I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

"I warn you, let me outta' here! Time Lords have the most powerful farts in the galaxy, let me out or I'll start eating this plate of Heinz beans you just gave me!"

I have never...

1. Been kissed

2. Eaten sushi

3. Ridden on a motorcycle

4. Read War and Peace

5. Met David Tennant

I have...

1. Sailed on a Skutje (Friesian sailboat)

2. Touched a Tardis console

3. Ridden a white Arabian mare in the moonlight, in the dunes above the Spynx

4. Played the female equivilent of Jerry Springer in a college skit once

5. Wrote my village's official motto when I was 13 years old (still in use today)

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Celebrity ten-pin strip bowling (or, "Bum Cracks of the Stars")

Trading Hovels: A poor person in one country, trades homes with a poor person in another country, to see how the other half (barely) lives.

Dinner Lady for a day: Celebrity chefs trade places with dinner ladies and McDonald's workers for a day, as punishment for being so arrogant about us "regular" folks and our cooking/eating habits.

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Hi all,

Got home from work about half-past two, had a lunch of some tinned ravioli and a diet Pepsi, now...here I am.

Tomorrow is a special casual dress day at work (jeans allowed), due to the impending winter storm we're to get.

Yup, like parts of the northern UK, we northern New Yorkers will be up to our necks (okay, more like ankles and knees) in it, tomorrow.

Yeah, it's been pouring rain all afternoon, on the heels of a coastal storm working its way upstate into parts of New York, New England and Quebec. Here in my area, it's probably not going to amount to anything much--1 to 4 inches of snow...pffft, they call THAT a storm? Heck, that won't even slow down traffic all that much.

However, just a short way to our north and west, they're expecting up to 14 inches of the white stuff...THAT's a snowstorm...not a blizzard, but something like that will probably close schools and delay traffic somewhat...especially for any procrastinators who've not got their snow tires on yet, or don't have a good pair of all-season radials on their car/truck.

I can just picture all those eager butch guys, out in their garages and sheds, gleefully tuning up and putting petrol in their snow blowers...the landscapers who also do snow plowing, rubbing their hands together in anticipation of the early increase in their cash flow, the two local ski areas (West Mountain that's outside this city, and Gore Mtn. up in North Creek, in the northern end of the county) smiling with delight at the prospect of an early ski season.

The shops are probably already selling show shovels, ice melt pellets, snow brushes (for brushing off cars), mittens, snow boots and hats.

Well, guess my leaky winter boots can stand one more trip, I suppose. I just hope there won't be too much slush. Wet feet at the office. Yuk.

The lights were flickering at the office a few times, but didn't go out or interfere with the phones or computers.

We're under a flood watch, high wind warning and winter storm watch until tomorrow night. Supposed to get heavy rain alternating with heavy wet snow, and winds from 40 to 50 miles per hour.

Hey, it's October..not the first time we've had weather like this. I can remember one year when I was wee, going trick-or-treating in our neighbourhood, in snow flurries. Not much fun, trick or treating in your fancy dress, with a winter coat on, tho'.

I just want to take a moment to say once again, thank you to everyone who sent me birthday wishes. It was a rubbish birthday, that's true...but it was made so much better by knowing that so many cared enough to send me a message. THANK YOU.

So, sitting here with my sneezes and sniffles, I say, have a great night all, may you all have a restful sleep.

Well, woke to a dreary October morning...it's 45 F (7 C) according to the online report...but my balcony themometer reads 38 F...don't know which is right. It's pouring down rain, as well. No snow though, so that's okay I guess.

Rough night. The right side of face became so congested that I woke with it several times--basically every few hours, it was swollen to twice its normal size and the pressure was a bit strange-feeling. I took some Advil around 4am, and that helped a bit.

But gah--I don't drink, but feel hungover as hell this morning. Gonna' be a rough shift for me today. I predict a post-work nap in the offing, most probably.

Well, the cats seem to be caught up in the weather...usually they are wide awake in the morning...but all are sleeping. Flame is in a box on the closet shelf, and when I peeked in at her, she just stuck her head up, blinked at me, yawned, and the head went back down into the box again. That kind of day, I suppose.

Hope you all are having a good Tuesday. cheers.

