It never drizzles

Yesterdays dream of going home early due to spending night at office was dashed to shreds as I ended up staying until well after 7pm running around doing the final arrangements to our huge event today.
This could have been fine, if i didn't recieve a call at 5:30pm from P. He is waiting for me at Paddington Station. He finally moved out of his ex-girlfriend's place in Bath and wanted to know when I was coming to pick him up.
Cool your heels, I'm at work. I'll be there when I can. I said, slightly hysterical, visions of my living room still full of drying laundry and the chaos that was my room after unpacking my suitcase from my trip home. That and the ever growing list of things to do before I leave.

I finally met him at 8:30 at Paddington station and we finally got home at 10:30pm. I was exhausted and still had to shower, tidy up and help him settle. Luckily for me, P is one of my good friends and has seen me in the most precarious of situations, so the fact that I had some of my nicest bras hanging up next to my ugliest bras didn't bother him.

In all honesty, P and I co habit quite well together. I don't know why, but we seem to work well like that. Now to find him a job.

So I overslept this morning, raced into teh office and in the next half hour must drag myself across town to go to this event! Wish me luck.

Friends and Opinions

During my recent jaunt back home, i was feeling a little philosophical and psychological. You see, during my extremely long, ardous, red wine addled, day flight of 13 hours, I sat and examined all the friends i've had over the course of my life. I also sat and analysed the type of person i am and how people percieve me.

Anyway, so i landed and met up with my friends and during my visit, on quiet moments would ask them: Why are you my friend?
This was usually met with a weary glance.
Just humour me, please.
The answers I got were mostly in the area of:
Because you're the coolest chick i've met.
You're fun to go out with.
You're entertaining.
You're sweet and nice and sugar and spice.
Because our paths keep crossing. (don't ask)

Its funny that i got these replies. I was expecting answers like:
Cos you're reliable and trustworthy and smart etc.

But then it hit me. I'm usually the last person my friends call if they're in trouble. And I have no idea why! I always say they can call me if the shit hits the fan, yet, it never seems to happen, cos i never get the call. I've never given them any reason to think i'm unreliable. Bloody hell! If one of them calls me from the border saying they've been arrested for smuggling or something, i'd be the first one in the car racing to bail them out. But even on a small scale. need a lift? call me! need cheering up? call me! hell, need to vent and fume, call me!!!

Maybe i have this all screwed around. Maybe being the good time friend is better than being the agony aunt.

Dusting off the CV

So I'm job hunting.
Again.

I hate job hunting. Especially when I have a pretty cool job as it is. The problem comes in where my pay is just short of pitiful. You have to worry when you're not earning eniugh to cover your transport to work, never mind rent and debt and oh, yes, groceries.

So I am job hunting for a part time job. I quit my last one before i went on leave cos the people were just awful! and the money really not worth it!

Anyone out there know of a pretty well paying part time job that i can do between the hours of 7pm and 1am mon to fri and all day on weekends? Really, I have no life, so working willnot be a problem!

Let me search Gumtree again.

Office Furniture

I have just sealed my fate as a workaholic.

Came into the office to get a head start on next weeks chaos and before i knew it, i missed the last train home! Its now 2am and am sitting at my desk too tired to keep working, but too wired to sleep.

Good thing i have music to keep me company.

Maybe I should start working on those Marketing Plans my boss asked for?
Really wish i had a blankie with me. Very cold, even with the heat turned up.

Ok, looks like little sister Lollipop has tagged me to reveal five things blogworld doesn't know about me. hmmm.....

1) I have the memory retention of a goldfish.
2) Until recently I had a very pathetic crush on someone. I'm over it now.
3) I miss singing along to songs while driving in my car
4) I alphabetise my cd/dvd/book collection.
5) I have the entire Terry Pratchett collection in pdf format on my computer.

Right, thats me revealed.

This past week back home was good. Dunno why Lollipop is bitching about lack of sleep, I hardly slept at all!
But, I was able to somewhat quell the voices in my head. They are now back to normal, not screaming and pushing. Maybe i should explain - I have a voice for each part of me. There's the liberal hippy, the corporate bitch, the 'Bridget Jones', the writer, the Virgo and the baby.

