Category: Random

Merry Christmas!

I’d just like to take this opportunity to wish everyone who is reading a very merry Christmas 🙂

I hope Santa brought you everything you wanted, and do bear in mind that calories don’t count at Christmas, so you should eat a lot of cake. And turkey. Just eat all the things, ok?

One of my best presents so far – my Dad got me an Amazon Echo. It makes me look forward to getting home so that I can get it all set up properly 😀

Greyscaling

Today I found my first grey hair.

Does this mean I’m an adult now?

I’m actually quite traumatised by this. I’m only *21! I am far too young for this kind of shenanigans.

Why has this happened? Do I need to start dying my hair? Maybe I’ll just get it highlighted, and embrace the impending greyness.

* …with 12 years experience.

My Brain: The Crazy making machine

Some of you may remember an earlier blog post where I spoke about a break in at a flat in the same complex I live in.

Well, there was another ‘incident’ this week. I got a knock on my door at about 9:30pm from a neighbour who had seen someone wearing a hoody lurking around my living room window and car. When they challenged him, he legged it over the fence.

Awesome.

This is where my brain turns into a crazy making machine. What my logic tells me is this:

  • The scumbag was scared off before being able to break in to anything. Odds of him coming back any time soon, knowing that the residents are once again on high alert, are slim to none.
  • It’s likely that this is the same scum bag who broke into my neighbours flat, hoping that enough time has passed for us to no longer be on high alert, and hoping that he can get another easy score. He’s probably now scouted out my flat, and realised it’s not going to be easy pickings.
  • My neighbours are still vigilant, so if anything dodgy is going on, it’s going to be noticed, investigated, and reported.
  • The bloke is more than happy to stay at mine for as long as needed to play my white knight until I feel a bit more secure.
  • I should, with any luck, be moving to pastures new within the next couple of months. So I won’t have to worry about the security of the complex where I live for much longer.
  • I have my stuff insured, plus I have motion sensor alarms since the previous incident. The odds of someone sneaking in whilst I sleep are slim to none.
  • If someone does break in looking for easy pickings, they will be aiming to grab easily transportable things. Alarms, confrontation, etc, are likely to scare them off.

Here is what my brain has conjured up for me in the face of what logic states:

  • A random scary psycho dude is going to break in and stab me in my sleep.

I don’t know why my brain has conjured this scenario. I’ve never been stabbed. I don’t know anyone who has been randomly stabbed. It’s incredibly silly. Yet this is what my brain now tells me is going to happen in the face of all logic and reason just as I’m trying to sleep.

I was running short on sleep anyway, because I daren’t keep my windows open when it gets dark due to the prior incident, and my flat is too hot. I’m now running on even less sleep. It’s annoying. And kind of headachey.

So, in a nutshell – my brain is stupid, and should probably have a word with itself.

Trolley Rage

This has been a frustrating week. I have encountered various scenarios where life isn’t going quite as expected, or neatly following the carefully laid out plans in my head.

Of course, this is just life being life. I’ve just never been able to deal that well with curve balls. I like my routines. I like things behaving *properly*. This has been a week that has thrown me for a loop. I am generally more irritable and distracted from the things I should be focusing on as a result.

That brings me to the icing on the cake. The straw that broke the camels back.

The supermarket where I do my weekly shop has moved all of the aisles around.

I get why supermarkets do this. They like to have their customers meandering around completely lost, viewing all the available merchandise, and potentially making an impulse purchase. All this does for me is serve to irritate.

I am the kind of person who makes a shopping list. I do not deviate from it. In addition, I have my shopping list carefully ordered by aisle, so I can get in an out as quickly as possible.

Imagine my sense of outrage when I went to pick up a bottle of Pepsi, and instead found myself facing packets of crisps. Tragically, this was the first moment I realised things had moved, since I was existing in my own head already seething about all the various other things that haven’t gone quite according to my own expectations this week alone.

I went to find coffee. That now lives where all the wine and spirits *used* to live.

Two of my major caffeine supplies have been moved. Seriously. I think it was lucky that no one died when I was doing my shop. It was a brave move on the part of the super market planners. Frankly, I’m amazed that there haven’t been blood baths caused by these kinds of impromptu switch arounds. What kind of nutcases move the caffeine?

