Monthly Archives: January 2008

>And On the Brighter Side

>I just wanted to say thank you to Hoolicia for the lovely postcard. It made me smile and my horrid day got much better! Thanks so much! I love you and miss you very much.

Original Comments:

Holly Miller wrote (on 01/02/08):

welcome. xo. h.

And On the Brighter Side

I just wanted to say thank you to Hoolicia for the lovely postcard.  It made me smile and my horrid day got much better! Thanks so much! I love you and miss you very much.

Right. THAT'S Why I Hated It…

Overall, work was going pretty good. I was doing a good job, and when they hired me full time, it was for more money than I expected to earn and with a better title. I was pretty happy. I couldn’t remember why I was so apprehensive about getting back into the corporate scene after living as a kindergarten teacher for two years. Sure, I wouldn’t get 25+ hugs every day, and I couldn’t wear flipflops to work… but there was the upside of getting to take time off when it was also convenient for me and not having people wipe boogers on my shirt.
Then last week happened.
Then last week was rude enough that it dribbled over into the weekend and over onto Monday and I kind of remembered what I hated about working for corp. Shit like this…
So, there was an important meeting at work today. And they’ve known about this meeting for awhile. But on Thursday last week we had a "pre-meeting meeting" (I shit you not), where it was decided that I could "throw together" the presentation that my boss would give during the meeting.
Sure. I’ll just chuck that together for ya, ole hoss. No worries.
They made it sound easy – just ten wee slides. Shouldn’t take long, right?
See, I don’t think I’ve gone into much detail about where I work. The company kinda has two parts, both are digitally based. The "other" side also does design stuff… not just software design but "make it look pretty" design. And I had to make a presentation to that calibre.  Further to that, my boss wants it to be really spectacular, because (frankly) the presentations that they were using are crap. So I got started.
Long story short – I worked on those ten slides all day Friday – from about 8:45 until 6:15, no lunch break.  I worked on it again on SUNDAY for about 4 more hours, bringing it as near to completion as I possibly could.  Monday morning, when my boss saw it, she loved it… but had to make a few changes. Fair enough, she’s the one who has to present (although I maintain that one of her changes was not for the better. I lost that one though.) The changes took about 2.5 more hours.
How many hours is that on one presentation that was only 10 slides long?  About 15.5?  And you know what? Today in the meeting they were so informal they hardly even followed it. I was fuming. I hate having my time wasted like that. To be fair, my boss was also pissed, because she really liked the presentation. And she should have like it – it was fucking spectacular.
Also, because of the rework this morning and the fact that I had to stay in that meeting all freaking day (and after close-of-play at the end of the night), I was at work for nearly 12 hours today without a break. I didn’t step off the train until after 9:00 tonight. And then I walked home from there. My boss is good about that, she told me to come in late tomorrow, but the bitch of it is… I can’t. Because I was in this stupid meeting all day today, I have so much piled up to do I can’t take any time away.
So… yah. That’s why I hated it before, and I sense that’s why I’m going to hate it again. Unless, of course, they give me that promotion and pay raise they’ve hinted at in six months… or they start letting me wear flipflops to work and I get hugs every day.

Thank You, Mr. Bryson

Although I had been told that Bill Bryson was a wonderful writer I, for some reason, avoided his books for a long time. Now I’ve read a handful of them, and I would like to join the chorus that claims his books are wonderful.  He is very funny, and very insightful. His books are easy to read, yet intelligent. And I nearly squirted milk out of my nose trying to hold back a laugh while reading Notes from a Small Island tonight. Loud laughs from my room at 10:00pm on a Sunday night would probably concern my flatmate, so thus the laugh trying to escape out my nose, milk in hand. Here’s the part that got me:
Prolonged solitary travel, you see, affects people in different ways. It is an unnatural business to find yourself in a strange place with an underutilized brain and no particular reason for being there, and eventually it makes you go a little crazy. I’ve seen it in others often. Some solitary travellers start talking to themselves: little silently murmured conversations that they think no-one else notices. Some desperately seek the company of strangers, striking up small talk at shop counters and hotel reception desks and then lingering for an uncomfortably long period before finally departing. Some become ravenous, obsessive sightseers, tramping from sight to sight with a guide-book in a lonely quest to see everything. Me, I get a sort of interrogative diarrhoea. I ask private, internal questions – scores and scores of them – for which I cannot supply answers. And so as I stood by a greengrocer’s in Thurso, looking at its darkened interior with pursed lips and a more or less empty head, from out of nowhere I thought, Why do they call it a grapefruit? and I knew that the process had started.

Friday's Feast


How many times per day do you usually laugh?

Actually, I laugh a lot, even on a bad day like today.  I was having a rotter – stuck at my desk trying to create a PowerPoint presentation for (without exaggeration) approximately 11 straight hours. And I still managed to chuckle a couple of times.

