599…600…601

The last post of Megan Fox was the 600th post of this blog. Not bad for 5 years work. Therefore I’m averaging around about 120 posts a year, which for me isn’t bad, considering the long pauses I have where I don’t post at all. I suppose the goal would be to make 1,000 posts in as short a time as possible.

Anywho, in other news, like in other places in the UK, it’s warm here in this locale.but even warmer at your employ when Sailor Girl (see a few posts down), decides to wear a cleavage-revealing dress, that looked absolutely superb on her. And I mean it did look really good. So, summer has it’s good side.

And Now This.

Firstly apologies. I’m in that sort of a mood. Those who don’t like this sort of thing gracing their screens, whether they be desktop, laptop, mobile or otherwise, move away from this post now. I know it amounts to a shameless plug for a so-called “mens quality mag” but there you go.

I couldn’t resist.

The stretch at 0:25 is particularly fine.

I now remove myself shamefully back to the real world.

“Well, I’m still here. But I don’t know for how long. That’s as much certainty as anyone can give me.”

A few weeks of no posting. But then again, it has been a bit crazy around here.

First off, I have come to the conclusion that the company I am currently working for, does not have any interest in employing me further than whenever my present employ ends. After two ”interviews” (I use this term loosely - their doing, not mine), and then my applications rejected by them after “much serious thought”, I’ve come to the conclusion that, despite the work that I put in, that I’m getting nowhere. Therefore I’m looking outside the company. .

And last week, I had my second interview with another company. So, already it would appear I’ve made some progress, even though this one is likely to come up as another rejection. The fact that I’ve made it this far with an outside company speaks volumes.  I have had more positive vibes and positive feedback than I have at my current employ.

I’ve had 4 interviews in 3 weeks, which I suppose ain’t bad.

That “Birthday” Came And Went. Must Have Been Asleep.

On 7th June this year, my blog turned 5 years old. Hard to imagine that 5 years on from starting the blog, I’m still going on. Maybe not as often, but it’s still going.

It’s just as well I didn;t celebrate the Blog Birthday at the weekend. It’s been a total write-off. Every few weeks I go through a period of not sleeping very well, waking up at odd times and not being able to get back to sleep again, and such like. I know that is just me (it’s not part of my hypochondrical self), but something that I’ve learned to deal with. And this time is no exception.

Tight-Bloused Babe at work mentioned that I looked sad yesterday. It was mainly because over the weekend I got half the amount of sleep I normally get. I usually have times when I get three-quarters of the sleep that I should get. I normally, at the weekends, get about 8 hours sleep, and  about 6 the rest of the time. but actually getting 4 hours sleep rather than the usual 8? That’s me gone, then. I was watching the Grand Prix whilst having lunch on Sunday. Once I’d finished, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My energy levels slumped right down. It took about 3 hours for it to clear (I didn’t have a snooxe after lunch). Monday and today have been no expection. Yesterday I woke at 5.15 and couldn’t get back to sleep again, which is bad, and today I woke up at 4.45am and couldn’t get back to sleep again, which was worse.

This evening though, I am feeling miles better. Even though I was tired all of this morning, and it wasn’t until I had lunch and a chat with somebody at lunch, that I started waking up. Must have been, I had an argument today. And won. Eventually.

“Well, that right there may be the reason you’ve had difficulty findin’ gainful employment. You see, in the mart of competitive commerce…”

Grr. I know that there are going to be many days when I’ll be coming home angry because things haven’t worked out well. I know this because in one sweeping change (re-location of personnel), the workforce has been decreased by 25%. That means more work for those of us that remain. That may be a good thing in some jobs, but the nature of the job and department I’m in means you just end up being piled with the work.

I can already see what it’ll be like. We all had a little sneak preview. I think there’s going to be murder on the office floor (not literally, you understand).

I’ve put my CV on a few sites and a few agencies/companies are beginning to bite. Which in these trying times that I’m experiencing is a very good thing.

“It’s hard to really panic while you’re wearing that little sailor suit.”

So, we all dressed up in work today for a big celebration. The department all did ourselves proud and we all dressed up, unlike most of the people around the place who didn’t bother. I went as a priest (complete with black shirt AND dog collar). Someone came in as Vicky Pollard, complete with fat stomach, but there was one who really caught my eye (apart from the amazing-looking Angel who was sitting next to me).

