeks ago I had christmas songs stuck in there.
Last week it was the "Ive got a golden ticket" song from the original charlie and his chocolatey factory. Then my delightful mentee added the "Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka" one from the more recent film to the mix, and giggled at me while I struggled with the combination of the two playing at once through my synapses.
Im trying not to dwell on the stuff Ive been posting about recently. None of it has changed. Im still feeling the same, physically and emotionally sick. None of it will for the forseeable future. - with the exception of the friend I went back to find getting in touch - for which I am glad.
I had two, count em, TWO interviews last week. Am sitting and waiting to hear now. Am applying for more things. Weirdly, one interview was in a hotel room. With a bed and everything. Most bizzare. I thought it was weird when they did it on e.r. recently. Less weird even for that interview to be conducted by Dr Corday, then cutting to a blurry shot of the dead Dr Greene walking past the hotel entrance.
I digress.
I have laid a floor. I may have mentioned. That was the bathroom. That included work by Ducko. This is the kitchen. This is all me. Self levelling compound that didnt self level, I conclude now this is because the ready mix had evaporated too much liquid. So after chiselling all the lumpy bits off the first layer, mixed the ready mixed second batch with more liquid. Heres a tip - if you buy stuff from the clearance sale bit of a hardware store - be sure its of the correct consistancy before applying. Do not believe what it says on the tin!
Anyway, it is now smooth with a captial smoo (as someone once said - perhaps in red dwarf) and awaiting the laying of tiles.
Im hungry - today is tuesday... shopping was done on thursday... whats the betting there is nothing worth eating downstairs? Im watching Ramsay's kitchen nightmares and wondering when waiters and waitresses became servers.
Just that whenever you select anything to watch on the new channel4 online service - you have to sit thru an advert for vodafone with various people lipsynching badly to the song "When I rule the world"
Gets stuck in your head a little bit.
A few weeks ago I had christmas songs stuck in there.
Last week it was the "Ive got a golden ticket" song from the original charlie and his chocolatey factory. Then my delightful mentee added the "Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka" one from the more recent film to the mix, and giggled at me while I struggled with the combination of the two playing at once through my synapses.
Im trying not to dwell on the stuff Ive been posting about recently. None of it has changed. Im still feeling the same, physically and emotionally sick. None of it will for the forseeable future. - with the exception of the friend I went back to find getting in touch - for which I am glad.
I had two, count em, TWO interviews last week. Am sitting and waiting to hear now. Am applying for more things. Weirdly, one interview was in a hotel room. With a bed and everything. Most bizzare. I thought it was weird when they did it on e.r. recently. Less weird even for that interview to be conducted by Dr Corday, then cutting to a blurry shot of the dead Dr Greene walking past the hotel entrance.
I digress.
I have laid a floor. I may have mentioned. That was the bathroom. That included work by Ducko. This is the kitchen. This is all me. Self levelling compound that didnt self level, I conclude now this is because the ready mix had evaporated too much liquid. So after chiselling all the lumpy bits off the first layer, mixed the ready mixed second batch with more liquid. Heres a tip - if you buy stuff from the clearance sale bit of a hardware store - be sure its of the correct consistancy before applying. Do not believe what it says on the tin!
Anyway, it is now smooth with a captial smoo (as someone once said - perhaps in red dwarf) and awaiting the laying of tiles.
Im hungry - today is tuesday... shopping was done on thursday... whats the betting there is nothing worth eating downstairs? Im watching Ramsay's kitchen nightmares and wondering when waiters and waitresses became servers.
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