What do your sunglasses look like?

I have two pairs – one that I bought for about $5 in the streets of Itaewon, the other pair I bought in Malaysia. The first are aviators… the other pair is… well, just a pair of sunglasses. Pretty standard.

You win a free trip to anywhere on your continent, but you have to travel by train. Where do you go?

I wouldn’t mind going to Rome.

Main Course
Name one thing you consider a great quality about living in your town/city.

I think London is a beautiful city and I love the architecture here.

If the sky could be another color, what color do you think would look best?

I like it the colour it is – blue is pretty chill. Maybe purple would work.

When I Grow Up

I never want to put a piano in a room in my house if no one ever plays it.
I walked by a fancy house today and I had a feeling that they had a piano simply because it looked "right" in the room they had it in. But I bet no one ever plays it. That’s lame.  I never want to be the sort of person who has a piano just because it looks right in the room and I can afford it.

Joys of Living in An English Speaking Country: The Hair Entry

Now, there were a few times in Korea that I’d go and have my hair done and it would turn out fine. But "a few times" in two years does not a good track record make. Honestly, now.  The worst (which I don’t have pictures of – I was too traumatised to think about it) was the stripe-head fiasco that marked the very, very last time I trusted a Korean with my poor hair.
I had it cut in Malaysia, and it turned out alright.  Not spectacular, but alright.
Now, being here, I’ve had it cut twice and coloured once. Granted, I did the colour myself, but what a joy to be able to read the box!! And I’ve been so excited that here I can explain myself by vaguely saying "you know?" and making certain gestures. They make some suggestions, I tweak it, they suggest again and voila! Hair that doesn’t make me wish that I had the foresight to bring a hat with me to the hairdressers.
I’m just bringing this up because I’ve been getting a lot of compliments on the new ‘do. It makes me feel happy. ^^ Hooray English hair!!


I always use the "Links" bar in Explorer for the sites I go to all the time, but I’ve had to rename them so I could fit more on there.  Thus "Wikipedia" becomes "Wiki", "YouTube" becomes "Vids" (note: It used to be "Tube", but now that I have to check on the London Underground all the time, that Links shortcut is "Tube" and I had to adjust).  Anyway, my blog was just on there as "drolligaffin", but today I changed it to "bloghole" which made me giggle.
I need to grow up.
Heh heh. "Bloghole".

Friday's Feast


What is your favoUrite beverage?

I have a few that I really like. Beer is high on the list, as is milk (if it isn’t from Korea), coffee, and iced tea.

Name 3 things that are on your computer desk at home or work.

Here at home I have my Wake-up Light, a monkey kleenex box my moms sent me at Christmas, and a glass of water (note: not one of my favourite beverages – in fact, one of my LEAST favourite beverages. I need to go to the store.)  At work I just have a phone, a plant, and usually some files. 

On a scale of 1-10 (with 10 being highest), how honest do you think you are?

Hasn’t this one been on Friday’s Feast in the past? I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that I may contradict an earlier response and thus prove myself a liar.

Main Course
If you could change the name of one city in the world, what would you rename it and why?

This also sounds like a familiar question! If Friday’s Feast is recycling, I’m going to have to stop doing it and post *shudder* real entries about my real life. LAME!

What stresses you out? What calms you down?

Nope. I’ve definitely answered these questions before. Which is stressing me out considerably!

Friday's Feast


What is your middle name? Would you change any of your names if you could? If so, what would you like to be called?

My middle name is Anne, same as my grandmother’s middle name. I’ve thought that I would like my first name to be Mia, but I wouldn’t actually ever change it. I suppose I would like to be called something cool, like "Your Excellency" though, or "Your Supreme Radness" or something like that.

If you were a fashion designer, which fabrics, colors, and styles would you probably use the most?

If I was designing for myself, there would be a lot of comfy fabrics that don’t need to be ironed. Lots of dark, rich colours. I don’t know about style, unless "comfy" is a style.

What is your least favorite chore, and why?

The dishes, because the rude things can’t ever seem to stay the freak done.

Main Course
What is something that really frightens you, and can you trace it back to an event in your life?

I’m not answering this one. I’m not scared of anything that could be contrived as funny… like ducks or something. I don’t "fear" anything that other people do, like snakes or spiders (and I don’t want to hear anything about the big ugly yellow spiders in Korea… I wasn’t afraid of them – they offended me).  So, I would end up talking about the kind of things I really do fear – like mediocrity – and I don’t want to walk down that road tonight.

Where are you sitting right now? Name 3 things you can see at this moment.

I am sitting in my bedroom in London. I can see my snazzy new Dell computer, my joyous Wake-up light, and the card that came in the mail today from Carey (thanks Carey!).