The final insult to this already grievous injury was realising that all the goods in the chillers have been shifted around to. My usual quick 5 minute rush doing my weekly shop was delayed further as it took me another 3 minutes to find where the Philadelphia snack pots now live. If I hadn’t been so irritated, I suspect that a calmer mind may have found these at least 2 minutes earlier.

I realise this has turned into something of a rant, and there are way worse problems in the world. I guess I just want to shout out that I’d very much like to smack supermarket planners upside the head with a dead fish a few times. Although they would have plenty of time to run and hide in the amount of time it would take for me to find where the fish are now situated in their newly shifted around store.

Grr.

The consequences of exercise.

It was pointed out to me last night by a friend that I have been neglectful of my blog, and I needed to sort that out. Of course, she was right. She usually is!

So, a lot has been going on for me – new job, new prospects. It’s all been very exciting, and I do have plenty of blog fodder! The main thing is making the time to get it all written down. My most immediate blog fodder for now, though, is the self inflicted pain I have lived with today.

I have found myself working once again with a former colleague who is currently training for a marathon. Which means lunch time jogging. I’ve been off the exercise bandwagon for a short while now, so I decided that yesterday lunch time would be the perfect time to get in on this exercise malarkey again. Exercise is good, after all!

Me being me, I opted to not consider the consequences of going from sedentiary to an hour long five mile jog. On one hand, I should probably be pleased that I managed it with only 10 minutes of walking. That said, I had an awful night sleep due to the pain in my legs and hips.

It took me longer to get ready for work due to the difficulty I had in standing up, putting on jeans, putting on socks, shoes, etc. If I don’t move enough in a 10 minute timeframe, I feel like the lower half of my body has seized up. Going from standing to sitting, or vice versa, is sheer agony.

I have spent most of today walking like a duck.

The lesson here is probably that exercise is bad. I’ll need to practice this jogging thing more next week when the pain has gone away. Until then, I’ll probably see if I can convince the bloke to learn how to do sports massage.

I have no issues recruiting minions to do my dirty work.

Over the weekend, I attended a pool party for the blokes youngest. Of course, I ended up in the pool, because inflatables and floats are so much fun.

Amongst the inflatables were a load of balls. I proceeded to amuse myself throwing these at the bloke. Sadly, my aim is poor. Really, I was getting totally trounced in the floating ball battle, so I opted to take decisive action around the time he threw one that hit me right in the face.

I realised I needed an army. Given only our small party was in the pool, this was actually quite simple. I handed my stash of balls to the small group of children and suggested they needed to start throwing them at the bloke, because it would be funny. This worked perfectly, since they were all better at this aiming and throwing malarkey.

I think it was up to half an hour later when they got bored of this. Still, that was half an hour in which I was highly amused at what I had wrought. And then I got dunked a few times after, which I guess was fair, since I had recruited minions to do my dirty work.

I regret nothing. 😀

On cake days and being 21

Yesterday, I became another year older. If anyone asks, I’m 21 again. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Still, as I get older, my cake day seems to mean less and less. Which is a consequence of adulting, I guess.

I do miss the sense of anticipation I used to get for my birthday, though. To try and get around that this year, I ‘borrowed’ the blokes family to go out for a meal to celebrate. It’s probably the most I’ve done for my birthday in a very long time. I had a great time – but my anticipation was more for the actual meal than for the birthday itself. Not a bad thing, but at some point I’ll just have to accept that anticipating my birthday is a thing of the past. Or that I’m kind of food obsessed.

Still, cake day. The tradition here is to bring cake to the office for your birthday. My birthday falls at the time of year where the schools are on half term, plus Easter weekend is always somewhere close by. This means the office is generally quiet as people typically book the entire week off as a holiday.  In my case, the universe has *obviously* conspired to keep it cheap for me, as I don’t have to buy so much cake due to the lower number of people at work. It’s probably hubris on my part to see this as a birthday present from the calendar for me, but I’ll take it.

The next thing I’m anticipating is Dark Souls 3 coming out. It’s to be a belated birthday present, since the release date here is 12th April, last I checked. Now that’s something I’m really excited about. Expect a death-tage video shortly after that date!