It seems that Ms Thang's move to her wonderful new job, hasn't gone quite as well as she hoped. She called J to catch up and prattled on like a duracell bunny let loose on a kids play mat.
In fact I've never heard her talk so much in the whole year I've known her. The problem is she has left our warm cosy nest to work with a "team of silent heads down robots".
Despite jetting around, reduced travel costs and a pay rise her stock has dropped. When she tries to talk to her new colleagues, she is shut down.
Then at home her other half (you remember the one who likes her to dress him, cook for him and make sure she tells him where she is at all times), doesn't want to talk to her either.
She sounded so pathetically grateful to talk to us all, we all felt really sorry for her.
All except Mr Mom who declared grumpily,
"I don't feel sorry for her at all and if she's that lonely, why doesn't she ever return my text messages?".
MM was besotted with MTg from the first moment he laid eyes on her. Unfortunately, the feeling wasn't mutual and MT aware of MM's crush took childish pleasure in teasing him, sometimes mercilessly.
He has never got over this and he couldn't hide the venom in his voice as he made his comment. I couldn't let it go.
"She didn't reply to your texts when she worked here. That's MTg. That's how she is. How about showing her a little compassion, since she's not happy".
MM attempted to stutter a response, but the rest of us talked over to him, reducing him to a pouty, grumpy mess.
We've all been in the job (or jobs)that initially offered us the world, but in reality offered little more than the realisation that the grass isn't always greener on the other side.
Monday, 7 February 2011
Broadband Woes !
So writing or should I say posting on the blog has been a real pain since Friday. My broadband has been down all weekend, which to a media junkie like me is liked being cut off from your daily dose of happy juice!
When I called the the emergency number I was told to go online for further assistance, which was of course impossible as my broadband was down!
Irritated? Yes I was! BT sort your customer service out with a degree of commonsense pretty please.
Thank God for my smartphone! I missed out on twittering about kerry katona's impression of a fake tanned orange on skates (yes, she was actually the shade of orange teak wood!)
It was so bad that she clashed with her bright baby doll outfit!) but oh how made me laugh out loud.
This week's going to be a big one as my boss is away getting married, but no one knows except me and my team.
There's clearly something in the air among my male friends this year, as this is the second 'secret wedding' I've been party to.
MF got married in secret at Christmas too. It was so secret that he only confirmed it, when I hurled in the bin. For the record, I am referring to when I was sick recently. I wasn't just over excited!.
It was I think his attempt to take my mind off feeling pants.
I told you he was real gentleman.
When I called the the emergency number I was told to go online for further assistance, which was of course impossible as my broadband was down!
Irritated? Yes I was! BT sort your customer service out with a degree of commonsense pretty please.
Thank God for my smartphone! I missed out on twittering about kerry katona's impression of a fake tanned orange on skates (yes, she was actually the shade of orange teak wood!)
It was so bad that she clashed with her bright baby doll outfit!) but oh how made me laugh out loud.
This week's going to be a big one as my boss is away getting married, but no one knows except me and my team.
There's clearly something in the air among my male friends this year, as this is the second 'secret wedding' I've been party to.
MF got married in secret at Christmas too. It was so secret that he only confirmed it, when I hurled in the bin. For the record, I am referring to when I was sick recently. I wasn't just over excited!.
It was I think his attempt to take my mind off feeling pants.
I told you he was real gentleman.
Saturday, 5 February 2011
The One In Paris
Sitting in the Premier lounge for the Eurostar train in Paris, I felt happy and spoilt. That luxurious sense of how the other half lives is certainly a feeling that left me feeling lucky!
I gave a two hour systems training session (unbeliveably everyone including me remained awake!), went to lunch at a particularly gorgeous restaurant and then in the Eurostar lounge, bumped sraight into a former colleague AH. We remincensed about old times. Things had changed so much since we last met.
The whole of my old department are either married, engaged or have children. In AH's department he's the only single one left and is now moving to Amsterdam with work and hopefully new chances of love.
It was heartening to hear all the news about everyone, particularly those long-term singletons who had finally found happiness after giving up all hope.
Desperate LM who threw herself at anyone (including famously, Tigger when LM was hammered at the annual conference and Tigger was just terrified!) is now married and has just had a baby.
Fussy F who rejected all comers especially the ultimate player - IT serial shagger (who persisted pursing F, the whole time I worked there), has just moved in with a long term friend who she always said no to, but ended up being her Prince Charming.
