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Thursday, 26 April 2007
In at the deep end!
So after a rather long road of job hunting...I finally got offered a new role!!!
After a few weeks off - and many lovely lie ins - I embarked on a new journey on Monday - and boy do I have lots to learn!!!
I woke on Monday and put on my freshly pressed suit - after working in a company that operated a casual dress policy I felt a bit like I was putting on my new school uniform (no comments boys) ready to go to big school. Will the big kids like me? Will they steal my lunch money or make me undergo some weird initiative training to test me? Luckily none of the above occured but I was so nervous as I walked into my new office for the first time. I had to do the usual introductions;
"Hello, I'm Polly Tronic and I'm an alcoholic"
Oops, wrong meeting!!!!
Anyway, the rest of the week has passed in a blur - I've gone "HUH" alot and stared blankly at lots of people. I've said "I'm sorry, can you just run through that again" quite a lot and I've come home most evenings thinking 'oh dear lord, what have I done' but on a whole all is going well and despite the above, I'm feeling positive!
But it dawned on me...how long in a new role do you have to be on your best behaviour for? A week? A month? The whole duration of your employment? Anyone who has ever worked with me (and you all know who you are because the majority of you are now close friends, drinking partners, confidants and general all round rocks) knows that I'm pretty much the same in and out of work - although a little more responsible and occasionally sensible in the office...sometimes!
I've always been ambitious, always wanted the best I can get and wanted to offer the best I can but over the last 6 months I kind of lost my way. I was in a job that wasn't inspiring me, I let a few personal issues cloud my efficiency and I was basically bored. My work was no longer stimulating and it posed no challenge so to be faced with this incredibly steep learning curve is actually a huge positive in my life. I miss the people I worked with of course - some much more than others - and I miss my 'celebrity gossip' mate - who has also been my shoulder to cry on, moan on,laugh on, bitch on......etc etc but I'm hoping I'll find that in my new place - I'm a strong believer in building strong working relationships - work has to be enjoyable and fun as well as productive!!! Its true that you spent more time at work than you do with your friends, family or other halves - you just don't have to wash your colleagues socks or remind them to put the bin out!
So I need to join the tea rota, I must remember who takes it decaf, no sugar - who takes the full fat with 3 sugars and who just drinks tea and coffee every 20 minutes so needs their drip feeding every time you walk past the kettle - like I said, so much to learn!
'Workin' 9 to 5,
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
If you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I
Would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead
But the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me'
After a few weeks off - and many lovely lie ins - I embarked on a new journey on Monday - and boy do I have lots to learn!!!
I woke on Monday and put on my freshly pressed suit - after working in a company that operated a casual dress policy I felt a bit like I was putting on my new school uniform (no comments boys) ready to go to big school. Will the big kids like me? Will they steal my lunch money or make me undergo some weird initiative training to test me? Luckily none of the above occured but I was so nervous as I walked into my new office for the first time. I had to do the usual introductions;
"Hello, I'm Polly Tronic and I'm an alcoholic"
Oops, wrong meeting!!!!
Anyway, the rest of the week has passed in a blur - I've gone "HUH" alot and stared blankly at lots of people. I've said "I'm sorry, can you just run through that again" quite a lot and I've come home most evenings thinking 'oh dear lord, what have I done' but on a whole all is going well and despite the above, I'm feeling positive!
But it dawned on me...how long in a new role do you have to be on your best behaviour for? A week? A month? The whole duration of your employment? Anyone who has ever worked with me (and you all know who you are because the majority of you are now close friends, drinking partners, confidants and general all round rocks) knows that I'm pretty much the same in and out of work - although a little more responsible and occasionally sensible in the office...sometimes!
I've always been ambitious, always wanted the best I can get and wanted to offer the best I can but over the last 6 months I kind of lost my way. I was in a job that wasn't inspiring me, I let a few personal issues cloud my efficiency and I was basically bored. My work was no longer stimulating and it posed no challenge so to be faced with this incredibly steep learning curve is actually a huge positive in my life. I miss the people I worked with of course - some much more than others - and I miss my 'celebrity gossip' mate - who has also been my shoulder to cry on, moan on,laugh on, bitch on......etc etc but I'm hoping I'll find that in my new place - I'm a strong believer in building strong working relationships - work has to be enjoyable and fun as well as productive!!! Its true that you spent more time at work than you do with your friends, family or other halves - you just don't have to wash your colleagues socks or remind them to put the bin out!
