Sunshine and Showers

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WordPress tells me it’s been 8 days since I posted, really, is that all, because to me it feels like weeks ago.

This last couple of weeks have been a roller coaster. I really have no idea if I’m blown up or stuffed at the minute.

It’s all change at work, even after a year and a half in the job I still wouldn’t say I’m used to it. Everyday brings challenges which when added to the ones I face at home leave me almost at tipping point on a daily basis. With the current changes there are two of us managing 5 people while trying to balance our normal workload. I’m also still trying to fend off people who ask me questions about my previous position. Yeah, the whole saying no thing didn’t work out to well, I can think it, I just can’t voice it. I also need people to realise that I am not a walking encyclopaedia, unfortunately I do not have the answer to every question, but I seem to be the first port of call. I have no doubt things will once again level out, I’m just not sure I will make it through the bedding in period.

There are however some shards of light in the darkness. Did I tell you that I LOVE my new computer, I mean actually LOVE it! I might even send it a Valentines Day card. It’s quick, quiet and will let me open more than three pages without playing the blue screen of death card (touches wood). I almost fell off the chair when I opened Spotify and clicked on play. Who knew that’s what my speakers could sound like, certainly not me and I’ve had the little feckers for ages. Now I just need to finish organising my room and figure out a new desk and I will actually have a workable office space. My desk while perfectly fine will not let me kick my legs out, which when you have bad knees can lead to extra pain which I don’t need. It’s all getting there, I’m making progress and that’s the main thing.

Secondly, Steve’s radio show. You might find this heard to believe (probably not actually), but I don’t have much of a social life, there are a lot of factors to that, not just the whole caring thing, but it doesn’t help. Saturday nights can be a tad boring sometimes if no one is around to play Xbox and I have nothing to blog about. Well Steve and his radio show changed all that. I actually smile on a Saturday when I remember it’s on and try and make the dinner earlier so I can be cleared up before it starts. Each week more people have been listening in, making requests and promoting their blogs. It’s an excellent way to bring people together. Great choice of music and great company make for a fun night, armchair dancing with my pal MJ is the icing on the cake.

If you haven’t tuned in, why have you not, shame on you, you’ve no idea what you’re missing!

The last few weeks the show has been held on a Saturday night between 8pm and 10pm GMT, at Talk About Pop Music. This week however Steve and Suzie are joining forces to host the mother of all Valentines blog parties on both Twitter and the Radio. As Suzie herself says:

We are hosting the Ultimate Valentine’s Day Blog Party on Sunday 14th February from 9.00am GMT till I fall asleep in the evening or The Bloke pry’s my iPad from my hands, with the radio request show from 2.00pm – 6.00pm.

Keep an eye on both their blogs for more information, it’s going to be epic!!

Till next time eejits, I need sleep!

A Songful Saturday!

Happy Saturday people, what you at? I bet you’re surprised to see me here at this early hour, it is after all only 20.45pm. I’m surprised to see myself…….every time I look in the mirror! Boom Boom!

So why am I on so early, Well it’s like this, I’m listening to music, but not just any old music. I’m listening to my good friend Steve from Talk About Pop Music hosting his Saturday night request show.

If you’re currently blogging and want to join in you can tune in HERE!

Want a song played, well then you can contact him via Twitter @stevesays2014 or leave a comment on his Radio post for this week HERE!

Tune in, sure it’s great craic!

By heart….

Singing Eejit

The Daily Prompt asks:

You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?

‘More than words’ by Extreme, that’s the one that springs to my mind. Released in 1990 I believe, it was once of the most played songs on the radio when I started my first year of work in 1991. I knew it off by heart, crooning or was that caterwauling along in front of the mirror, a hair brush for a microphone.

If you’re a regular follower of my blog you will know I used to write a piece called ‘The Office Eejits’, you think they were bad, they are nothing compared to the original crew. One guy, let’s for talk sake call him Bart, because that’s what he was like, an adult Bart Simpson,  and I got on famously and every morning around tea break we used to enter all the competitions on a particular radio station.  Well Bart and I had every version of Car stickers, pin badges, pens and pencils that the radio station had to offer. We were even told on more than one occasion that we were not allowed to enter as we were winning too much.

This particular week they were giving away tickets to see Extreme live in Belfast. I wanted those tickets…I wanted them bad. In the morning competition Bart managed to get through and after being asked a question, which to be fair wasn’t that difficult, won a set of the tickets. I was so jealous, but resigned myself to the fact I would have to wait until the next day. As luck would have it, we (Bart and I) were working late that night and another chance came up, and I was on it like a car bonnet!

Waiting to get through to a radio station, hosting a competition for something you really want has to be the most nerve wracking experiences ever. Bart sitting across the office from me was urging me to hang on and eventually the phone was answered, to be honest now I can’t remember who by, but I was getting my chance at tickets. All set and ready to answer my question I prepared myself, I could do this! When the DJ told me that in order to win tickets I would have to sing the first verse of the song, I almost died on the spot. Sing…..live……on……the…..radio……..WTF!!!

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Dude…seriously, you want me to sing?

I was so dumbstruck at his request that I forgot the words. I could sing this song in my sleep yet here I was live on the radio with no memory of the tune, the words or even the time of fecking day. My face must have been a picture!

I think I mumbled that I couldn’t remember it,  despite the fact that  2 minutes before when he had asked me I’d told him I lovvvvvvvvved Extreme and knew the song off by heart. I think he helped me with the first couple of words and off I went, somehow managing to belt the rest out, albeit not with the same gusto that I would have in front of my bedroom mirror. I won the tickets, there was much elation, on my part anyway. Bart, well, when I finally managed to look over at him, all I saw was his two feet sticking up behind the desk, he had literally fallen off his chair laughing.

So ummmm yeah, that’s the first one that comes to my mind :)