Fat Face Incident

I saw some interesting items in the Sale . I took them to the fitting room. Then a male shop assistant knocked on the fitting room door asking if I was okay.

I replied: ‘I am okay, thanks’

I went out and the male assistant was there asking if I was okay which I said yes, thanks.

I tried on some trainers and the same male shop assistant approached me and asked again are you okay?

And I replied: ‘Your personalised service is very impressive but to tell you the truth you are now scaring me. And Yes I am okay’.

He apologised and backed off.

I am not sure if the OTT approach is what Fat Face means by their philosophy of Life is out there, make the most of it.

I went to the till and paid for a nice sweatshirt.

Cheesed Off

Irritated and annoyed; fuming and livid --- someone who should remain unnamed..

THAT IS IT REALLY!!!!!!!!!!!

“Pain…

is only beautiful when one can rise from it's depressing power.”

Happy birthday daddy. That 'beauty' is still elusive.

The pain is still piercing and cutting. The shed tears are still fresh but I promise to let go and I promise to move on. But I can’t promise it will be soon.

Uncomfortable Viewing

French Open 2008 - everything went horribly wrong for Federer - so many errors. Nadal is relentless and unstoppable. Just an hour and 48 minutes Nadal is serving for match point. That is it really. 6-1; 6-3; 6-0.

I can't believe what I've just seen. Nadal demolished Federer. Nadal went from strength to strength. Crushing defeat for Federer!!!

Guilty Pleasure/s

I discovered some of the books I read when I first arrived in the UK. Hmm, romances – my guilty pleasures I suppose. Someone wrote that these materials are like chocolates – dark, indulgent and easy. I agree. These books had served their purpose then – so let me leaf through them again.

Telephone Marathon

The office has not heard confirmation from 23 students regarding their transfer. The deadline is looming. We need numbers. We need students. Desperate measures for desperate times.

So what is the desperate measure – ring the students.

I dread this. I really do. I dread the 20 seconds wait when the phone starts ringing – will I be talking to a messaging service or will the person pick the phone? Either way the dread stays.

In my mind I rehearse what to say and how to say it. This does not work all the time though. I freeze and I start hearing myself saying blah, blah, and blah. Memories when I did a temping stint at the conference and tourism office of the University came rushing back. I was manning (‘womaning’ if you insist) the phone. It was my baptism of fire

This has to be done.

I spoke to 12 machines and 11 people (students are people :-).

And after 2 agonising hours it was done.

Oh What A Day

Dazed and lost I switched off my alarm. Stared in space. Went down. Opened curtains. Switched on kettle and debated whether to have a green tea or coffee (I should have taken coffee to perk me up). Ignored morning television. Watered plants. Showered and changed and debated whether to layer clothes (cold outside) or to wear summer clothes (sun coming out). I should have layered my clothes.

Arrived office. Cheery good mornings and hellos. Switched on computer and checked emails and phone messages. Replied emails, typed and filed and worked and laboured and get bored.

And it is only 11.40.