Thursday, August 17, 2006

What a way to start a day!

I must have done something bad, because its only 11 minutes past 8am and already at least 3 things have gone wrong.

Let me give you a brief overview of how my morning routine should go:
alarm goes off at 6.20
alarm goes off at 6.25
alarm goes off at 6.30 and up I jump fresh as a daisy and head to the shower
head back to room at 6.50 and get dressed do all kind of morning things like surf the net and put make up on.
Leave house at 7.15
Nearly always manage to grab a seat on the Picidilly line at 7.20
Reach work at 7.45/50, the day begins and all is great.


Here is what happened this morning:

alarm goes off at 6.20
alarm goes off at 6.25

Alarm goes off at 6.30 and I jump up fresh as a daisy and head to the shower
every thing is going to plan at 6.58 I head down to the kitchen to collect my Tuna and pasta. It smells funny, I instantly know that its not good to eat feel very sad and throw it in the bin. Then I hear a drip, drip, drip. I automatically look to the sink in case I didn't turn the tap enough. No, its not that I turn around and see water dripping from the ceiling under where the bath tub is. Its a very quick drip and for a few seconds i just stand there trying to understand what is happening. Then it starts to pour...i'm talking a river or water falling from the ceiling. 'CINDYYYYYYYYY!!' I scream. 'CINDYYYYYYYY TURN OFF THE SHOWER NOWWWWWWWWW!'
the waters still falling. I run up the stairs bang on the bathroom door. An annoyed shout greets me 'whadoyawant' She says.
'TURN OFF THE SHOWER NOW, THE WATER IS COMING THROUGH THE CEILING'
I hear her sigh and know in her head she is saying 'Bladdy hell'

Run downstairs and look for a big bowl or bucket. Kay my other housemate comes out of her room naked except for her quilt 'Whats going on?' by now I'm nearly hyperventilating. 'Look!' i point at the ceiling.
Kay then launches in her speech of how we have told the landlord about this many times (which we have), Cindy comes down and informs us that she doesnt care and she is still taking her shower.
I dont get it, why cant she just wash in the sink? she has a wash cloth and hot water. but she is adamant that she is shower, i tell her that when she falls through the ceiling and the landlord gets pissed because she still used it, then I'm not getting involved.

all this happened in about the space of 6 minutes, I run out of the house at 7.16 shouting that I will call the landlord from work at 9am.
Get to the station to find that due to a signal failure at Arnos Grove there is severe delays and part suspensions. I squeeze my self on the platform and wait 7 mins for a train. Then something good happenens. The train that pulls into the platform isnt trying to reinact the chewing gum advert with the little alien pressed against the glass. It is infact completely empty. Woo Hoo. So maybe today will be ok after all. Except for the fact that yes, I have got a seat and yes the train is empty now, but since there are more stations, busier stations after mine all with people who have been waiting perhaps longer then I was, perhaps this euphoria wont last.
Gold star for me for figuring that out.
It's so easy to be squashed even when you are sitting down. Anyway, then I managed to majorly embaress myself. There was a lady infront of me and she was quite large, but she was also wearing a top that didnt quite cover her tummy and the tummy looked like it was holding a baby. I wasn't sure at first, but then I was, so being the kind stranger I am, I offered her my seat, she gave me a look of slight annoyance and declined. I then managed to get another look and realised that no, she wasn't preggers, she was just fat. The guy next to me kept looking and laughing for the rest of the journey.

So anyway, I managed to get to work for 7.55 and have some cereal, but wow was it dramatic getting to this point. I need to go back to bed for a while, but no I cant not least because I'm at work, but because I also have to phone my blasted landlord.

The day can only get better I guess.

Will be in touch soon.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

I'm Back Baby!


Woo Hoo!

I'm back at work, but I have to admit I should probably still be in bed. I would say on a scale of 1 - 10, I am 7 better.

I would like to tell everyone a happy little fact I got from my good friend DJ Goodness - Did you know:
An oxymoron is itself, an OXYMORON. Now because I'm actually just a moron, I had to get Goodness to explain to me how that was so. and its true see right below:

oxymoron = oxy, "sharp" and moros, "dull"

How cool I hear you all cry!
I'm not a nerd!

Anyway, things to do, emails to catch up on and all that stuff.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

p.s. for the striking binmen


sort it out..
Its hot, my room faces the sun and i cant open my window because there is a week and a half worth of rubbish on my road! its seeping through the window.

must be a health hazzard!

this picture above is not the rubbish from my street, i cant be bothered to go utside and take one!

Day 2 of sickness


Just want to give thanks to the nicelady doctor who saved me money by telling me which drugs to buy instead if giving me a prescription for my laringitous (by the way, if anyone can give me the correct spelling for that word i will repay ou with erm...thanks). i ended up paying £3.40 instead of £13. thanks Nurse Lucy.

Been told to stay of work until im better, but i actually love my job so im going to try and sneak in tomorrow afternoon!

All my flat mates are out and this jumbo bottle of lucozade is crap conversation.


good day!

Monday, August 07, 2006

I'm Sick!


I dont believe it. I'm sick.
I feel like I have been fun over.
My head hurts. I have been coughing all weekend. Shooting pains in my chest I cant breath.
I have had some medicice but its not working.

And why the hell do strepsils never ever work? huh!

I'm at work and I need to be in bed. Hopefully I can leave work early and go to my bed to pass out.

I feel like i'm going to collaspe. I'm so dizzy my head is spinning, like a whirlwind it never ends (sorry i got a bit carried away there)

I dont know if its a fever or the air conditioning giving me chills, but it doesnt feel good!

Have had to cancel dinner with my mate as I'm sure she wont want me coughing into her her spagetti. :(

Im going now. I'm gonna put my head on the keyboard and sleep.

wish me well.
x

Friday, August 04, 2006

Yeah, I'm a geek, but I don't care


Oxymorons are great!

I know its sad but I really love oxymorons. I love sitting there trying to think of some and when i fail I look them up! They fascinate me.

Here is a list from a website. Read them and tell me you dont think they are funny:


20. Government Organization
19. Alone Together
18. Personal Computer
17. Silent Scream
16. Living Dead
15. Same Difference
14. Taped Live
13. Plastic Glasses
12. Tight Slacks
11. Peace Force
10. Pretty Ugly
9. Head Butt
8. Working Vacation
7. Tax Return
6. Virtual Reality
5. Dodge Ram
4. Work Party
3. Jumbo Shrimp
2. Healthy Tan
1. Microsoft Works

I also love it when I dont quite understand what they mean or work out how they work.. It gets the brain going!
anywho, here are some sites incase your vaugely interested in oxymorons.
http://www.oxymoronlist.com/
http://www.oxymorons.info/
www.ethanwiner.com/oxymoron.html
www.fun-with-words.com/oxymora.html

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Oh the shame



I have a problem with Zips...
I forget to do them up. Numerous times I have been leaving the house to go to work and my housemate will call me back and tell me I have forgotton to do my skirt up!

But its not just skirts, We all know rush hour trains get very busy and unless you get on at the first few stops, your gonna have to stand up.
Unfortunately this means someones face will inevitably face someone crotch..
If your face is pointing towards me and you notice my flies are undone, dont be scared to tell me. We can even have a little joke about it. You know it makes sense to spare me the shame of only realising 3 tubes and a bus later that everone can see my pink frillies!

I would do the same for you!

Thanks!

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