Tuesday, 24 June 2008
"THE ONE WHERE I . . ." ("FRIENDS" EPISODES THAT WILL NEVER MAKE IT TO TV)
. . .realise I have a definite tendency to reveal way too much about myself.
Colleague: Hi P, how are you?
Me: Yeah, I'm okay I suppose. But - I think I might be allergic to my thong . . .
. . . have a virtual nervous breakdown over what I'm meant to do with my expense claim after my boss's boss approves it.
I actually think the only way to stop me panicking over stupid things in work would be to make everyone wear t-shirts with their name in massive writing on them, and give me a floor plan showing everyone's desk in the place, where the invoice tray is exactly, who I need to speak to about every related subject and what exactly I'm allowed to claim for.
And I'd probably still get it wrong . . .
. . . have one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had
I witnessed Susan Kennedy from "Neighbours" getting shot at close range (I have no idea why!) and cowardly ran away - I think I thought I was in the soap opera at first then I realised it was real life. Then I went to someone's house to look after their kid while the killer was on the loose and ended up locked in the kid's room while someone, who I assume was the killer, prowled around the house. I woke up freaking terrified!
Do you think this means I secretly want to be a soap opera actor?
...start to wonder if my water-and-green-tea drinkathon is futile.
My skin is actually worse instead of better. I know everyone says the toxins have to come out first but how many toxins do I bloody have inside me??? Plus everytime I go to the loo, I feel like it lasts for hours (too much information, I know!) This is not productive use of my time. On the upside, I spend so much drinking water while in the office, I barely have time to think about food, let alone eat it. So guess that's a good thing . . .
. . . am still feeling a tad rejected.
Five days now and still no word. Oh well. That's life and all that (and especially true of mine!) but it's a shame - I could have used a little harmless email flirtation with a cute boy. And damn, he was cute . . .
LIKE CHELE SAID IN HER COMMENT ON MY LAST POST, I THINK IT'S TIME FOR CHEER-ME-UP-TUESDAY . . .