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Work is kicking my ass! Or just my face
Nov. 23rd, 2007 07:39 pm1) I ache all over and I've got a shiner on my cheekbone. It's red and blue and raised and feels tight, and I have to be PRESENTABLE this weekend. I didn't put ice on it because a) we don't have a freezer at work, and b) we don't have heating either, and it's November so I figured ice would be kind of moot. I shall henceforth be known as Fatface.
I just deleted a paragraph that went here about how my life = so hard, which basically boiled down to some whining about the fact that 'Property Developer' sounds so much cooler when not accompanied by evidence of slapstick. I'm gonna have to preface every conversation this weekend with the rich, cool, sophisticated Londonite people I barely know with an explanation of how I smacked myself in the face with a piece of plasterboard. I'm trying to find this amusing, not slightly humiliating. The friend I'm going down to see will find it utterly hilarious. If you're wondering, that is an upside to the situation.
2) In other news. This week I went to the dentist for the first time in eight years, and it highlighted to me how much more I like my twenties than my teens. I have this Thing about dentists, wherein I give myself a tension headache after about thirty seconds of sitting in the freaky reclining chair. I get the shakes. Sometimes there's snot. As a child I just had to sit there and let Mr-Paid-By-The-Extraction have his way with my poor, innocent mouth. At the great age of 25, I went in, told my new dentist I was phobic, and made him explain everything he was going to do. When I asked if something was going to be painful and he replied 'not unless my hand slips', I sat up and calmly asked him if he was mocking my irrational fear, and to please show a bit of sensitivity. He apologised, I lay back down, everyone survived unscathed. Ha! Adulthood rules. *Bounces*. AND, the wisdom tooth that's been hurting since, um, January no longer hurts, and I can chew on both sides again.
3) We had our chimney swept today, and the sweeper found three footballs, a cricket ball (seriously?!) and half a dozen beer cans. The chimney is, and has always been, capped. Does not compute. Even if it wasn't capped, how on earth would you get a football to fall down it? It would be like scoring a hoop at one of those rigged fair ground games, with the added problem of the hoop being six metres off the ground.
4) I'm going to load up C's ipod with podfic for the drive to London. I'm looking forward to it! Of course, when I get home I will check the ipod obsessively to be certain I've deleted the evidence.
In conclusion? I need more friends who think fanfic is cool and shiners are funny.
I just deleted a paragraph that went here about how my life = so hard, which basically boiled down to some whining about the fact that 'Property Developer' sounds so much cooler when not accompanied by evidence of slapstick. I'm gonna have to preface every conversation this weekend with the rich, cool, sophisticated Londonite people I barely know with an explanation of how I smacked myself in the face with a piece of plasterboard. I'm trying to find this amusing, not slightly humiliating. The friend I'm going down to see will find it utterly hilarious. If you're wondering, that is an upside to the situation.
2) In other news. This week I went to the dentist for the first time in eight years, and it highlighted to me how much more I like my twenties than my teens. I have this Thing about dentists, wherein I give myself a tension headache after about thirty seconds of sitting in the freaky reclining chair. I get the shakes. Sometimes there's snot. As a child I just had to sit there and let Mr-Paid-By-The-Extraction have his way with my poor, innocent mouth. At the great age of 25, I went in, told my new dentist I was phobic, and made him explain everything he was going to do. When I asked if something was going to be painful and he replied 'not unless my hand slips', I sat up and calmly asked him if he was mocking my irrational fear, and to please show a bit of sensitivity. He apologised, I lay back down, everyone survived unscathed. Ha! Adulthood rules. *Bounces*. AND, the wisdom tooth that's been hurting since, um, January no longer hurts, and I can chew on both sides again.
3) We had our chimney swept today, and the sweeper found three footballs, a cricket ball (seriously?!) and half a dozen beer cans. The chimney is, and has always been, capped. Does not compute. Even if it wasn't capped, how on earth would you get a football to fall down it? It would be like scoring a hoop at one of those rigged fair ground games, with the added problem of the hoop being six metres off the ground.
4) I'm going to load up C's ipod with podfic for the drive to London. I'm looking forward to it! Of course, when I get home I will check the ipod obsessively to be certain I've deleted the evidence.
In conclusion? I need more friends who think fanfic is cool and shiners are funny.