So I need to join the tea rota, I must remember who takes it decaf, no sugar - who takes the full fat with 3 sugars and who just drinks tea and coffee every 20 minutes so needs their drip feeding every time you walk past the kettle - like I said, so much to learn!
'Workin' 9 to 5,
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
If you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I
Would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead
But the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me'
Friday, 13 April 2007
Me, Me, Me!!!!
Well I do apologise for not having written for well over a week - I've been having an E number frenzy since lent finished on Easter Sunday!!!!
Actually, I've not JUST been sat stuffing my face with Haribos and mini eggs (although I admit a large portion of this week has been dedicated to just that!), I've also started 'Operation Job Hunt'. I've been attending interviews and searching the job sites for the elusive perfect job and so far its looking good.
Now most people get incredibly stressed about interviews, they can't sleep the night before, they get the shakes through nerves and they can't string a sentence together, and although I understand that it can be a nervous experience, the only thing I've gotten that worked up about was my driving test (all 3 of them) - and that's just because I was a terrible driver! Interviews however don't faze me in the slightest, in fact if I'm totally honest, I quite enjoy them, after all I get to talk about my favourite subject................ME!
There's not a single question anyone could ask me about myself that I wouldn't know - and since I'm a natural chatterbox that often struggles to actually STOP talking, I quite relish the experience. I'll always remember my interview for university when my course leader said
"You'll make a great student here.....as long as we can shut you up for long enough"
What a cheek!
Now imagine my shock when I was called to an interview and I found out that it was going to be a group interview - and it was going to last for 5 hours!!!! Even I can't talk about myself for 5 whole hours - well I probably could but even I need to take a breathe from time to time!
So I arrive at the interview venue nice and early so I can suss out the competition. Nothing to be too frightened about but certainly some strong contenders - and to be honest, I got on with them all which makes it harder when your all fighting for the same thing!!! We got handed a timetable for the day and at that point I actually experienced nerves. It was like being back at school - spelling and grammar tests, psychometric testing, preparing proposals and doing presentations! There was a moment when I thought 'its not too late to run to the toilet and escape out of the window' but I thought 'what the hell, lets just get on with this'.
As it happened it wasn't as daunting as I thought it'd be and they threw in a free dinner so I was happy! And luckily I got called back to the next stage - a normal interview where I can talk about myself to my hearts content!!!
"So Polly, tell us about yourself.............."
"Well, where do I begin................."!!!!
Actually, I've not JUST been sat stuffing my face with Haribos and mini eggs (although I admit a large portion of this week has been dedicated to just that!), I've also started 'Operation Job Hunt'. I've been attending interviews and searching the job sites for the elusive perfect job and so far its looking good.
Now most people get incredibly stressed about interviews, they can't sleep the night before, they get the shakes through nerves and they can't string a sentence together, and although I understand that it can be a nervous experience, the only thing I've gotten that worked up about was my driving test (all 3 of them) - and that's just because I was a terrible driver! Interviews however don't faze me in the slightest, in fact if I'm totally honest, I quite enjoy them, after all I get to talk about my favourite subject................ME!
There's not a single question anyone could ask me about myself that I wouldn't know - and since I'm a natural chatterbox that often struggles to actually STOP talking, I quite relish the experience. I'll always remember my interview for university when my course leader said
"You'll make a great student here.....as long as we can shut you up for long enough"
What a cheek!
Now imagine my shock when I was called to an interview and I found out that it was going to be a group interview - and it was going to last for 5 hours!!!! Even I can't talk about myself for 5 whole hours - well I probably could but even I need to take a breathe from time to time!