A typical conversation would run something like this:

The scene - I'm sitting on the train, reading NME on the way to work.
The Writer (W) - Man, I wish I could sit and write articles about music all day. I'm way better than these guys. They didn't even put The Fratellis in the top 50 albums!?!
The Corporate Bitch (CB) - Those poor journos don't earn much. Once I get this career going i'll be earning so much i don't have to worry about writing all day. Hmmm, The Kooks hit platinum status.
Briget Jones (BJ) - Oh, but that Gerard Way is hot. hmmm, so too is the guy two rows ahead of me. yummy. he probably has a girlfriend or he's gay.
CB: why are you worrying about whether he has a girlfriend. you've got work to do.
The Virgo (V) - First thing is to label all my files, then do my filing. Also need to organise my drawers at home. really should repack the book shelf and give it a good dusting. didn't i read somewhere that train seats are...ewwww
The Baby (B) - i want my bed. some hot chocolate.
BJ: A sugar daddy wouldn't be too bad either.
LH: Maybe I should just quit and go work in Switzerland as a ski instructor or move to China and study bee keeping.
CB: You'll earn far less money. And it snows.
BJ: And you don't know how to ski.
W: My Chemical Romance is only in 10th place?
BJ: But what a nice piccie of Gerard. that guy over there looks like Gerard.
V: ergh! Must disinfect hands once i get to the office.
W: wow, i have abrilliant idea for a story. once upon a time...
B: Bed, warmth, now.

So you get the idea.

this carries on all day and by the tien i went away, they were screaming at me!! But ten days and copious litres of wine later, i have quietened them. Wonder how long it will last.

The Holiday Update

Insano is back in the land of Broadband, rain, cold and apparently, tornadoes. That's right. While I was soaking up hot, humid S'Affer sun, London was hit by a real tornado! So I'm guessing its the new Kansas. hahahaha...oh forget it!

My brief holiday, in case you're even remotely interested, was on the whole pretty good. Didn't get to work on my tan, nor did i get to the beach. I did, however, keep a constant red wine induced fuzziness going the whole time I was there. I am currently awaiting my liver's resignation letter. I even manage (barely) to get some work done. Yes, I know, its not a holiday if you have to work, but let's just say my timing is not the best in the world. I am so glad to be back, though, i kissed our office wireless router as i came into the office this evening.

Spent a lot of time with my mom, hence forth to be known as Hot Momma. This is due to a unanimous decision reached at the Rabbit, that my mom was pretty hot - for a mom that is. Also hung out with The Boys.
Went ice skating on Thursday at Festival Mall. Was on such a roll until I fumbled, lost my balance and ploughed head first into the plastic barrier. Stuffed up my right knee, bashed my left arm and am sporting a rather fetching bump on my forehead. oh, yes and am mildly concussed. I totally rock!
Afterwards, I stayed on the sidelines taking photos. I prefer to have the ice rink to myself anyway.

Equal parts red wine and arnica oil got my through the night as well as a healthy dose of spasmed and neurofen. Gotta love pharmacuticals.
Also, inadvertantly, caused Cigar (one of The Boys) to be chosen to lead the conga line at Ramps to teh Locomotion. He wants to greet me by putting both arms up in the air - I take no responsibility for the timing.
Also crashed my dad's very sober reception by making a side trip and rocking up with a few bottle of champers - the ones you can drink with a straw. The expressions were priceless. Oh, and the bride had a mullet! short and teased on top with little ringlets along the bottom. EUGH!

On my flight back to London, my handbag was poulled aside by the Amsterdam Security. They had spotted a suspicious shape in my bag. As the pried and prodded, I pulled out a small gift wrapped item.
AS: Please open the package.
II: Why?
AS: Just please open it.
II: (Contemplates arguing, but scenes of pending strip search changes her mind)
I unwrapped the gift from my dad. It was a ceramic candle holder. The AS, who had moments earlier being whistling the theme tune to some western movie, swallowed his tune and allowed me on my way. I wonder what colour he would have turned had he done a more thorough search of my bag?
I never want to fly again!

Later...
So i'm on the plane ready for take off when we get told to get off as a security check had not been completed! Ten minutes later we were back on board and ready to leave. I really hate flying!

So here i am, a Sunday night, sitting in the office, trying to catch up the mountain of work that somehow piled up while i was away!

Did I get tagged for anything?

Dial up Hell

Hello All,

You may have noticed i didn't blog for two days straight (new record for me). Anyways... the reason for my absence is - I'm home! I surprised everyone here on Wednesday night when i landed at Oliver Thambo Int (sic) and went to go visit my mom at her office. She nearly collapsed! It was brilliant!

The reason for my little trip is a) I had leave and had to take it or lose it. b) My dad is gettign married tomorrow (again). So i thought, let me hop on down to SA and see all my mates and some of my family before jetting back to freezing cold, hellishly bleak England for xmas.

But SA has some set backs - home still only has dial up internet, and i'm really spoilt with wireless broadband. but here i am, blogging away.

This is a little message to all you MAC users, esp Kevin, who spent yesterday at a conference telling everyone how cool MAC is:

Cheers from Holiday Girl!