Sunday, 21 April 2013

A delete button moment

I remember after I got offered my job, I had to go to a training day/morning. It would be fine I thought, so I went. I turned up, wearing smart-ish clothes, smiled and tried to look ready to learn. The day itself was ok, we learnt about procedures, how to use the systems properly, and I met some genuinely nice people.

All was well, until we stopped for a tea break.

Everyone was asked if they wanted tea or coffee, and there were about eight or so people. A lady came and took the list of tea/coffees, and when she came back, they were on a trolley, sort of like ones you'd see in the aeroplane, silver and shiny, with tea on the top and coffee at the bottom. We were told to help ourselves, and so I grabbed a mug and put it in front of me, gave it a stir and waited for it to cool a bit. I didn't want to gulp down hot liquid and burn my throat!

After a while, about a minute later, someone announced that they couldn't find their tea, because there was only a coffee left, and I thought hmm, how weird, maybe they took the orders wrong. Plus, really, I wouldn't complain, at least we were getting tea and coffee offered AND made for us. And then I went to take a sip, mixing it again, and realising that it was in fact a tea, and I may have ordered coffee.....

Being naive and totally stupid, I sort of said, "oh, I think I may have picked up the wrong mug". And EVERYONE stared. That was it, I was, officially, the stupidest person in the room. Man, I felt stupid! Why couldn't I have just silently sipped the other lady's tea? But no, instead I had to be honest, and blurt out that I had taken the wrong mug.

Luckily, the lady in charge was quite nice, and she quickly said, "oh not worry, we can make another one." I was going to say that I hadn't actually drank the tea yet, only mixed it, but gladly, I kept my mouth shut.

Awkward! Where is that delete button when you need it?

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Quit staring!

Ok, so we all hate that feeling of knowing that people are staring us, and it's worse when you're one of only people that think that. It's like when you're out with friends and someone keeps staring at you. You tell a friend, and they haven't noticed, but it's true! There really is someone staring, and you can feel it. That thought goes round and round in your head, until you eventually confront the person, scream, shout, stamp your feet and demand to know what they are staring at and why....well, not quite, but you get the point.

You keep thinking and wondering why you get stared at. Is your jacket ok, are your jeans too tight/loose? Has your eye makeup smudged? Is there a mark on your face? Hows your hair? Ugh, the list goes on, and on, and on.

Life would be so much easier if people just approached us the way Joey Tribbiani from Friends would - 'How you doin?' If only that really worked, well actually it could.

Note to self: test Joey's method!

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Blame it on the Bombay Duck

So there was this funny smell in the house a few weeks ago, and it was really really bad. It was a fishy, compost like smell, seriously strong! Disgusting!

I spent about an hour trying to figure out where the smell was coming from, because every room smelt, but it was strongest in the kitchen, and then mum and dad told me their theories. They had decided that it was the dried Bombay Duck that my gran recently acquired. Then, after doing some more investigating, dad also thought it could have been the plant pot in the kitchen, as my gran often used it as a compost bin, as well as a plant pot.

So we all carried on, wondering and looking for the actual cause of the smell, and managed to get on with our day. It was only later when I saw my grandad, and he said; ' it really does smell doesn't it. I didn't think the compost I put out would smell that bad'.

Ping! There it was. After a good few hours of blaming the Bombay Duck, it turns out that the conservatory/green house like thing next to the kitchen had some brand spanking new compost! And boy did it reek!

Saturday, 6 April 2013

Remember what?

You know when you are trying to do something, but there are too many distractions? On the right, there is someone trying to talk to you, and then across the room, some guy has sat on the floor, deciding to dismantle shelves (I did see that really happen). People keep talking too loudly, coming to ask you questions, and all you can think is, ‘I have to remember this, I have to remember this, I have to remember this’. After ten minutes of telling yourself you have to remember, you forget exactly what you have to remember, but you do remember that you have to remember something! It’s one of the worst feelings in the world, knowing you should know something, but just not remembering what!

It’s like one of those movie moments, where a character will just stand still and look around, and then you see what’s happening, with some upbeat, or not upbeat music, - depending on the whatever mood that’s trying to be set. Sometimes, its hope, or fear, realisation, love, but mostly for me, it’s a feeling of....dropping my sholders, and a feeling of ‘ugggghhh! Why can't I remember?'
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