So I arrive at the interview venue nice and early so I can suss out the competition. Nothing to be too frightened about but certainly some strong contenders - and to be honest, I got on with them all which makes it harder when your all fighting for the same thing!!! We got handed a timetable for the day and at that point I actually experienced nerves. It was like being back at school - spelling and grammar tests, psychometric testing, preparing proposals and doing presentations! There was a moment when I thought 'its not too late to run to the toilet and escape out of the window' but I thought 'what the hell, lets just get on with this'.
As it happened it wasn't as daunting as I thought it'd be and they threw in a free dinner so I was happy! And luckily I got called back to the next stage - a normal interview where I can talk about myself to my hearts content!!!
"So Polly, tell us about yourself.............."
"Well, where do I begin................."!!!!
Monday, 26 March 2007
The Forty Days of Lent!
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this in any previous blogs - I know I ramble on a bit at times - but I'm on lent at the moment - no sweets or chocolate from pancake day to Easter Sunday, its hell!
Now I don't do it for religious reasons, its not to repent for my sins or to feel deprived - its purely because I have a serious Haribo and Malteser problem!
Actually I've done lent since I was a little girl, probably since I was 6 or 7. It was a tradition I did with my Grandma and have continued it in her absense ever since, keep the memory alive and do it for her. I've never cheated, I have been tempted many a time but have always managed to put the lid back on the sweetie jar and walk away!
By this time though I start to find it hard, less than 2 weeks to go and the Easter Eggs are everywhere, I can practically smell them the minute I walk into the supermarket and don't even get me started on the pick n mix in Woolworths - I dream about it most nights - Brad Pitt move over, I'm thinking cola bottles and liquorice allsorts, fruit pastilles and wine gums, chocolate fudge cake and box after box of Celebrations!!!! The adverts on the telly are pretty bad too - I've started to avoid the adverts just before and after Corrie - you know the really annoying ones with 'Trudy'?!? I don't even like dark chocolate but when she bites into that Dark Flake I find myself salivating just a little! Its a good job I live alone!!!
The worst thing is people think they can make you cheat - they sit and eat a Mars Bar in front of you and do the;
"Hmmmmmm, this is lovely............would you like a bite....go on, you know you want to.....just a little bite...no one will know"
Its just not funny - why would you want to encourage someone to fail? I'm stronger than them anyway, I can guarantee I won't break - I have that dream to look forward to every night - and come Easter Sunday that dream will be reality- that chocolate egg is going to taste like the best egg ever. All my friends and family will see for a whole day is me surrounded by sweet wrappers with chocolate round my mouth - like a big kid.
13 days and counting...................
Now I don't do it for religious reasons, its not to repent for my sins or to feel deprived - its purely because I have a serious Haribo and Malteser problem!
Actually I've done lent since I was a little girl, probably since I was 6 or 7. It was a tradition I did with my Grandma and have continued it in her absense ever since, keep the memory alive and do it for her. I've never cheated, I have been tempted many a time but have always managed to put the lid back on the sweetie jar and walk away!
By this time though I start to find it hard, less than 2 weeks to go and the Easter Eggs are everywhere, I can practically smell them the minute I walk into the supermarket and don't even get me started on the pick n mix in Woolworths - I dream about it most nights - Brad Pitt move over, I'm thinking cola bottles and liquorice allsorts, fruit pastilles and wine gums, chocolate fudge cake and box after box of Celebrations!!!! The adverts on the telly are pretty bad too - I've started to avoid the adverts just before and after Corrie - you know the really annoying ones with 'Trudy'?!? I don't even like dark chocolate but when she bites into that Dark Flake I find myself salivating just a little! Its a good job I live alone!!!
The worst thing is people think they can make you cheat - they sit and eat a Mars Bar in front of you and do the;
"Hmmmmmm, this is lovely............would you like a bite....go on, you know you want to.....just a little bite...no one will know"
Its just not funny - why would you want to encourage someone to fail? I'm stronger than them anyway, I can guarantee I won't break - I have that dream to look forward to every night - and come Easter Sunday that dream will be reality- that chocolate egg is going to taste like the best egg ever. All my friends and family will see for a whole day is me surrounded by sweet wrappers with chocolate round my mouth - like a big kid.
13 days and counting...................
Thursday, 22 March 2007
Payday Blues!!!!
