mum's the word

Lately I've done or said something that reminds me of my mum.

Sometimes this makes me smile.

Other times this makes me scared.

hunt

applying for jobs even though I'm not entirely dissatisfied with this one yet.

a pay rise would be nice though.

because going off my diet means i can now eat whatever the hell i want

messy

One of the hardest aspects of my job is dealing with mortality. I'm not talking about the medical profession - watching patients die, or trying to prevent it - but the historical aspect of war.

I'll play PS games, such as Medal of Honor, and try to kill off as much of the enemy as I can to complete my mission. Then come Monday I have to read and edit the stories of those that were actually there.

They weren't playing with simulators or 3D action games - they were there. Real blood, real screams, real pain.

And I get to read and censor their innermost thoughts of what really went on. There was no score board. There were no bonus points. Just a brutal bloody mess that they try to leave behind and that we reconstruct as entertainment.

Welcome to the Ice Box

Dear Building Maintenance Manager,

As you are most likely aware, it is around 35 degrees outside, and thus we should be eternally grateful we inhabit this wonderful air-conditioned building eight hours a day. Especially those on the first floor who must really be feeling the heat and have requested that the air conditioning be turned up.

Now that the first floor occupants are blissfully conformable, I would like to alert you to the fact that IT IS FUCKING FREEZING UP HERE on the third floor. I have been scavenging through the lost and found in the hope I may find a sherpa coat or similar. I have also put in an office supplies requisition for more tissues, as these are currently in short supply.

I would like to request that the temperature be adjusted to something that reflects "normal" office conditions. The first floor people aren’t even there right now as, while I press myself against the double glazed windows in the hope that I may feel some of that 35 degree warmth from outside, I can see the first floor people drinking icy cold beers in the pub next door.

In conclusion, please turn the aircon down before I take someone’s eyes out with my snap-frozen nipples.

Regards
Michelle

bidding wars

Bidding on eBay is a cut-throat business. The addiction is paralysing from the waist down. And the second you look away a foot will appear from thin air, tripping you up a nose away from the finish line. And the spoils of war go to the other side.

trailer trash

Public displays of domestic disputes are not a good look.