Even commitment phobic Mr Italy has finally moved in with his girlfriend - it only took him seven years !
Just me and AH left now. Ho hum !
I gave a two hour systems training session (unbeliveably everyone including me remained awake!), went to lunch at a particularly gorgeous restaurant and then in the Eurostar lounge, bumped sraight into a former colleague AH. We remincensed about old times. Things had changed so much since we last met.
The whole of my old department are either married, engaged or have children. In AH's department he's the only single one left and is now moving to Amsterdam with work and hopefully new chances of love.
It was heartening to hear all the news about everyone, particularly those long-term singletons who had finally found happiness after giving up all hope.
Desperate LM who threw herself at anyone (including famously, Tigger when LM was hammered at the annual conference and Tigger was just terrified!) is now married and has just had a baby.
Fussy F who rejected all comers especially the ultimate player - IT serial shagger (who persisted pursing F, the whole time I worked there), has just moved in with a long term friend who she always said no to, but ended up being her Prince Charming.
Even commitment phobic Mr Italy has finally moved in with his girlfriend - it only took him seven years !
Just me and AH left now. Ho hum !
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Chivalry and Bug Bears !
Can anyone tell me when did chivalry die? I'm being deadly serious. Has something happened to some men out there, who appear to lack this essential quality and don't have the self awareness to recognise this and address its absence.
I've always been a stickler for good manners. Perhaps because my Pop is such a gentleman, he even walks on the outside of me to shield me from kerb obstacles like cars who splash you.
Perhaps I've read too many books and watched way too many old Hollywood movies, where men opened doors and even stood up when a lady entered and left a room.
I love it when a guy orders for me (after consulting me first of course) at a restaurant or opens a car door for me. It's classy and it's those little things which make a woman feel special.
Either way I have certain etiquette expectations that I think men should adhere to:
1.If a pregnant woman is standing on the train in front of you, have the common decency to give up your seat, not raise your paper higher, so you can continue to pretend you haven't seen her.
2.Walking through a door before a lady is bad enough, but not holding the door for her after you barge through with your friends poor form. Thank you to the young man who noticed this and remarked to me "Some people just don't know how to treat a lady".
3.If a woman is seated at the head of the queue while waiting for a boat (moi), don't walk past her and stand at the front of the boat boarding gate - It is super rude and makes you look like a prat, particularly if you do it while look on the phone looking totally self important.
Fortunately the guy behind the prat, who was about to do the same thing, thought better of it looking at my face and gestured at me to get onboard ahead of him.
While I'm all riled up about chivalry, I don't think my annoyance is as as extreme as W's.
W is perennially hacked off about children on planes, trains and in automobiles (I couldn't resist that pun!).
W is the high achiever of our little coven. You know the friend with the dream career (in PR), perfect boyfriend (he loves her and is her chief cheerleader in whatever she does) who gets to travel regularly and looks incredible all the time.
I know we should all hate her, but on top of everything she is really lovely and very funny. W had just flown back from LA and called me yesterday, so we could catch up over dinner.
"BB honestly I am beginning to hate the travelling" she said.
This Friday, I am going on my first ever overseas business trip to Paris to train up one of our teams. To say I am excited is an understatement.
First it's Paris - Hooray! I know It's only short visit, but it is another step in the right direction for me to getting to where I want to be career wise and I get to check out new sexy hotels - something I am great at !
"Just enjoy it and remember how lucky you are cherub".
"Have you ever sat on a plane with screaming children?"
"Yes" I replied "But a) you hate children and b) you have to understand they aren't crying just to annoy you".
"It's easy for you to say Little Ms Sunshine. Children and babies love you. It's like you're a bloody child whisper! Well while you're connecting with them, I've decided my only comeback is to talk to their parents"
"What did you do?" I said smiling.
"Having put up with 4 hours of squawking from this child on the plane, I leaned in and said to his Mum 'Are you going to walk him up and down the aisle to shut him up, or do you want me to do it for you!"
"You didn't?" I said laughing out loud.
"I damn well did. The mum looked at me like I was some sort of ChildCatcher (dodgy character from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang), but she got up and walked that child rightaway!"
"Honestly, you must have scared the crap out of her. There are others ways to handle noisy children you know"
"The only other one I know, involves replacing their milk with a large gin and tonic to knock the little terrors out!"