God how awful is the last week before payday?!
My fridge is empty and my evening meals are getting more and more boring with the remains of whats left - ham and houmous sandwich last night (think the houmous was a little past its best too but never mind) and I think alphabet spaghetti this evening - left over from a somewhat jovial shopping trip - probably on my way back from the pub!!!!
I, like so many, live for payday - life seems easier, my mood is brighter and I feel more positive! I don't like to budget at the best of times but when your skint and waiting to get paid its even more depressing having to plan what you have left - which means no fun stuff - no nipping to the supermarket on the way home after a bad day to buy a posh tea and your favourite bottle of vino - no treating yourself to those fabulous shoes you saw last week to cheer yourself up - and no long evenings in the pub drinking a nice Merlot - its half a lager and lime that tastes like its been poured straight from the drip tray and a packet of dry roasted - if I'm lucky!
Now I have very little self control at the best of times so when my lovely friend asked if I fancied going for a cheeky glass of wine and a spot of lunch today (even though we do it ever Friday lunch as well), I just found I couldn't resist. After a long and boring morning at work, some lunch, wine and girlie conversation was just what i needed - and although I knew I couldn't afford it I thought 'what the hell' - and what a lovely lunch it was too. So I walked (and stumbled a little - hiccup) back to the office feeling a bit guilty - it dawned on me that if I wasn't so quick to spend all my money as soon as I got paid I'd have enough to see me through the month and wouldn't have that last week of payday blues! Seems so simple but I know next month I'll do exactly the same.
But my friends are in the same position - we're all as bad as each other - in fact when one of the girls realised she'd ran out of gin last night and she'd had a bad day, she opted for opening that bottle of babycham that had been in her fridge for god knows how long - you see, payday desperation!
So this weekend will be interesting, if I get desperate there's always the half bottle of cooking wine left over from a casserole, a bottle of tequila I've had for about 9 years, or the Cherry Lambrini I bought last summer - must have been the week before payday!
Party at mine anyone?
My fridge is empty and my evening meals are getting more and more boring with the remains of whats left - ham and houmous sandwich last night (think the houmous was a little past its best too but never mind) and I think alphabet spaghetti this evening - left over from a somewhat jovial shopping trip - probably on my way back from the pub!!!!
I, like so many, live for payday - life seems easier, my mood is brighter and I feel more positive! I don't like to budget at the best of times but when your skint and waiting to get paid its even more depressing having to plan what you have left - which means no fun stuff - no nipping to the supermarket on the way home after a bad day to buy a posh tea and your favourite bottle of vino - no treating yourself to those fabulous shoes you saw last week to cheer yourself up - and no long evenings in the pub drinking a nice Merlot - its half a lager and lime that tastes like its been poured straight from the drip tray and a packet of dry roasted - if I'm lucky!
Now I have very little self control at the best of times so when my lovely friend asked if I fancied going for a cheeky glass of wine and a spot of lunch today (even though we do it ever Friday lunch as well), I just found I couldn't resist. After a long and boring morning at work, some lunch, wine and girlie conversation was just what i needed - and although I knew I couldn't afford it I thought 'what the hell' - and what a lovely lunch it was too. So I walked (and stumbled a little - hiccup) back to the office feeling a bit guilty - it dawned on me that if I wasn't so quick to spend all my money as soon as I got paid I'd have enough to see me through the month and wouldn't have that last week of payday blues! Seems so simple but I know next month I'll do exactly the same.
But my friends are in the same position - we're all as bad as each other - in fact when one of the girls realised she'd ran out of gin last night and she'd had a bad day, she opted for opening that bottle of babycham that had been in her fridge for god knows how long - you see, payday desperation!
So this weekend will be interesting, if I get desperate there's always the half bottle of cooking wine left over from a casserole, a bottle of tequila I've had for about 9 years, or the Cherry Lambrini I bought last summer - must have been the week before payday!
Party at mine anyone?
Tuesday, 20 March 2007
The Internet Generation!
I've decided to join the realms of Internet users out there and get installed at home.
