Ok, so it hasn't been long enough to be a bad day just yet...However, since arriving in work, all of 40mins ago I have discovered that:
- My key to the bikeshed doesn't work, so if I don't get the proper one by the end of the day my bike will be locked in
- I forgot the top I'd picked out to wear in work today so I'm stuck in a very sticky and sweaty spagetti string top that *just* about covers my boobs but nothing else, no, not even that!
- Out of the three e-mails I sent to places saying "I'm interested in that room you have free" two have already replied that they've already let it, the third hasn't responded
- My thinkgeek order is being delayed until I can scan and e-mail my billing address details...and I don't have a scanner! (*note: not a discovery, I already knew I didn't have a scanner)
- My office doesn't have a scanner (I'd expected they would)
Yay! :/
-d
*Update* Turns out my key for the bikeshed does work...I'm just weak :/
Friday, July 28, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
When the cat's away...
I'll get in a shitload of trouble! So, my two flatmates pissed off to Amsterdam for a week and left me all alone!
Notable things which happened while they were gone:
Day One:
I was sitting at home (thankfully I got home from work early that day) when I heard someone trying to open the door. Got up and looked out the peephole, some guy was bent down trying to shove a key through the keyhole and there was a bunch of girls with him. Since it was only early evening, I opened the door, glaring spectacularly, and asked him what he thought he was doing. Apparently he was from Mason's (not our Estate Agents) and thought the place was empty and was trying to get in to clean the place. Much as it would be nice to have the place clean, the fact that there were still people living there meant it was the wrong apartment, so he went away, eventually. Good thing I was home, I wouldn't like a bunch of strangers getting into my flat even if it was to "clean" the place :/
Weekend:
I went out Saturday night for a good girlie night, which was fun. For once I got all done up, looking the bee's knees and the cat's pajamas if I do say so myself (I *never* get dressed up...). Apart from the scary guy at the bar (I complimented his pac-man t-shirt and he asked me straight off if I had any "pills") I had a good night. Until I tried to get a taxi, which took forever! The taxi driver was a nice foreign guy who I chatted away to. As he dropped me off he asked if I was going straight in to sleep, then he asked me (whilst outside my apartment block so the git knows where I live..) if I wouldn't prefer to go back to his place and share a bottle of wine. Need I direct you to here? I told him that I had to go back in because my flatmates, two horribly over-protective guys, were waiting up for me and if I wasn't home they'd go mad! Then I got the hell out of there!
Last Night:
So it was my last night alone in the flat, I had feck all food but lots of beer... What was a girl to do?! So into the beer I did plunge! :D This was all well and good except that I'd barely eaten all day and to top things off, I'd cycled home using up all my energy. Needless to say, I was talking to God on the procelain telephone soon after. Generally I'd think "crap" and that'd be that. However, because I was home alone...I got scared :/ I started thinking that maybe I wouldn't stop throwing up, maybe I'd bang my head or maybe I'd simply pass out. So...I rang my friend Niall, the poor fucker! His phone was turned off so I left him a message saying something along the lines of "I'm really sick, I need your help, I'm really scared, could you come over please??". Eventually, as these things happen, I passed out. When I woke up I had five missed calls, a text message and a voicemail from Niall. He said he had to listen to the message three times before he could make out who I was or what I was saying and then I think I terrified the poor guy, I know I'd be scared shitless if I got a similar message from a friend..
The Next Day:
My wonderful flatmates finally got home, and Niall forgave me for putting his heart crossways :D So now I can put all of this horrid business behind me and bask in the glory that is their protection from strange goings-on.. Pity I move out all by myself in a month :(
Durshka out.
Notable things which happened while they were gone:
Day One:
I was sitting at home (thankfully I got home from work early that day) when I heard someone trying to open the door. Got up and looked out the peephole, some guy was bent down trying to shove a key through the keyhole and there was a bunch of girls with him. Since it was only early evening, I opened the door, glaring spectacularly, and asked him what he thought he was doing. Apparently he was from Mason's (not our Estate Agents) and thought the place was empty and was trying to get in to clean the place. Much as it would be nice to have the place clean, the fact that there were still people living there meant it was the wrong apartment, so he went away, eventually. Good thing I was home, I wouldn't like a bunch of strangers getting into my flat even if it was to "clean" the place :/
Weekend:
I went out Saturday night for a good girlie night, which was fun. For once I got all done up, looking the bee's knees and the cat's pajamas if I do say so myself (I *never* get dressed up...). Apart from the scary guy at the bar (I complimented his pac-man t-shirt and he asked me straight off if I had any "pills") I had a good night. Until I tried to get a taxi, which took forever! The taxi driver was a nice foreign guy who I chatted away to. As he dropped me off he asked if I was going straight in to sleep, then he asked me (whilst outside my apartment block so the git knows where I live..) if I wouldn't prefer to go back to his place and share a bottle of wine. Need I direct you to here? I told him that I had to go back in because my flatmates, two horribly over-protective guys, were waiting up for me and if I wasn't home they'd go mad! Then I got the hell out of there!
Last Night:
So it was my last night alone in the flat, I had feck all food but lots of beer... What was a girl to do?! So into the beer I did plunge! :D This was all well and good except that I'd barely eaten all day and to top things off, I'd cycled home using up all my energy. Needless to say, I was talking to God on the procelain telephone soon after. Generally I'd think "crap" and that'd be that. However, because I was home alone...I got scared :/ I started thinking that maybe I wouldn't stop throwing up, maybe I'd bang my head or maybe I'd simply pass out. So...I rang my friend Niall, the poor fucker! His phone was turned off so I left him a message saying something along the lines of "I'm really sick, I need your help, I'm really scared, could you come over please??". Eventually, as these things happen, I passed out. When I woke up I had five missed calls, a text message and a voicemail from Niall. He said he had to listen to the message three times before he could make out who I was or what I was saying and then I think I terrified the poor guy, I know I'd be scared shitless if I got a similar message from a friend..
The Next Day:
My wonderful flatmates finally got home, and Niall forgave me for putting his heart crossways :D So now I can put all of this horrid business behind me and bask in the glory that is their protection from strange goings-on.. Pity I move out all by myself in a month :(
Durshka out.
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