Work is kicking my ass! Or just my face
Nov. 23rd, 2007 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tacit1) 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.
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Date: 2007-11-23 09:00 pm (UTC)No, really - ow. And I am sorry. Never fun to have other worries added to a stressful situation. At least you impressed me with your tale of taking control at the dentist's! I'm still way too wimpy about those things, and might not have told him off - good on you! I know it probably gets old for him, but phobias are one of those things you respect, even if you don't share them. That goes double if you meet them in a professional capacity.
You have to delete evidence of fic-ness from your iPod? That's kind of sad... Of course, I tend to delete my entire browser history after surfing from work, despite the fact that I don't click on anything even remotely incriminating. But I do check my LJ, and - yeah. No. Work... would not mix well with that, I don't think.
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Date: 2007-11-23 10:01 pm (UTC)Well, I was kind of giggling when I wrote it, so that's fair. Also, you like fanfic, so you're two for two!
skip that whole actually getting to know people better before judging them
*Nods*, sounds reasonable. I figure it'll give me a talking point, at least. And it's true that the people who find it amusing, or at least interesting, are the people I want to spend my evening with. I don't think it'll be that stressful - the Londonite yuppies are probably more the kind of people I grew up with than most people I see in the working day. I was totally posh. Once I get over my inferiority complex (because I'm, you know NOT, now, and none of them know anything else) I'll probably have a great time. It's like reminiscing - fun for an evening once in a while.
You have to delete evidence of fic-ness from your iPod?
I know, lame, huh? I'm sort of semi-out about it. I've mentioned a few times that it exists, and C knows I write sometimes, and she knows I'm obsessed with Atlantis, and there have been a couple of more explicit comments I've made that have me thinking she knows all about it. I once explained at length why Clark and Lex were gay for each other, complete with choice footage excerpts from Smallville. She thinks that fanfic is a copyright infringement at best, and a waste of everyone's creative energy at worst. When we've discussed it in the past we tend to get tense and annoyed like we do when we debate big issues. Religion, Politics, Fanfic. Topics banned from dinner.
Plus, it's her iPod, so it seems a bit rude to load it up with gay porn.
You know what? I think it's the crux of my failure to find new RL friends lately. All I do is work a lot and then when I am actually home - knackered - play on LJ and watch American TV. My solitary little business empire and fanfic: I need more stranger-friendly hobbies.