I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

This is what you'd get:

This made me laugh--and I need a laugh today--just got bad news from my social worker, I'm still sick--and have to go back to work--the sceduling for today was a bit messed up, by the way...and..oh never mind. Just hope this gives you the laugh it gave me.

I'm on a very quick lunch break at home--have an appt. with a social worker in about 20 minutes, so I'm wolfing down a sandwich (turkey, what else?) and trying to type inbetween bites, so forgive the typos, as, despite the fact I've been typing since age 12, I really stink at it.

Anyway, I have this new Dr Who fan fiction blog, with the totally unoriginal name of "Nancy's Doctor Who Fiction Page." Anyway, I posted a good many of my fiction stories and drabbles on there. What is really, seriously surprising me, is the number one story so far.

Now, on the Teaspoon/Open Mind website, my most popular stories are Tennant's Doctor. On my new blog, It isn't Tennant, it isn't Eccleston--it's my one and only, very short Tom Baker story--where Baker's Doctor comes in, only in the LAST paragraph! The main character isn't even a Doctor Who character, but someone I totally made up (based loosely on the "Editor" character in the 9th Doctor/1st series), and who is really what the story is about--the story doesn't even have a proper ending...I just left it sort of hanging there, to let the readers use their imagination--sort of just a bit of whimsey, on my part. Yet, even though Baker's Doctor doesn't appear until the very end of the story--it's still my number one story! It's gotten triple the reads of the other stories--some stories haven't even been read at all, actually.

Isn't that odd? Life is funny, that way, I suppose. Something you didn't put much thought into, or didn't take that seriously, and think people will hate, or simply pass over, they like, and something you think is really, genuinely good, that you really worked hard to perfect--you get a bland review or a non-reaction. Funny old life, yessiree-bob.

A co-worker was all excited, because she went to an auction for the first time, this week, and really enjoyed herself.

I love auction--I have to stay away from them, because it got to be a bit like a gambling addiction to me--can't keep my hand down, love those bargains, ha-ha!

I've been doing auctions since I was a child: church/charity auctions, horse auctions, antique and general merchandise auctions, farm auctions, state and police auctions, household/estate...all of them. Well, in the late 80's, early 90's, when mum and I had our flea market business, I'd work my "day job" and spend my nights, three to five nights a week, traveling to auctions, buying and selling...and loving every minute of it--especially when I'd made an especially good buy, or a nice profit on a sale, of course.

I'd LOVE to be an auctioneer--I could do it, to. I know the patter, the "chant," that wonderful flurry of bidding--the bad jokes with the crowd. It's great...a good auctioneer must also be part preacher/showman, part comic, part salesman..and sort of, a singer. You see, in a way, the auctioneer was the first rap singer, ha-ha. Just listen to a good 'un sometime, you'll see what I mean.

So, it's Black Friday over here---the unoffical national holiday. A lot of people take an extra day off, the day after--either to recover from the feasting/family, or to travel, or to shop.

It's the day after Thanksgiving, when many department stores throw open their doors at 6am, and tons of holiday shoppers grab at the big sales items on display--it's the biggest shopping day of the year, over here, with most stores having extra discounted sales, and "secret" specials and other incentives to get shoppers to buy. Don't ask me, what insane person gets up at stupid O'Clock on a Friday morning, to go Christmas shopping at six am--only in America! It's ain't me, brother!

So, I have to try to ring up Time-Warner and sort out why in heaven's name my internet has been turned back on. If I had not accidentally plugged the box back in, I never would have known! Now I'm worried sick--literally, that I will have a 200 dollar T-W bill to pay, instead of just the 91 dollar bill, from October. I was wide away until well past 2am, worried to death about it. The very last thing I need is another bill.

Oddly, I have no dial tone on my phone though. Very strange, as the phone/internet are an all-in-one package. Well, if they are there today, I'll soon have it sorted, I hope.

Long work day for me, to make up my sick day and the holiday--still about 5 hours shy of a full pay check though. I'm working 10 to 4, with an hour for lunch, then 5 to 10. Then, I get the pleasure of doing it all over again, on Saturday! And oh, how rotten people are to us phone reps, during the holidays--I mean, they can be completely miserable---slamming phones, screaming, deliberately hurting our ears--people in wheelchairs and elderly people too, mind-- with fax tones and the like...stinking ingnorant gits. I hate my job with a passion--I mean, I detested cleaning loos and emptying nasty bin bags--but I hate telemarketing even more, and I hate my employer with a passion. My chav Indian money-grubbing employer has caused me so much hardship--a year of employment with them, and I am worse off financially, then when I was unemployed! No joke! I enjoy working with my voice, and I'm pretty good on phones, but this job--some days it's just..torture, people are just that miserable--and my bosses put so much pressure on you to perform and get sales--especially credit card sales...they keep telling us that if we don't perform well, we'll all lose our jobs...parahrasing, but that's the gist of it. I really hate selling. I like helping people, but sometimes I have to sell to people I know cannot afford it, or people whom are elderly and not all there--and it makes me feel horrible, but I have to keep my job, so I have to do it, but..it's not a good feeling.

I had a good laugh, yesterday--someone suggested that I write a film script based on my blogs--yeah, right. Who would want to watch something like that? I pictured what it would be like, in my mind for a moment--and just burst out laughing..biggest laugh I've had in a long while.

well, have to be off to work. Bleh. Still have a fever, and a bit low, but I will muddle through somehow, always do--well, mostly, anyways.

