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[May. 31st, 2008|10:37 pm] |
So here I am again proving that I have forgotten everythingI ever knew about live journals. I am not at all sure I like this since all the boxes around here are invisible to me!
And now I can'tthink of anything to say! Typical!
Spelling is optional, I let my fingers choose what letters to put down. I like to be inovetive. There us a spelling button somewhere round here but I may not remember it or be able to see it,. Life is one big adventure, thqt or I bored myself to death and diddn't notice.
How do I get paragrsphs?
Still no idea and Zan's a blank too I will have to experiment later.
So Dawn if you are reading this HI, I've still got the block on HP 3 and 4 is not moving so fast now I can see the end of the plot in sight or thought I could until this morning. I think I need someone to bounce ideas against. I may post bits here for feedback if I get desperate.
"Are you now or have you ever been a Death Eater Mr Malfoy?"
answers on a post card to Countess Axylides @ The Dower House, Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire.
Thought for the day: Screaming does not help.
Thought for the week: "No Auror Moody, there are no dungeons in the Manor, that is the wine celler. We keep select beverages and irritating House Elves down there." |
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[Oct. 4th, 2005|09:09 pm] |
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ping! and the entre entry vanished. I am not in the mood to do this all again! Say after me: I hate windows!" |
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[Jul. 27th, 2005|05:32 pm] |
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I get so mad here. I've been loking at the LAMP and learning and development sites and can find nothing at all that I can even try to go for since I am not management.Everythng is geared for EO and above. I have tgrouble beng noticed at all. I'm so damned invisible I'm not even noticed when I'm not here. There has been another promtion excersie which I can'y go for, same reason, sick record. That isn'y suposed to mmjatter, at least not initially, but ne is suposed to show recent proof of attaining the core values. I can't because I wasn't here, and why wasn't I hee, because this lace is so damn frustrating. Three years back my line m anager assured me that I could not use examples taken from none work situations to show myself caable of performing adequately to be cnsidered for promotion. Now I discover that was a load of bull, since that would mean people from outside the organisation would not be alowed to apply. Thwey keep changing the rules and the goal posts on me. I'm begining t think it's deliberate. Like not being told there were promotion boards happening because I was nt at work at the time, and nw I find out that ones line manage is suposed to tell ne about exactly that sort of thing as part of the keepng in touch stuff. Of course invisible me didn't get kept in touch with. Four letters and two visits to tel me I was facing disciplinary action for unacceptable levels of attendance in 28 months is hardly keeping in tuch is it, especially when I now know the code says action should be taken after 14 days and contact or preferably a visit should be made by the line manager after 28 days. Growl. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2005|05:06 pm] |
Boomb! I d hope everyone is alright. It's been an odd day all round. Recruitment day one. ~Very exciting and me half asleep, I was just waking up when it was all over, and now I have nothing much to do till stats day, except chasing up the LM's for stats. I could sleep for a week. I wonder when something eciting but nice will happen. I must get a life style!
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[Jul. 4th, 2005|09:32 pm] |
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It's Monday again and I am convinced someone pinched a chunk of my weekend. Everything gets scatty on Mondays, well on workdays actually, I'm not trying to kid myself about anything here. My short term memory is playing havoc with my day. Excel spreadsheets are too long and have too many lines; my eyes boggle and trying to read them and keep track of where you are via a magnification bar is no help either. So I had this brainwave, I took a print-off, and guess what, something that totaly fills three times my 22" screen printed out at ten inches by two! Even under my clearview bright scanner it was a mere ten point and unreadable. Talk about scrunch and bleed! I asked my non- visually handicapped colleague June to take a look at it and maybe transcribe some of it for me and she said: "Oh my god, that does your head in. It makes my eyes hurt just looking at it. Put it under your... oh, right, maybe we should ask Sian...." and she went home rubbing her eyes. The stats aren't hard, it's getting them out of the EO's to start with and then having to deal with line after line of tiny wee spaces, and when I use the tab keys the lines jump up and down so I lose my place. Please god look kindly on your poor human slave and bring back paper. I could run a ruler along the line if it was paper.
I really ought to be writing something productive, only I'm stuck in Russia at the moment and have no idea where things are going. I don't know anything about the Russian Mafia or how Wizards would behave there. I have this mental image of Malfoy stuck with a Dumbledore firebird type thing on his shoulder and not being able to get rid of it. Looks real cool in the local pub equivalant, but 'why?' is the relevant question. They are fifty miles - or should that be kilometres - from St Petersburg in a village surrounded entirely by snow and Malfoy has problems with the cold at the best of times. Voldemort is in a suspiciously good mood and back at the school I have scenes of violence and bigotry to write and I really can't face them, especially as I personally do not see the point, I mean why would either or both of Harry and Draco get bullied just for being an item? I know it happened, but I don't understand why. How can I write that kind of feeling well if I don't understand it? Stop watching from the back of my skull, you creep, Mer, and explain it to me so I can get past it and finish this piece of epic rubbish.
My right hand is itching, does that bode good or am I just shedding again?
Diddimus is shedding again this week, it's only Monday and already we have had two dead things delivered to not just the door but the studio. If I get one more "Wake up Mommy, I brung you a pressi but its batteries have all gone flat" I may just emigrate to somewhere sane. Norway or Finland, somewhere cool where they don't live entirely on fish.
Still no idea what to do about Russia. Come on brain, get going on the inspirational creativity thing. It's what you're supposed to be, an ideas person. Pity it never caught on. Zan says when in doubt have someone walk in waving a gun around. In this case that would be a wand. I think I'll make it a teenage girl carrying a tray of tea and a samovar. Crash. Now what can Remus and Lucius be doing to ... oh right. Bugger! Now I'll have to go and write it. I blame Marion for this.
Why don't I have anything interesting to write in a journal? Had lunch, bought tickets to the opera, flew to Geneava to play in the fountain. Had supper and went moh hunting. Helped get an elephant inside Exeter museum... well, I've done that, years ago. Please officer, can I come in and lume my frisbee on your fluorescent light? I had a life once. Are you listening to me feet? You wait till I get you to Glastonbury again, snow or no snow you will be dunked. I wonder if I could actually type anything serious with my eyes shut. I'm supposed to be a touch typist only that fell by the wayside years back and I never use my little fingers anyway, they protest too much, like playing the violin. If my eyes didn't ache so much maybe I could get on with some real writing? Hum, and that brings me full circle back to the eyeball-scraping insanity of the Excel spreadsheets. All my life is a circle. Queue for a song. One at a time please and no pushing. |
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