A Day Off…
Posted 24 November 2009on:
must get myself together
put on my face
brace myself against the weather
got this day free
well not so much
it’s still costing me
we’re not that busy
can’t spend it shopping
a day off and I’m broke
© ann raven 2009
You’d think I’d be pleased to be told to take the day off, but I feel at a bit of a loss. It wouldn’t seem so bad if I was really given a day off, but I will have to make it up or lose the pay. It’s circumstances and the fact that my colleague and I are too darn efficient. I often tell her to exercise Parkinson’s Law, but she works like speedy gonzales. Mind, I don’t really like to be in my office with nothing to do and my boss likes even less paying me to do nothing, but over the last couple of weeks I’ve found lotsa little extras to do that we don’t normally have time for and done myself out of working today. Ironically you would think this means I may soon be unemployed (and at my age unemployable) but I actually think my job is fairly safe – for now!
So, you’d think a whole day to do as I please (well half-day now – I’ve just finished my book – more of that another time) would be a bonus. The truth is I work and operate best under pressure. Today I am so not in the right frame of mind to be creative, although I quickly threw out the verse above, and I don’t feel like cooking or cleaning. However, I did surf the net for properties.
I viewed a ground floor apartment the other day – about ten/fifteen minute walk from Jamie and Lucy. It had a nice kitchen, two nice bathrooms, two good sized bedrooms that needed ripping out, so far so good, until the living room – it wasn’t big enough. I told the agent out right, not wanting to waste anyone’s time. I do fancy an apartment, at least I think I do. A fairly modern block would be okay, but I like the idea of a Victorian or Edwardian conversion. Those houses are full of character, the rooms are bigger and airier (is there such a word) and it will be worlds away from the square box I live in now, although this house has served me well.
If I do find something, or if J & L find something and I end up buying their gorgeous garden flat, I won’t sell this house. I’ll probably let it, get an income to cover costs plus some, and if I’m not happy with moving away from here, I could still come back.
Jedward are out – halleluyah. At last they performed with no tricks, just them and a microphone and yes, what we all thought was confirmed, they can’t sing. I still wish them well and think there’s a glittering future in store for them. Shock horror Olly was down there with them, when it should have been Lloyd, who also cannot sing… maybe not as bad as the twins, but nowhere near as good as the others. Thank goodness Danni didn’t chicken out and go for the public vote – she stuck with her guns that it is a singing competition and that is how she has judged it every week.
So – who to win? Joe and Stacey have the best vocals. Olly knows how to wow the audience and Danyl… not sure what to make of him; I think he’s gorgeous, I love his performances, but what’s with the judges and the media always putting him down. He’s luvverly.
I don’t think I’m going to Israel for Channukah… it’s a shame, I really wanted to see the children and give them presies, but I’ll best say no more – guess I’ll have to wait till February!
Rachel and I are planning a trip to the big apple next year – just the two of us – mother and daughter, so that should be fun. She wants to book it sooner than later, which is rather odd since we never like to plan our lives so far ahead. Can anyone recommend a good hotel?
I love NCIS – and now I love NCIS Los Angeles. Recently Rach and I caught the first episode and she kept saying isn’t that Chris O’Donnell, you know Robin. Chris O’Donnell, who he? Me not looking at Mr O’Donnell – me looking at the super-uber-cool LL Cool J – Ladies Love Cool James – oh boy! Yeah, this is how I spent some of my day off, surfing youtube.