In which I write some letters
Jul. 7th, 2011 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
selenayDear Mum,
Saturday is, sadly, going to be miserable weather and so our daytrip to the city (with yummy lunch) is going to be postponed. After all, it's not much fun having a long wander when you're soaked.
When I suggested tea and books as an alternative plan, I meant that we should have a nice, quiet, relaxing day at home after our usual Saturday chores. You know, a fun plan that makes up a bit for the lack of yummy lunch and city visiting.
That does not mean that I want to spend my day sorting through my wardrobe, de-frosting the freezer and re-painting the trim on half the doors in the house. Somehow, this does not equal a nice relaxing day. And it is certainly not fun. It sounds like rather a lot of work, in fact.
Love,
Me
Dear body,
Why can you not just do what you're supposed to? I am so over the blood loss thing now. Just respond to the damn steroids already, won't you?
No love,
Me
In other news, the Tour de France is proving both terrifying and totally thrilling. I approve.
Also, as a result of a meeting yesterday that I emerged from shell-shocked and horrified, there is now chocolate (a Wispa) in my desk drawer as an emergency remedy for future meetings on Project Doom. It was indeed rather like being confronted by Dementors. Except I can't produce a Patronus to protect myself, which I'm starting to think would be a handy trick *shudders*
ETA: Um, OK, so apparently my selfless devotion to the work insanity is paying off. Despite everything that's happened over the last six months, I was given a promotion and payrise today. You have no idea how pleased this makes me :-D
Saturday is, sadly, going to be miserable weather and so our daytrip to the city (with yummy lunch) is going to be postponed. After all, it's not much fun having a long wander when you're soaked.
When I suggested tea and books as an alternative plan, I meant that we should have a nice, quiet, relaxing day at home after our usual Saturday chores. You know, a fun plan that makes up a bit for the lack of yummy lunch and city visiting.
That does not mean that I want to spend my day sorting through my wardrobe, de-frosting the freezer and re-painting the trim on half the doors in the house. Somehow, this does not equal a nice relaxing day. And it is certainly not fun. It sounds like rather a lot of work, in fact.
Love,
Me
Dear body,
Why can you not just do what you're supposed to? I am so over the blood loss thing now. Just respond to the damn steroids already, won't you?
No love,
Me
In other news, the Tour de France is proving both terrifying and totally thrilling. I approve.
Also, as a result of a meeting yesterday that I emerged from shell-shocked and horrified, there is now chocolate (a Wispa) in my desk drawer as an emergency remedy for future meetings on Project Doom. It was indeed rather like being confronted by Dementors. Except I can't produce a Patronus to protect myself, which I'm starting to think would be a handy trick *shudders*
ETA: Um, OK, so apparently my selfless devotion to the work insanity is paying off. Despite everything that's happened over the last six months, I was given a promotion and payrise today. You have no idea how pleased this makes me :-D
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Date: 2011-07-08 06:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-08 06:21 am (UTC)Well done on the promotion & pay, apparently they do recognise talent and dedication which is always nice.
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Date: 2011-07-09 09:32 pm (UTC)Thank you :-) It's nice to be at a place where they express their appreciation in the form of promotions and raises, rather than throwing things at my head.
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Date: 2011-07-08 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-09 09:33 pm (UTC)I've got a long, long meeting on Wednesday that I know will be a total nightmare so that chocolate is definitely going to be needed this week.