So this morning while perusing my little blogsphere over a cup of coffee and not one, but two slices of toast, I realised it has been a while since there has been a post about the office eejits!
The main reason for this being that in the last few weeks life in the office has been rather low key to say the least. Between one thing and another there have been very few times were we have all been there together. In the times that we have, we’ve all been busy trying to catch up with work from the times we weren’t.
The infamous Tinsel Twit has been off unwell, and the work space is definitely much quieter without her presence. I’d like to think that she will make it to the Christmas dinner considering she’s been blethering on about it since July! Aside from that it would be like having a Christmas tree with no baubles on!
In the run up to the festive season, we’ll have to ensure that we make time for fun and frolics in between all that working! I do after all need new material!
At the Christmas do I’ll just have to try and ensure that no one gets their baubles out! Watch this space!
So peeps, this is the first post from the netbook, and also the first one using Windows Live Writer, wish me luck!
It seems my new toy is more versatile than I thought, as from the comfort of my armchair I was able to control my Xbox using the built in Smart glass app and set an episode of Haven to play in the background as I write. I was also able to reply to a message from Shady and view achievements for my recently played games. I am, I have to admit, rather impressed!
My only bugbear at the minute is the size of the text on the screen, but I am sure with a little tweaking I will be able to adjust that too. It’s a matter of figuring out which platform works best for my offline blogging needs. In fact cancel the whole screen size niggle, I just realised with a swipe of finger and thumb, I can adjust it myself! Doh!!
It’s going to take a while to get used to the whole laptop thing, I’ve only ever been used to PC’s and I have to say I am extremely useless when using the track pad, which is another reason why the touch screen is a blessing!
I’ve not been portable enough yet to venture to work with it, although when I decide I am ready I have a rucksack all set! With the weather getting colder and ground underfoot getting a little slippy, I am scared of falling and squashing Pinguette with my big fat ass!
Ah well, time to get off self same fat ass and go do the housework! Later eejits
There are many times I have felt unsafe, but the platform of a blog would not be a suitable place to air the details of them.
When I saw and read this prompt, one incident in particular came to mind, so I figured I’d share it.
Before my accident I used to work part time for a taxi company. I was a phone operator, or telephonist as I would prefer to be known! In the old days, this being about 10 or more years ago, I used to work all the weekend shifts. The Saturday one did not finish till 6am and in the wee small hours when all the drivers were out and about it could get really boring, especially if they were out of town.
This particular night in order to ease the boredom I decide to walk round to the 24 hours garage for a pint of milk and something to eat. It’s only a short distance, up a street and round a corner and in those days it was much safer to be out on the streets at night, much less traffic around and fewer people, excluding the drunks who had collapsed on the street and slept where they lay.
I dandered round and picked up all the things I needed, and stood chatting to the night clerk for a while, no doubt finding out all the gossip from the hours before.
Two guys, say around early twenties came into the shop, bought a few things, got back into their car, but didn’t leave the forecourt. I didn’t think much of it, but they kept looking into the garage and in the back of my mind I was wondering why they had not left.
I decided it was time to head back, so I said goodbye and headed out the door. As soon as I stepped foot onto the forecourt I heard the engine of the car start, which automatically put me on alert. I rounded the corner from the garage onto the street and instinctively knew the car was following albeit very slowly, so I bolted up to the traffic lights and on my way past, pushed the button for the pedestrian crossing.
The whole incident only took minutes but it felt like a lifetime, as I glanced behind me to see if the lights had turned red. Thankfully they had and I ran the rest of the way to the office, trying to open the door as quickly as I could before the car rounded the corner and saw where I was.
Our office was on the main street anyway, it had a big open window with a ledge, not unlike a seat I guess. I just got the door closed and locked when I heard the car coming, not hard to tell at about 4am when there is no other traffic on the road.
I left the lights off and knelt down behind the ledge and saw the car crawling up the street at what must have been about 10mph. They must have known I was spooked, given how fast I had walked to the lights and then how quickly I had disappeared around the corner. They were trying to find me.
I stayed rooted to the same spot, pretty much out of fear for about 30 minutes, and in that time saw the car cruise up and down past another 3 times.
I will be forever grateful that the traffic lights turned to red!
I’m terrible at speaking up, I always have things to say, but more often than not I back down as I am not a fan of confrontation.
Jed’s theme for this challenge reminded me of an incident that happened on the train last week. It is an occasion where I wanted to speak my mind, but aside from that it also made me realise how two people can view the same situation in different ways.
I remember the morning in question, because I was debating doing the change over at the first station where the train turns into an express. It was a busy morning and there were already people standing in the aisle’s and doorways. I glanced back and decided not to bother, I had a seat and blog reading was particularly good that morning.
