Happy Hallowe'en

Happy Hallowe'en everyone!

Happy (late) Birthday to my Sibling

Spent the weekend in Chester with my sister. It was her birthday on Sunday and so we took her prezzie (a coffee maker) to her. She liked it, and also seemed to enjoy the shopping. We went all round the Arndale Centre and then around Primark (didn't spend as much as last time) and then we got on a bus to the Trafford Centre. It was quite big, good fun. Didn't buy much there either. Had a good time wandering about and taking the mickey sometimes. We got into Chester quite late and checked into the hotel there. We went to Franky and Benny's for food, which wasvery nice. We also had cocktails. The hotel was nice enough, but the beds were horrible! They were soooo soft! Leondidn't sleep well, and my back was worse after I slept than before. I maybe should have had a shower (there wasn't a bath) to loosen my muscles! Then we wandered around Chester, bought a few more things for Leon's costume. I bought a hat in New Look. I tried to buy some jeans but there were none that weren't hipsters. We had no problems with the trains amazingly, and got back to York just before 7pm. Enough time to watch some weird stuff on TV, call my parents and have dinner. Not enough time for a bath as well though. I may do that tomorrow. I'll have to wash myhair again so that I can style it in the correct way for the costume. Woo! And I still have to finish my costume. It needs a bit of fixing and needs the lacings attaching. I also have to paint my nails, dom's nails, do my makeup, powder both of us to make us white, sort out the teeth, do my hair - it's going to be mad! Better start early I guess!

Flood!

Yes, the river is flooded. This would not be of any concern to me, I thought, living in my new house. However, I have been proved sadly wrong. I walk to work by the river, you see, and the bit I walk down has been flooded to the point that I can not walk down it. This is disappointing. I had to walk down the road this morning. I don't like it. It's noisy, smelly and scary. I prefer the river. It put me in a less good mood this morning when I came in. A couple of weeks ago I had a go at badminton. I didn't think I was very good, but I enjoyed playing. Even despite the aches afterwards I thought I'd play again. However, this hasn't gone to plan. You see, when I fell down the stairs I hurt my back, and I don't think that I'll be rejoining the badminton arena seriously for a while. I intend to go next week though so that I can at least have a little bit of a knockabout. I'll be swimming tomorrow though, that should help (hopefully) some of the soreness in my muscles to get better. It might not - it might just make me feel really bad!

Mummy and Daddy

My Mum and Dad visited today with a small but very fab gift of Belgian Choccies from Brugge (that's Bruges in English apparantly) where they went a short while ago. We had a nice lunch, mostly cooked by Dom, who did a darned good job of it! We also had a nice dinner, although microwaving camembert to make it melt doesn't work. Ho hum. They also brought a selection of random computer things with them (including a 12 port router) which they want me to sell to someone. I don't know what the other thing is... And my back is feeling better, although my coccyx is still very sore!

New Blog

As I feel that I have gained more weight that I should (and in fact more than I thought) I have set up a diet-blog to track my progress at stopping being fat. You can find this blog at: Tsuki's Diet Blog I intend to be less fat in a while.

Darn it all!

