August 25th, 2006

Farscape - Stark - hidden talents

Some pondering, and some moaning.

(Started at 10.58am) I've been in work for just under two hours, and I have yet to do any proper work. This is mostly because I came in and had to send an urgent fax for Shafiq. No sooner had I done that and turned my computer on that Raj came up to find out about his case on Wednesday, which involved phoning both the Social Worker and admin at Small Heath to try and uncover the files, which have gone AWOL - assuming they ever existed in the first place.

In any case, he has some minutes now so that should shut him up for a bit...

Then I ventured online to try and find out the address of my graduate account branch, to put on the job acceptance form that I was planning on sending off today. Graduate accounts are controlled through Direct Accounts, which I finally remembered as being based in Swansea. I rang up the phonebank service to see if they could tell me, and the Indian-sounding woman on the phone, who called herself 'Lisa', gave me an address in Peterborough... I found another address in Swansea that was on the same road but didn't look the same, so eventually gave up and put the general Lloyds TSB address.

Payroll already HAVE my details, anyway, so it shouldn't be much of a problem. Except, after all this searching, I then discovered I'd left the address to send the damn thing to at home. So I'll have to do it tomorrow. Bugger.

Yesterday was also fairly horrible at work; despite the fact Sandra can see my vast pile of work, she still told Ivy to give the reconvening invites to me to do. Ivy refused, bless her. I'm going to email Tina Hartland after I go with two specific instructions: "Look after Ivy; she's been working really hard and needs al ot of support, but she'll get there in the end" and "Don't let Sandra bully the new typist." Anyway, due to the horribleness Paul and I went to Bella Italia, which, since the refurb, is a lot more efficient. Their lasagne is to die for. And they do Real Coke. Always a good thing in my book. Mmm.

The subject's in the wrong order, really, as here's the pondering.

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Also, I had quite a bizarre dream last night, which I blame on watching Blizzard: Race to the Pole in its entirety on BBC2. In the dream, I was searching for the North and South poles on GoogleMap. The map had a keyboard function which switched it from a 3D to a bird's eye view. The North Pole was characterised by a tall, cone-like mountain right at it's centre, which seemed to naturally indicate the exact location of the Pole. I was trying to look at the map from the bird's eye view, but for some reason the keyboard function wasn't working properly.

Then it transpired that frightened had decided to go on an expedition to the North Pole for some reason, and she was moaning once she'd got there because it was "fucking freezing" - so she leapt in a single bound to the Australian outback because it was warmer, and we and her expedition team basked in the sun for a bit. I remember worrying that we might get sunburnt.

Then it also transpired that last_dance had also gone on an expedition to Australia.

Then we were going to visit my dad, and he lived in a house that was inside a block of flats... when we got there he had some friends around and they were all being very quiet and poring over atlasses (atli?) because they were going on an expedition somewhere as well. For some reason I'd also put my sim card into my old Nokia phone and was playing a game on it, and then my mum turned up for some reason... and then I woke up.

Do you think, perhaps, my brain is telling me to go on an expedition? :)
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