The conductor was moving down the train towards the doors right behind my seat as the train had already pulled into the station. People were trying to get off by wading through the crowd trying to get on. It was a bit of a human traffic jam.
A lady (and I use that term very loosely) entering the train obviously spied the empty seat beside me and pushed against the crowd to reach it. In doing so she met the conductor trying to go the other way and pushed towards him too, until he eventually said something along the lines of, can you let people get off first.
Having experienced first hand, trying to leave a train against the flow, I thought the lady pushy and rude, I’ve blogged before about how I feel it is polite to let other passengers leave before entering a train.
I said nothing. What I wanted to say was, “Seriously, have you no patience, like none at all. Could you not have waited until everyone was off. You practically shoved the conductor out of the way.”
It’s funny how when something happens, you become aware of someone, who you would normally never have paid any attention to. Subconsciously you place yourself on guard.
A couple of stops later this lady picks up her mobile and phones someone. I don’t usually listen to other people’s conversations, although on a train, sometimes it is extremely hard not to.
Obviously the person she was talking to was either a partner or family member, who also it would seem works for the transport company who run the trains. She told them that she felt like putting in a complaint against the conductor because he was rude and also because of the way he pushed her to the side. I believe she said that she did not like the way he had laid hands on her. She told the person on the phone she had the staff number and they were obviously going to try and obtain the name of the conductor.
I swear she had to know I was listening, because a couple of times I turned and gave her the look, the ‘are you for fecking real’ look! I was actually getting quite annoyed and wanted to jump up and down yelling ‘what the absolute f*ck!!!’ See how cross I was, I never use the word absolute, I can’t even spell it ffs.
I had not witnessed any of the things she said, and my perception of the incident was totally different. I thought she was the one who was rude and pushy and if I’d had the balls to speak my mind I’d have told her that an all!!
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You lovely lovely people, who would have though that posts about Fresh Air would garner so much interest. How are you liking the series so far? What do you mean you can’t see them, they are right there in the fresh air, I wrote them with my new fresh airbrush set. Time to put on those rose tinted glasses me thinks.
Today was my best day ever for follows. Go figure, you lot are amazing! I really appreciate each new person who clicks the button.
So, here’s the thing, it’s actually really hard to write about fresh air. If you don’t believe me, try it for yourself and good luck with it, this is one time I will happily accept the resounding smack of failure.
What I am going to write about, and I suppose in some ways it is slightly connected is that fluffy white stuff that everyone likes to see at Christmas. No I don’t mean the new fleecy dressing gown you got your Granny from Primark, I mean snow!
Snow is precipitation in the form of flakes of crystalline water ice that fall from clouds.
Even I have to agree that snow is beautiful to look at, if you’re looking at it through the window of your warm living room and have nowhere that you need to be that is. The new fresh layers of powder make the world look like it has been coated in Marshmallow, and trying to walk through it certainly adds to this feeling. It’s all fun and games until it brings everything to a standstill and people get stranded.
My worst nightmare is when the snow starts to melt and then freezes turning every pavement you set foot on into an ice rink. To add to the misery wee Johnny from up the street thinks it’s a great idea to pelt you full in the face with a slushy snow blob and as you try to get away you do your own version of a comedy run, as in your legs are moving, but you ain’t going nowhere!
They are saying this is going to be the worst Winter we have had in a long time. I hope they are wrong. I don’t think either I or alien leg could cope with that kind of pressure everyday for the next 4 months. I might have to consider putting myself into hibernation and trying to convince work they want to pay me for it. There’s about as much chance of that as me writing an actual post about fresh air!
I’d like to blame Alien Leg at this point and say that she is the reason I no longer like walking in the ice and snow, as being not as steady on my feet is certainly going to prove problematic. However I’d have to endure many chants of ‘Liar Liar pants on fire’, as the truth is, I have been a big wuss for a lot longer than she has been in existence.
Ach well, at least if I make it into work on the bad days I can while away the hours chanting ‘There’s snow place like home.’
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The Rules
Each week Steve will post 3 new questions so…
(1) Go to the music player of your choice and put it on shuffle
(2) Say the questions aloud and press play
(3) Use the song title as your answers
(4) NO CHEATING
This Weeks Questions (which I believe were posed by Anniemation Floe)
1. What would you do if you won the lottery – Settle by Two Door Cinema Club – That’s actually a pretty good response for me, because winning the lottery would help me settle. I could clear all my bills and not have to worry about the future.
2. If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be? – If time is all I have – James Blunt – It is one of the things I would change, I would aim to spend less time worrying and just get on with living!
