Leisurely morning stuff
Mar. 19th, 2003 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeI have the day off. This is a good thing. Of course, working Saturday is *not* a good thing, since I really don't want to miss Marz' play. Am working on finding a solution to that as quickly as possible.
Hopefully someone will want to swap with me, or maybe I can get the day off with no pay or something.
I was up at 7am this morning, semi-voluntarily. I have begun disliking getting up really late, as I feel I'm mostly wasting the day. I like sleeping in, but somehow I get the feeling that I'm missing out on a number of conscious hours that could be put to other (but not necessarily better) uses.
So when I woke up at 7am, instead of rolling over and going back to sleep, I decided to remain awake, and pulled out the copy of "Orlando" that I've been reading.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
griffen, if you still actually read this LJ, this is a book that I think you'd really like. I haven't finished it yet, so I can't tell you if there are unpleasant surprises at the end (will let you know if there are), but it's about a poet (of sorts) who lives through several centuries. The original part is that Orlando, the title character, lives out the first thirty years of his life as a man, and then becomes a woman for the rest of his/her life. It's by Virginia Woolf, which makes it even better, IMNSHO. ;)
Am now dressed in my ratty pajamas and the cosy slippers Poms gave me just before the debacle in January (hey, they're cosy) and listening to the Beatles, perusing LiveJournal and nibbling on toast with Nutella. Am considering tea. Life is good today.
If all goes well and no one is too busy, I may have lunch withfearsclave and firewillow. I haven't seen either of them since last Wednesday. Come to think of it, I haven't seen any of my friends since last Wednesday. I'm such a hermit. *facedesk*
Since I have at least two and a half hours before I have to be anywhere (supposing lunch actually happens), I think I'll wash my hair and perhaps tidy up the apartment a bit. It's in a state of untidiness that makes it rather unfit to have my mother over for tea later, which is the plan. She just got back from China yesterday, her presentation having been fubarred by incompetent nincompoops, and sick as a dog with what appears to be the same cold/flu bug o' death that felled me last week. As usual, it's affected her a lot worse because she's older, not in as good health, and a chain smoker to boot.
I had an evaluation of my calls at work yesterday, and got 84%, which isn't bad considering I was dealing with an irate Torontonian who wanted me to deactivate his phone line right then and there. I didn't get a higher grade because, I swear this is true, I didn't "sound confident enough" with the client on the phone, and because, despite the fact that I asked the client several times whether he was satisfied with my explanations, I didn't ask him at the right point in the call. *sigh* You can't win with these people.
On the plus side, it does mean that my stay in the purgatory that is the staging area of Customer Service may well be coming to an end. I certainly hope so, as all I want to do is get the hell out of that department altogether. As soon as I've finished my six months (which will be in June, IIRC), I'm going to apply to transfer to a different department. In fact, even if it's the clerical department, I don't care. The clerical department may be mind-numbingly boring, but at least I won't have to deal with surly clients and impossible objectives all day long.
Wow. It's nearly ten o'clock. Can't believe I've already been up for nearly three hours. I'm not even up that early on days when I have to go to work. Carpe diem, I guess.
Hopefully someone will want to swap with me, or maybe I can get the day off with no pay or something.
I was up at 7am this morning, semi-voluntarily. I have begun disliking getting up really late, as I feel I'm mostly wasting the day. I like sleeping in, but somehow I get the feeling that I'm missing out on a number of conscious hours that could be put to other (but not necessarily better) uses.
So when I woke up at 7am, instead of rolling over and going back to sleep, I decided to remain awake, and pulled out the copy of "Orlando" that I've been reading.
griffen, if you still actually read this LJ, this is a book that I think you'd really like. I haven't finished it yet, so I can't tell you if there are unpleasant surprises at the end (will let you know if there are), but it's about a poet (of sorts) who lives through several centuries. The original part is that Orlando, the title character, lives out the first thirty years of his life as a man, and then becomes a woman for the rest of his/her life. It's by Virginia Woolf, which makes it even better, IMNSHO. ;)Am now dressed in my ratty pajamas and the cosy slippers Poms gave me just before the debacle in January (hey, they're cosy) and listening to the Beatles, perusing LiveJournal and nibbling on toast with Nutella. Am considering tea. Life is good today.
If all goes well and no one is too busy, I may have lunch with
fearsclave and firewillow. I haven't seen either of them since last Wednesday. Come to think of it, I haven't seen any of my friends since last Wednesday. I'm such a hermit. *facedesk*Since I have at least two and a half hours before I have to be anywhere (supposing lunch actually happens), I think I'll wash my hair and perhaps tidy up the apartment a bit. It's in a state of untidiness that makes it rather unfit to have my mother over for tea later, which is the plan. She just got back from China yesterday, her presentation having been fubarred by incompetent nincompoops, and sick as a dog with what appears to be the same cold/flu bug o' death that felled me last week. As usual, it's affected her a lot worse because she's older, not in as good health, and a chain smoker to boot.
I had an evaluation of my calls at work yesterday, and got 84%, which isn't bad considering I was dealing with an irate Torontonian who wanted me to deactivate his phone line right then and there. I didn't get a higher grade because, I swear this is true, I didn't "sound confident enough" with the client on the phone, and because, despite the fact that I asked the client several times whether he was satisfied with my explanations, I didn't ask him at the right point in the call. *sigh* You can't win with these people.
On the plus side, it does mean that my stay in the purgatory that is the staging area of Customer Service may well be coming to an end. I certainly hope so, as all I want to do is get the hell out of that department altogether. As soon as I've finished my six months (which will be in June, IIRC), I'm going to apply to transfer to a different department. In fact, even if it's the clerical department, I don't care. The clerical department may be mind-numbingly boring, but at least I won't have to deal with surly clients and impossible objectives all day long.
Wow. It's nearly ten o'clock. Can't believe I've already been up for nearly three hours. I'm not even up that early on days when I have to go to work. Carpe diem, I guess.
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Date: 2003-03-19 06:49 am (UTC)Um, er?
You're on my friends list, so of COURSE I still read it....
*looks rather confused*
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Date: 2003-03-19 06:50 am (UTC)It was a comment I threw out but didn't actually mean. My bad, and I apologise.
*hugs?*
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Date: 2003-03-19 12:35 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-03-19 12:38 pm (UTC)Who directed/starred etc?
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Date: 2003-03-19 03:00 pm (UTC)Um. I suppose IMDB would be sensible... *huntyhunt*
Yep. http://us.imdb.com/Title?0107756
Ooooo! I never realised that! The original music is composed by David Bedford, who taught the experimental music course I took at the University of York when I was at school, and Fred Frith of Henry Cow - who just happens to be my ex-headmaster's son. Small bloody world, eh?