I couldn't help but laugh, loudly.
I've always been a stickler for good manners. Perhaps because my Pop is such a gentleman, he even walks on the outside of me to shield me from kerb obstacles like cars who splash you.
Perhaps I've read too many books and watched way too many old Hollywood movies, where men opened doors and even stood up when a lady entered and left a room.
I love it when a guy orders for me (after consulting me first of course) at a restaurant or opens a car door for me. It's classy and it's those little things which make a woman feel special.
Either way I have certain etiquette expectations that I think men should adhere to:
1.If a pregnant woman is standing on the train in front of you, have the common decency to give up your seat, not raise your paper higher, so you can continue to pretend you haven't seen her.
2.Walking through a door before a lady is bad enough, but not holding the door for her after you barge through with your friends poor form. Thank you to the young man who noticed this and remarked to me "Some people just don't know how to treat a lady".
3.If a woman is seated at the head of the queue while waiting for a boat (moi), don't walk past her and stand at the front of the boat boarding gate - It is super rude and makes you look like a prat, particularly if you do it while look on the phone looking totally self important.
Fortunately the guy behind the prat, who was about to do the same thing, thought better of it looking at my face and gestured at me to get onboard ahead of him.
While I'm all riled up about chivalry, I don't think my annoyance is as as extreme as W's.
W is perennially hacked off about children on planes, trains and in automobiles (I couldn't resist that pun!).
W is the high achiever of our little coven. You know the friend with the dream career (in PR), perfect boyfriend (he loves her and is her chief cheerleader in whatever she does) who gets to travel regularly and looks incredible all the time.
I know we should all hate her, but on top of everything she is really lovely and very funny. W had just flown back from LA and called me yesterday, so we could catch up over dinner.
"BB honestly I am beginning to hate the travelling" she said.
This Friday, I am going on my first ever overseas business trip to Paris to train up one of our teams. To say I am excited is an understatement.
First it's Paris - Hooray! I know It's only short visit, but it is another step in the right direction for me to getting to where I want to be career wise and I get to check out new sexy hotels - something I am great at !
"Just enjoy it and remember how lucky you are cherub".
"Have you ever sat on a plane with screaming children?"
"Yes" I replied "But a) you hate children and b) you have to understand they aren't crying just to annoy you".
"It's easy for you to say Little Ms Sunshine. Children and babies love you. It's like you're a bloody child whisper! Well while you're connecting with them, I've decided my only comeback is to talk to their parents"
"What did you do?" I said smiling.
"Having put up with 4 hours of squawking from this child on the plane, I leaned in and said to his Mum 'Are you going to walk him up and down the aisle to shut him up, or do you want me to do it for you!"
"You didn't?" I said laughing out loud.
"I damn well did. The mum looked at me like I was some sort of ChildCatcher (dodgy character from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang), but she got up and walked that child rightaway!"
"Honestly, you must have scared the crap out of her. There are others ways to handle noisy children you know"
"The only other one I know, involves replacing their milk with a large gin and tonic to knock the little terrors out!"
I couldn't help but laugh, loudly.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Holding Good Thoughts and A Plea
There's one thing that would make me mega happy yes you've guessed it, its another divasdelite rousing raise our blog traffic plea.
As you all know I started this blog to force me to be more disciplined with my writing,and as sanity check for my more crazy lovelorn moments (see 2009 and 2010 entries and doubtless 2011 will be more of the same!).
Also I wanted to connect with like minded people experiencing the same highs and lows that come from living our weird and wonderful lives.
This year I really want to push the word out about our little group here at divasdelite.
If you have friends, family, work colleagues or acquaintances who you think would enjoy reading the blog, or just like some of you have previously (and you have no idea how much I have appreciated your friendship and patience taking the time to do so), presented me with opposing points of view or challenged my wayward behaviour, then please send them the link and ask them to join the party just like you have.
I know all of you have the feeling just like me that 2011 is going to be a big year for us all !
I especially have my fingers crossed for T. My grumpy Polish builder returned from holiday in Egypt (miraculously just as the civil unrest kicked off!).
I am now over his shocking pre-Christmas bad humour and phoned to book him to work his magic on my kitchen.
I know he's super moody, but hell he is so damned good at what he does. I can forgive him for being a total diva sometimes. Takes one to know one right?