3. Are you reliable? – Let your love walk in – Paloma Faith – Ummmm, yeah…although I have no idea how that song interprets it. Answers on a postcard please.
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My apologies for being a little lacking in the posting department this last week or so. It’s been a combination of having naff all to say and trying to get everything that needs done, done! Finding the time to sit down and write proved a little difficult.
You might however have seen a couple of random posts mid week. Rob certainly did! They were from my Netbook as I tried to get it set up for blogging. It’s hard finding an offline text program that is going to work hand in hand with WordPress. After a little research I figure I am going to give Windows Live Writer a try, it seems to get pretty good reviews. If you look at my posts and they are complete and utter tripe (excluding the content, which is usually tripe anyways) then you can rest assured that I am going to blame WLW, even though it may not be the culprit! It was in fact the sausage fingers, in the living room with the Laptop. Case solved, we can all go home.
I’ve also figured out how to cure the having nothing to write about problem. I’m going to write about anything and everything that pops into the empty space between my lug holes. Ok perhaps not everything, because lets face it, there is limited capacity up there.
Until I get into the full swing of things there will be a week long series of posts about fresh air!
Lastly a huge thank you to all my new followers. Welcome aboard, there are a good bunch of eejits who hang around the good ship Indecisive and you are all more than welcome! Keep spreading the word :)
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The Rules
Each week Steve will post 3 new questions so…
(1) Go to the music player of your choice and put it on shuffle
(2) Say the questions aloud and press play
(3) Use the song title as your answers
(4) NO CHEATING
This Weeks Questions
1. What is the Story of Your Life? – Blue Jeans by Lana Del Ray – I do wear blue jeans, in fact I pretty much only ever wear blue jeans and black T – Shirts, but Lana Del Ray would have had no way of knowing this when she penned her song!
2. What is Your Biggest Fear? – I Hate by Passenger – I hate very few people or things, well except train travel and Marmite! Sorry Marmiters of the World.
3. If you got a tattoo on your butt, what would it say? – Orinoco Flow by Enya – As of the time of writing this post, I have been unable to confirm via the Internet if Orinoco is perhaps a secret code word for Le Poop or Le Squits as Steve calls them, so I’ll have to just shrug my shoulders at this one.
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Now I’m no technophobe, but neither will I be winning any awards for services of excellence in the field of information technology
I’m pretty much self taught at everything, from computers to games consoles to mobile phones. If there is something I don’t know, then I will make sure I am better prepared the next time that situation arises. If all else fails and one of my more knowledgeable counterparts is not to hand or for that matter to the other end of the phone, then I will refer to old faithful, the Internet.
For the six months or so that I have been blogging, the tools of my trade have been my trusty, albeit getting slower desktop, and my Nexus, which I purchased a little keyboard for. It’s great, but for blogging it’s small, fiddly sometimes and has a tendency to jump onto the floor. It’s also hard to balance when you’re on a train and have not been fortunate enough to sit at a a table.
With all this in mind I decided to bite the bullet and purchase a small laptop, just a baby one, small enough to carry, but big enough to type on without feeling I have sausages for fingers!
So it arrived, and I wasn’t overly excited, as in the 3 weeks it took for delivery I had almost talked myself out of the purchase and was tempted to send it back blaming the voices in my head for making me hit the buy button. It sat on the desk for almost two days before I opened it, but when I did, and I saw it, that little fecker called the ‘glimmer of excitement’ slapped me repeatedly about the face.
I was sensible enough to buy a touch screen laptop, I figured it would make the transition between my current Windows Vista to Windows 8 a lot smoother. Nope! For the first 2 hours or so, Windows 8 had me totally and utterly beat. It was about to take a one way ticket to Dumpsville on the end of my toe.
I took a walk, kicked a few things (no parents or live animals were harmed in the story behind this blog post), came back, looked at the laptop, kicked a few more things, counted to ten, picked up the laptop and sat down, with it on my lap, funnily enough.
It’s amazing the difference it makes when you look at something as an adult and not a temper tantrum throwing twat like I had been in the last 2 hours.
Clear thinking me had us onto Google and watching You tube videos, on the Windows website perusing the how to section, swishing, clicking and tickling the screen like Windows 8 and I had been the best of friends for years. Little Miss 4 T’s did try to raise her head a few more times, but counting to ten seems to be the ultimate weapon for keeping her at bay.
I’m not going to say it’s a match made in heaven, I can foresee many an uphill struggle in my journey with Pinguette (everything I own has a penguin type name….it’s better not to ask), but here’s hopeing she makes my blogging life just that little bit easier.
The Indecisive Eejit 