So, we've had our meetings about where we see ourselves in the new structure. Really, it's pointless. I'm sure that whatever my preference is, they already know where they want to put me. I would like to get promoted into a more senior role, but I can't see that happening. It's not because I don't think I am capable of taking a more responsible role - I think I am. I know that I've only been here for just over a year, and that it's very ambitious of me to want promotion at this stage; but the team needs people, who know what's going on, in these roles. It's all a bit silly really! I know that I want promotion. I think that it is clear to people who I report to that I want promotion. I know that I can do it, although it might be hard work. I like to be pushed, I like work to challenge me, not to stifle me! But, like I say, it's not to do with common sense. It's also not about promotion. We're to be "slotted in" to a variety of positions, which supposedly correspond to our current positions. Hmm, well - we'll see. It's just confusing in a lot of aspects, and isn't really helping the climate of distrust that we certainly have in this office. Speaking of climate in the office, there are some team members who are always needlessly critical of everything. Ranging from the fact that I'm not smiling much today (because I'm in pain from my fall - you wouldn't be smiling either!) to what the weather is doing, to what's in the top ten, to what the boss is wearing today. It's madness! Why can't he just grow up and accept that sometimes stuff is poor, sometimes it's not. Just give people the benefit of the doubt from time to time! Please! It's not like anyone is forcing him to be here! Another climate related issue is the air-conditioning. It's ALWAYS very cold over in my part of the office (not least because of the chilly attitudes of some people) and when I complained the guy who came to look did pretty much nothing about it. Apparently all offices have "hot spots" and "cold spots" and unfortunately I sit in one of the cold spots. WHY!? If the climate people were doing their jobs properly there would be an even temperature all across the office, and nobody would be too hot and nobody would be too cold! Grr. So, I realise at this point that I haven't mentioned anything about my fall on my blog. Yes, I fell down the stairs again. This time it was the attic stairs. I put my heel on the step, but it slipped and I slammed down about 3 steps on my bottom and my back. I knocked the wind out of myself (ie ceased to be able to breathe due to no air in lungs) and also scared myself! So, after an amusing moment involving a bowl, which I wont go into, and a phone-call to "NHS direct" I was sitting in just my dressing gown waiting for an ambulance. So I sent Dom a-running around for some clothes. Then, dressed in my sister's old jogging bottoms (only 2 sizes too big) and a "Mr Lazy" T-shirt, I was helped into an ambulance by two pleasant gentlemen who were very nice. I discovered that I have a healthy pulse rate of about 60bpm. Then the ambulance man put the flashers and sirens on so that we could get through the 9am traffic! Woo! We arrived at the hospital, and a cute paramedic helped the two I already had with me, plus a nurse, to move me off the trolley onto a bed. The nurse then took my blood pressure and measured my blood-oxygen levels. She rushed off in such a hurry that she forgot to turn off the auto-blood-pressure-machine. It blew up the pressure collar so much that I thought it was going to explode! Dom turned it off though. Phew! Then the nurse came back with cocodomol. About fifteen minutes later a doctor turned up. She poked and prodded me in a number of places, including the bottom of my coccyx, which is rather close to other places you wouldn’t want to be prodded for comfort! She deduced that there was nothing broken. She was concerned about my sore ribs at the back, but we concluded that I must have hit my back on the steps on the way down. Nice. So she went away. Fifteen minutes or so after that a nurse came through, asked if the painkillers had kicked in and then scooted me off the bed. When it was shown that I could walk around without keeling over, they said I could go home. We called a cab. Almost £6 later, and a good 20 minutes or so, we were back home. That was Tuesday. It's Friday now and I still ache, but at least I'm not broken. I'm going to take more care on the stairs. And probably buy a bungalow when I have an actual house of my own. One floor is definitely the way to go. Stairs-free, that's the kind of house I want. A ramp would be acceptable, if I were to have an upstairs I'd want a ramp rather than stairs I think. That would be sooooo cool! :D So there we are.
But I'm fine now.
Well, I'm still in pain, but I'm ok.

Blah blah blah

Well, hasn't it been a long time?

Well, life goes on. I went to see Terry Pratchett at his signing in Borders on the 8th of October. I thought it was going to be cooler than it was. I guess the guy has to meet thousands of crazy people from everywhere - even Manchester apparantly! But even so, I was third in the queue! If I'm ever a sucessful author I'll be nice to people who want my books signed. Not that he wasn't nice, but he could have been nicer.

Went to the swimming baths last Tuesday (for the second time) and I'm going again on Tuesday. It's going to be a Tuesday thing. I'm enjoying it, and hopefully it will allow me to become less fat. I have to lose weight (or mass, as many physics teachers would oh-so-amusingly point out) IMHO. I don't mind being bigger than I uesd to be:

As you can see I was too thin back then. Still, I prefered how I was in more recent times, while now I just feel fat. It's amazing how much of an impact that can have on your life! I suppose there are many many bigger (excuse the pun) things I could worry about, but...

Oh well. At least I still have a job, for now!

Anniversary

Dom and I have been together for 3 years today - or maybe 3 years on the 14th. We generally can't agree because we tend to have different ideas as to what counts. I'm coming round to thinking that the 14th is better... Basically I nearly got Dom's number on the Friday night outside the club, but I decided I wanted him to have my number but he didn't have his phone. Fortunately I had his friend/housemate's number (which his friend had given to my friend) and so I texted the friend to get Dom's number. When I did get the number I then messaged Dom to invite him to the cinema. Fortunately he came to the pictures, on the 14th, and that's where it all began!

Being nice

I've been, recently, trying at work not to say/think anything mean about people. I failed miserably today when faced with a certain dour person who insists on saying mean things himself. Is it more mean to ignore comments like that? Is that then mean to the mean person? Is it still mean if they're mean? People sometimes say things which have a profound effect on the life of the person they are said about. Usually a thoughtless, throwaway comment too. I'm trying to think about these things before I say them. Bad enough I should think them, but even I'm not perfect ;)