We pinned down the day (the week of my birthday - because a good kitchen is as good a birthday present to oneself as you can get) and then he tells me he has to go to hospital on Friday for tests on his chest.
I suddenly thought about his old school contempt for health and safety (he never wears a mask, despite working in all kinds of dust all the time), the fact that he used to smoke like a chimney and my heart sank.
I'm really worried about him. He works like a trojan now in his mid 60s (7am starts even on Saturday and none of the numerous tea breaks you usually expect from builders!), so goodness only knows how hard he has worked in his youth and what kind of damage he may have done to himself.
We talked for a while and I promised I would call him at the weekend to check on him, particularly since his wife is back home in Poland. I have everything crossed that he is going to be ok.
He's been a weird lucky charm for me since he came into my life, via a conversation with LMM. All the affection with which she spoke about him and what he'd done for her and her family, seemed to flow into me from the get go.
Everytime someone mentions they need something doing, I hand them his number. I think of him like an annoying uncle who drives you nuts. Also I trust him, even when he messes up, which is something I only ever do with family and very good friends.
I remember he just how much he hated all of the colour choices I made for the bathroom tiles and living room paint and then he didn't want to put the blinds up in the kitchen.
I didn't bat an eyelid telling him "That's what I want and what we are doing!" . Seriously though It was like arguing with a very stubborn bull ! Even now it makes me laugh thinking about his pained expression as he painted the living room !
He is easily as grumpy as my beloved Pop, but just as lovable and yet another reminder to me that life is short. Value it and your health too!
T's been lucky for me, so I hope I can return the favour by holding nothing but good thoughts for him. We'll see.
As you all know I started this blog to force me to be more disciplined with my writing,and as sanity check for my more crazy lovelorn moments (see 2009 and 2010 entries and doubtless 2011 will be more of the same!).
Also I wanted to connect with like minded people experiencing the same highs and lows that come from living our weird and wonderful lives.
This year I really want to push the word out about our little group here at divasdelite.
If you have friends, family, work colleagues or acquaintances who you think would enjoy reading the blog, or just like some of you have previously (and you have no idea how much I have appreciated your friendship and patience taking the time to do so), presented me with opposing points of view or challenged my wayward behaviour, then please send them the link and ask them to join the party just like you have.
I know all of you have the feeling just like me that 2011 is going to be a big year for us all !
I especially have my fingers crossed for T. My grumpy Polish builder returned from holiday in Egypt (miraculously just as the civil unrest kicked off!).
I am now over his shocking pre-Christmas bad humour and phoned to book him to work his magic on my kitchen.
I know he's super moody, but hell he is so damned good at what he does. I can forgive him for being a total diva sometimes. Takes one to know one right?
We pinned down the day (the week of my birthday - because a good kitchen is as good a birthday present to oneself as you can get) and then he tells me he has to go to hospital on Friday for tests on his chest.
I suddenly thought about his old school contempt for health and safety (he never wears a mask, despite working in all kinds of dust all the time), the fact that he used to smoke like a chimney and my heart sank.
I'm really worried about him. He works like a trojan now in his mid 60s (7am starts even on Saturday and none of the numerous tea breaks you usually expect from builders!), so goodness only knows how hard he has worked in his youth and what kind of damage he may have done to himself.
We talked for a while and I promised I would call him at the weekend to check on him, particularly since his wife is back home in Poland. I have everything crossed that he is going to be ok.
He's been a weird lucky charm for me since he came into my life, via a conversation with LMM. All the affection with which she spoke about him and what he'd done for her and her family, seemed to flow into me from the get go.
Everytime someone mentions they need something doing, I hand them his number. I think of him like an annoying uncle who drives you nuts. Also I trust him, even when he messes up, which is something I only ever do with family and very good friends.
I remember he just how much he hated all of the colour choices I made for the bathroom tiles and living room paint and then he didn't want to put the blinds up in the kitchen.
I didn't bat an eyelid telling him "That's what I want and what we are doing!" . Seriously though It was like arguing with a very stubborn bull ! Even now it makes me laugh thinking about his pained expression as he painted the living room !
He is easily as grumpy as my beloved Pop, but just as lovable and yet another reminder to me that life is short. Value it and your health too!
T's been lucky for me, so I hope I can return the favour by holding nothing but good thoughts for him. We'll see.
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