April 24th, 2007

Random - Garbo

Tuesdays / Bluesdays

Bah. I hate Tuesdays. I didn't want to get out of bed this morning and did, in fact, get back in after I'd been to the bathroom. I'm not particularly tired (not as tired as yesterday), but Tuesday mornings fill me with a sense of absolute dread because I know I'm stuck at work until 6.00. And because Noor is still off sick and hence I'm still working on my own, everyone's trying to help me again. So, again, I'm going to run out of stuff to do by midday because there's nobody in to give me any work, or it comes in little bits few and far between.

Tomorrow or Thursday morning I must remember to email Marie to remind her to bring up the "last piece of work in the tray" issue at our team meeting, but I'm also going to add the other thing I forgot to bring up, which was to only take one piece of work rather than two. This is to do with not only issues of RSI, but the fact that I run out of work quicker. There are lots of other things I'd like her to bring up as well, but I have a horrible feeling the-other-Gaynor will start moaning as usual so I'd better start small...

The only trouble with dreading Tuesdays is I start to dread choir as well... mostly because I'm too tired to enjoy it. Plus my voice isn't what it used to be; I've been having trouble of late with the upper range. I can't sing second soprano because mostly it's the same anyway. Unfortunately singing alto isn't an option either, as my range consists of about an octave and anything below middle C is a struggle...

I dunno, I'm feeling a bit disillusioned with it. I've always been in choirs with people I know before now, and I don't really talk to people there. I get on better with the middle-aged women than the girls my age, probably because they're all frightfully posh and frightfully rich (like, going-on-regular-skiing-holidays rich) and it's depressing. They're all nice enough and everything, but I don't think I'd have anything in common with any of them, and I don't go to the pub afterwards with them because by the end of rehearsal I'm starving and ready to crawl into bed. Plus, you know, skint.

So, I'm kind of half-considering giving it up after these two concerts are done with. I have no idea if I'm even going to be able to do the second one, anyway. Besides, I'm kind of half-toying with trying to join an amateur operatics/musical company instead as that's more like what I like doing, but I doubt I'm even remotely talented enough to do it. I only got into the choir because Colin (who does auditions) was in "a good mood" at the time, otherwise I probably wouldn't even be there.

Meh.

In other news, I'm trying to do that Imagini VisualDNA meme thing, and trying to put my own text on my choices, but the bloody thing won't stop scrolling to let me do it. It's incredbly frustrating and annoying. And oh, look you can add text on the widget page anyway. So the 'add your text' function on the annoying scrolling version is pointless as well as irritating.

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I want to go home. :(
Chicago - cell block tango

As ever, food makes things better.

Roast chicken and mayo sandwiches. Yum.

Not MUCH better, as I was mown down about twice by people who were bigger than me. I may be short, ignorant people, but I am a HUMAN BEING and I am WALKING. So get the Hell out of my way, or I will EAT MY WAY THROUGH.

*stabbity*

Anyway. Another meme.

Comment and I will:

1 - Tell you why I friended you.
2 - Associate you with a song/film.
3 - Tell a random fact about you.
4 - Tell a first memory about you.
5 - Associate you with a character/pairing.
6 - Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7 - Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
8 - In retort, you must spread this disease in your journal.


Stolen from midnght__gypsy. I think I can remember why I friended most people... if I know you in real life that's cheating, but you can still take part.