Gah--my hillbilly neighbours won't SHUT UP! They have been shouting at each other (not arguing, just talking normally--they ALL shout!) And, he's letting that stupid dog bark, too...it's past midnight, and I've given up going to bed early...who the hell can sleep with that...they're even hammering! Cripes!

I suck...I've really come down in the world...living in a damned dump with a bunch of ____...and now have to pay 25 dollars more for the privledge--all because of all the problems these hillbillys and their cousins who moved into the building have caused management...

So, got those two increase notices in the post this morning. Then spent the afternoon with chest pains (lungs not heart)...tonight, I was stuck calling stinking American hunting/gun slobs.

I can basically talk on the phone at the moment, for about 3 1/2 hours...but that last half hour's a real killer. So, I'm in the middle of a call with some hunter slob, and begin coughing...and choking a bit, I might add. Breathing suddenly became a slight problem...still, I did my best to slog on with the call--but the thing is, this arse seem to be amused by my distress. He kept laughing, even after I, in my most lady-like way, apologized and told him I was recovering from pneumonia. He found that quite a hoot, apparently. Bastard.

God, these American gun freaks are rubbish people. They think they're brave 'cos they can pull a trigger, they think they're tough cause they can kill something. They think they're patriotic, 'cos they own a gun, support the troops and wear red-white-and-blue underpants.

Horse pucky.

American hunters are rubbish people. It takes honour to have pride, a sense of basic courtesey to have respect, and this guy comes up just plain empty...as do the "man" who deliberately screamed "HELLO!" in my ear, and the jackarse who just spent the whole call whinging about how the club diddled him, but refused to take the phone number so he could ring them up to resolve his issues...lazy sod. Here's a guy who'll spend hours in rain and snow in the woods and wilderness, laying for a deer...but he's too blessed lazy to stop whinging and pick up a telephone. What would YOU call someone like that? Certainly not brave or proud or strong, that's for sure.

Basically, it was a crap night at work.

Oh, and a short way into my shift, the teenage bimbos at the end of my row, started in with the jumping up and down in their seats back and forth, and the dousing themselves with perfume, and gossiping loudly with each other--there's teenage boy now, as well. I'm trying to make sales and couldn't concentrate on my job, with all the massive distractions...who could? Well, maybe someone obtuse could, I suppose. Someone unimaginitive, maybe, who does his or her script by the numbers.

The teens in the office suck. They have no idea of work ethics...in fact, they're so..ugh, I very much doubt they even know what the word "ethics" means. Blinking hell, it's like being back in my freshman year of high school, with them around!

Anyway, I decided to move my seat...did the courtesey of telling my supervisor--mind you, didn't make a complaint about the bimbo teens, just quietly decided to move, so I could get some peace and quiet..well, as quiet as a telemarketing office out of control can be. Just so I could do my job more effectively, ya'know?

I rarely change seats on shift--only if there's a technical problem...this, to the best of my knowledge, is the first time in two years, I've changed my seat for a non-technical reason...unless maybe there was a time when I was having a mild allergic reaction to that chemical odor that was wafting through the office, and I needed to get away from it.

Did I get an "okay, fine" from the supervisor? No. I get a stern admonition that I'm not to change seats after shift starts. What am I? Five years old? I mean, hey, it's okay for the bimbos to pop up and down in their seats all night long, put on perfume, do their makeup and nails, gossip loudly about breast implants (don't ask)...but hey, I want to change my seat so I can do my f'ing job...oooh, better not do that.

God, my office is the WORST office I've EVER worked in, in 20 years! And I used to temp for three different agencies, plus worked in three other offices full time, besides...so I have a lot to compare it to. It doesn't have to be this way, if management would take some outside seminar classes, perhaps, or...just get their act together. It's so disorganized...and night shift is a free-for-all.

I'd probably like my job, if the office was run a little less haphazardly, if it had more consistancy with rules and stuff. Oh, they're actually very nice people...I like every one of my supervisors/office execs as human beings..as bosses...meh. I've had much better.

Also worse, to be fair...I mean, I worked for that Texas born-again Christian right wing republican lady (aka: "God") at the Travelodge, and that was awful.

But...what a crappy birthday. I can't wait for midnight when I can just forget about today and move on.