Time for a challenge?

I'm currently feeling like I need a challenge and I've spent the best part of the last few days debating whether to start my own business. It would have to be something that I could do around my current job, and definitely would have to be something I enjoy. If it becomes vaguely successful, then maybe I'll do it full time.

My first idea was about becoming a VA (Virtual Assistant). Virtual Assistance is a bit like temping doing secretarial/admin-type work, but never going into my client's premises. My home would be my work place, the client would only pay me for the work that I did, and they would never meet me...hence the 'virtual' bit. But that idea bit the dust when I remembered that I am a secretary and an office manager, and quite frankly I hate my job.

I'm not saying it's beneath me, but sometimes I feel I can be and do so much more than be chained to a photocopier for hours on end, type until my hands want to drop off, be moaned at because the office is too cold or have people blame me for their mistakes and take credit for my work.

So anyway, my business idea is to...ok, I'm still researching lol

But watch this space!

Ash on the lines

Surprised to see that Southeastern Trains didn't start using an emergency timetable due to the copious amounts of Icelandic Volanic Ash in the atmosphere...

Oh and this is why I love the Scots

I'm baaaaaack

Apologies to all my followers...ok...my one and only follower.

I would like to say the only reason I haven't posted anything lately is that I've been so busy, that I haven't had time. Truth is, while a lot has been going on, I haven't really been busy...I've been tired.

In a nut shell, the Prozac has been having to work overtime lately. While I've been doing my positivity thing, my mind still wants to remind me every now and then that it's quite delicate and will occasionally bring me back to earth with a horrible thud. It's beyond my control and my medication is up for review with my GP...hmmm...why do I think they may up my dosage??

Oh and not helping was the possibility of me having a mass on my kidney (recently given the all-clear *phew*).

Any, rambling, but I'll promise to try to be more on form in future. And not quite so sleepy.

Pregnant ignorance

I'm in a bit of a narcissistic mood today.

Probably started on the train home, when a stupid whore of a woman kept kicking my feet under the table because she wanted to stretch out, before the train journey even began. She didn't much appreciate when I kicked her back.

When somebody she knew sat next to her (I assume it was her husband or boyfriend), my journey somehow got worse. Whenever she asked him something, he would respond while inexplicably holding his hand over his mouth. Seven times he had to repeat himself before somebody else on the train shouted "For fuck sake, she can't hear you when you hold your hand over your mouth!!!!" (My hero).

He later received a text message which she wanted to see but he refused to show her. So she whined and whined and whined... Maybe I'm being ageist but I would not be surprised to hear this from a teenager or a woman in her early twenties. But these two were in their late thirties.

But anyways, by the time I got home I was in a foul mood.

I started dinner and logged onto facebook. I see a status update from one of my pregnant friends, made an hour earlier. Not usually a problem, if it weren't for the fact I texted this girl two hours before said status update. Have I received a text back? No.

I then suddenly remembered that I'm not pregnant nor have I ever been pregnant. I noticed, a while ago, one of my other friends (who has a toddler) on Facebook only ever comments on profiles belonging to those that are pregnant or have young children.

Is there some rule that means that being childless means you have to be ignored? That you're not worthy of a reply?

I know pregnancy is a big deal, life altering blah blah blah. But how hard is it to type a text? I take it I wouldn't be ignored if I was to send her a gift for the new addition?

Amusingness

Walking around Tesco the other night, I found myself sharing TrumpetBum's amusingness at the words "Nut Cutlets".

I also seem to be highly amused by the words "Strudel" and "Rump".

Food theme maybe? (Hopefully?)

Mortifying flattery

Today I walked past an off licence where there was some fat ugly old drunk sitting outside. As I went past him, he whistled and winked at me.

I didn't know know whether to be flattered or mortified. So I ended up being both.

Deliberate insult?

Yesterday I was thinking about some things that people have said to me and questioned whether they were deliberately insulting me or not

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I was discussing chest infections, colds etc with TrumpetBum's Grandmother a couple of months ago and she asked me "Do you get chest colds often? You wear a lot of low cut tops, don't you?"

I'd like to think this one was innocent.

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A couple of years ago I attended a wedding of a friend (L) and a few weeks another friend of mine (S) and I were shopping when we bumped into another mutual friend (G). G had not been able to attend the wedding but had seen the photos on the photographer's website. "I loved the photos", she then turned to my friend S and said "You looked fantastic".

That one still stings.