Well, my fever's finally nearly gone, thankfully. I even managed to not only eat most of my dinner, but have a couple of bites of pie, after. A far cry from younger days, when I'd clean the plate twice and have two slices of pie after, before I'd be full. People keep asking me if I'm on a diet--no, just not hungry as much as I used to be--ironically, often I'm hungriest when there's little food to eat. My appetite these days is a tad quirky, in a mildly ironic kind of way.

I was playing about a bit with my bad play I'm writing, and played cards on the computer, and read a bit (Dr Who), and wrote a few paragraphs for a new Dr Who story. Fixed my computer--sort of. Someone gave me some instructions. I lost my access to my control panel--it was GONE. So, they helped me by-pass that to get to the "help" section, so I could do a system restore, and gave me a disk of a free trojan remover--not a very good one, but free, so what the heck did I have to lose. Seems to have done the trick, all systems normal again, no blinking pop-ups ever few seconds. Time will tell, I suppose, if it worked or not.

I didn't really mean, in that other post, that David Tennant sucks--that was a bit childish, I suppose. I actually do rather like the man--well, as much as you can like someone you know pretty much absolutely nothing about. I was just deeply wounded, and a bit ashamed, as well, about being banned. That's two times this week I've had cause to be mortified. I didn't think I'd behaved badly on there--but perhaps I had, as I was extremely upset at the computer virus and being sick, and depressed--you see, I'm in a bit of a grieving spell, missing mum. She died about two weeks before Thanksgiving, so this isn't really a happy time of year for me, any longer-- and on top of that, we got our checks early because the payroll person has Friday off--and having a short pay check--it made me a bit queasy at the thought...I'll an even smaller one, next week, as well, because of being sick on Tuesday, and the holiday today. Well, taken altogether, I just had such a horrible day, yesterday, I was just in the old emotional cellar hole.

And this is WEIRD. My internet is BACK ON tonight! Why????

Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled, but..the cost now--will I be billed for it, even though I cancelled the service?

I was supposed to turn in the cable box, but just hadn't had a chance to get round to it--it's a bit of a long walk to that part of the city where the local Time-Warner office is. So, tonight, I went to plug in a lamp--but accidentally, because of my slight night-blindness in dim places, plugged the cable box back in, and all the lights came on! So, I hustled over to the computer, and---What the heck??? I have internet service! I told them to turn me off--and I WAS turned off, two Mondays ago! Wow. I don't know what to make of it--but looks like now, instead of owning one month--now I'll own two! Stupid Time-Warner. I'll have to ring them up from work tomorrow and have it out with them. I can't afford to be 2 months in arrears! That's around 200 dollars! Man, life just sucks sometimes, don't it? One more thing to lose sleep over. Wonderful.

Wrote this earlier today, in case I got online here, later:

It's Thanksgiving day. Thanks to a friend, I won't be turkey-less, and even have all trimmings to go with it, more or less. Wish I had some cheese and crackers though, ha-ha. Miss those mid-afternoon TG appetizers we used to have, that was almost as good as the feast.

We used to always have our TG feast around 5 in the afternoon--or thereabouts. Today's the typical day, weather-wise: overcast and wet. Sometimes it snows, sometimes it rains--it's actually rare when it's sunny on Thanksgiving. Funny about that, I think. I can remember few Thanksgivings when it didn't rain or snow. A couple of years, when I was wee, we even had snowstorms, and one year, back in the 60's I think, we even had a full-blown blizzard!

Inside my mind, I can still picture our Thanksgiving day, at home: smell the turkey roasting in the old gas oven, the lineolium floor squeeking under my mum's feet. The sound of the annual big Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, down in Manhattan, playing on the television in the living room--mum would pop in and out to watch it with me, sitting down later, towards the end, to watch. The sound of dad, snoring away in the bedroom down the hall. He usually slept late on Thanksgiving day, not getting up until sometime past noon--or, he might wake and go down to our local volunteer firehouse and hang out at the bar down there, with some of the other firemen, playing cards for a few hours. Dad wasn't big on holidays--until it came time to eat, that is.

Then he'd be first at the table, getting his hand slapped (verbally speaking) for standing there, picking at the freshly roasted turkey, before we were seated and grace had been said.

Mum always put on a nice spread. We had things we'd not normally have, in the course of the year: freshly baked dinner rolls, shrimp cocktail, fruit cocktail, orange juice, pickles and olives, and other little appetizers. At dinner, the was cold milk to drink, and the veg would be special too--besides the usual fresh mashed potatoes, cranberry jelly and peas, there'd be broccolli in cheese sauce and creamed pearl onions, and, some years, fresh corn on the cob, when it was available. And the bread stuffing in the turkey, still can taste that. Lost mum's recipe, years ago...it was gran's recipe, and was always filled with sage and spices. Later, I'd make my own version, with sage and onion, which was good, but..not the same, I'm afraid.

After dinner, there was the traditional dessert of pumpkin pie and/or dutch apple pie, with either vanilla ice cream or whipped cream. A couple of years, that was changed to hot fudge sundaes, but mostly it was pie, with coffee for the adults and milk for my sister (when she was there) and I.

So, this year, I'm having turkey, cranberry jelly, broccoli with cheese sauce, instant butter & herb flavor mashed potatoes, whole wheat bread stuffing, and pumpkin pie for dessert. Not bad. And the one nice thing, I must say, about dinner alone is--I don't have to wait 'till five O'clock, ha-ha!