Observe the picture below:

Apart from the person in question being brunette, and the dress itself was white, this is basically how short the dress really was. And it showed off her legs beautifully. As Raymond Chandler probably never wrote: I could really get to know those legs. I didn’t think she’d wear such a garment, but hey, she did.

I’m not complaining though.

Back to normal work tomorrow.

You’re Tired And You Say You’re Angry

I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather today, much like I was yesterday. Except today I was angry. Various things happened that I was not happy with, one of which was trying to sort out a few days off. I didn’t know it was that difficult and complicated just to get a day off when I want. I ultimately failed in this quest. I couldn’t get the day off I wanted. I had a choice of days, and decided to take 2 days off instead. But that’s 3 weeks away. And I’m not happy.  

I am also beginning to think that I may be affected my this S.A.D thing in some way. I’m not a hypochondriac, but I have noticed in the past few weeks that if the weather changes from warm to cold in a short space of time, I begin to feel ill and quite lethargic. Either that, or I’m showing signs of stress. I would tend to go for the latter, even though the former can also be included in the argument, I’m almost certain of it.

I know I should really chill out, but I’m tired and a bit pissed off at the moment.

Post Bank Holiday Blues

My “tweet” from yesterday came back to haunt me.

Today, I was suffering. I felt I should have been somewhere else, not working. And I was one of many. It may be that I am going back to a place that will no longer play a part in my daily routine, and a job that I loved (past tense intented) will no longer be there for me in a few months time. Now, it feels as though I’m just seeing the thing through. True, I’ll prpbably have a few more interviews coming up, but it’s beginning to wear me down a bit.

I suppose it didn’t help that from about 3pm I felt ill, and seriously thought about cutting my working dayshort, but I held in there. I won’t go into the details of what symptoms I had - this isn’t the place for such things. But I was feeling kind of ill. And at the moment, I’m not quite 100%. I think I know why I’m feeling a bit ill.

So, back to work tomorrow…

End Of Holiday

As the day winds down, a very restful Bank Holiday was had by me.

The carpet mentioned in the previous post has now been taken to the local municipal tip and disposed of. I had a “small” sort-out of some things, and that is about it. Like the last Bank Holiday, it’s been nice and relaxing.

I’m just owndering what the next few weeks will bring in the life of Threelight. The time when we have to vacate the premises we are all presently working at is about 3 months away, and everybody’s carrying on the same as usual. A few people are beginning to leave the place (quite a few at the end of this week), but a lot are staying.

Watch this space. At least one day of the next ten I’m bound to be wearing my suit to go to another interview…

Radio…Someone Still Loves You.

Luckily, this weekend seems to be going at such a pace that I’m relaxing quite a lot. I came away from my place of employ a bit too stressed out for my liking, but now I’m chilled out (without the use of alcohol, too!).

I’d even made the effort yesterday of getting my hair cut, going to Halfords to get some rear wiper blades for my car afterwards. Got home and fitted it myself. All this excitement and doing stuff…wassat then?!

Today, I moved a piece of carpet from under my bed that hasn’t been moved for the past 4 or 5 years. I helped to roll it up again and put it into my Dad’s car to be delivered to a relative on Tuesday. But this relative has changed their mind about the free carpet, so looks like it’s off to the skip.

While I was sorting out things form under my bed that haven’t seen the light of day (probably) for many months, I saw an old radio. Now, this radio is at least 30 years old. I saw an old photo of me, my brother and my Dad at the first house we lived in in South Africa. On the unit in the lounge is this radio. I reckon that the radio itself must be about 35 - 36 years old. I took it from it’s hiding place under the bed and took it down to the kitchen for all to have a look at. I plugged it in, and switched it on. After about 30 seconds and a slight volume adjustment it came on, and then gradually came to life.  The volume was soft to begin with, but as it warmed up, it came to life.

The darned thing still works. And it picks up most FM stations. That radio must be as old as me, and it works!! (Own note: Unlike me, who is beginning to feel a bit old when watching Formula One)*

There is still something wrong with the radio handle, and the casing was beginning to crack under the strain a bit, but Superglue soon fixed that to a reasonable standard. Oh, and a dusting too.

* I realise that the next generation of motor racing drivers are coming through…Rosberg, Piquet. I remeber watching TV and their Dads were driving, I have a memory lodged somewhere of watching Jacques Villeneuve’s Dad, Gilles,  drive too (Jacques Villneuve was probably the one who started the whole thing off). Damon Hill isn’t counted in all of this in case you were asking. His Dad, Graham Hill, was racing before I was born.