I know its hard to believe I don't already have it what with my blog, myspace, facebook, etc but its something I've never got round to - but it getting difficult fitting everything into my lunch hour (OK, well maybe I play sometimes when I should be working but we'll keep that between ourselves OK!).
Now I think I'm a fairly intelligent young woman. I can programme my video and set the timer on my boiler all by myself so I'm pretty technologically minded!!! I've always been pretty good with computers so I thought getting something as simple as broadband fitted would be a piece of cake - wrong!
So I contacted my mate who owns a computer business and asked for his advice. The conversation went like this;
Polly:
"I want the Internet at home but I've not got a phone line installed - can I do it without one? Can I get one of those wireless thingy-me-jobbies"?
Ted:
"Of course you can have the Internet without a phone line, just ask a fairy to sprinkle some magic dust over your computer and you'll be set up. In other words Polly, GET A FRIKIN PHONE LINE"
That told me then! Looking back I didn't really think my question through did I?
So I started ringing round to get a phone line installed - BT seemed the first choice but as I was halfway through the conversation the phone line died and I was cut off - pretty poor to say I was talking to one of the UKs largest telecoms providers! Might go elsewhere! Then there's the actual Internet itself - its all 'mega bites this' and 'gigabytes that' and download speeds and usage and blah, blah, blah! I just want to write my blog and talk to my friends online - is that too much to ask???
So in the meantime my computer is sat looking lonely in the spare room with me giving it daily reassurance that one day soon I will at least switch it on!
I better go and ring BT again................it could take me all day to get through............and then get cut off again!
Don't you just love technology? We've come along way since the invention of the wheel!!!!
I know its hard to believe I don't already have it what with my blog, myspace, facebook, etc but its something I've never got round to - but it getting difficult fitting everything into my lunch hour (OK, well maybe I play sometimes when I should be working but we'll keep that between ourselves OK!).
Now I think I'm a fairly intelligent young woman. I can programme my video and set the timer on my boiler all by myself so I'm pretty technologically minded!!! I've always been pretty good with computers so I thought getting something as simple as broadband fitted would be a piece of cake - wrong!
So I contacted my mate who owns a computer business and asked for his advice. The conversation went like this;
Polly:
"I want the Internet at home but I've not got a phone line installed - can I do it without one? Can I get one of those wireless thingy-me-jobbies"?
Ted:
"Of course you can have the Internet without a phone line, just ask a fairy to sprinkle some magic dust over your computer and you'll be set up. In other words Polly, GET A FRIKIN PHONE LINE"
That told me then! Looking back I didn't really think my question through did I?
So I started ringing round to get a phone line installed - BT seemed the first choice but as I was halfway through the conversation the phone line died and I was cut off - pretty poor to say I was talking to one of the UKs largest telecoms providers! Might go elsewhere! Then there's the actual Internet itself - its all 'mega bites this' and 'gigabytes that' and download speeds and usage and blah, blah, blah! I just want to write my blog and talk to my friends online - is that too much to ask???
So in the meantime my computer is sat looking lonely in the spare room with me giving it daily reassurance that one day soon I will at least switch it on!
I better go and ring BT again................it could take me all day to get through............and then get cut off again!
Don't you just love technology? We've come along way since the invention of the wheel!!!!
Monday, 19 March 2007
I Love my Mum!!!
Oh dear, have just realised its been nearly 2 weeks since my last post - I'd like to say its because I've been crazy busy and simply haven't had time but in fact, I just kept forgetting!!!!!
Anyway, I'm back now so that's the main thing!
So, did you all spoil your Mums yesterday? I hope so! I cooked an excellent roast dinner - if I do say so myself - and a good time seemed to be had by all. As usual I cooked for about 8 people when in fact there were just the 4 of us and I did what I've been telling my mum off for doing for years
"..Is every ones warm enough.."
"....Can I get anyone more gravy...carrots....yorkshire puddings...."
"oh I apologise if the potatoes are a bit crispy, I left them in the oven for 10 minutes too long..."
You know the kind of thing - fussing!!!!
I have to say, although I'm not a great cook, I'm certainly getting better and more confident the more I try and those who have eaten in my kitchen have lived to tell the tale so that's always a good sign!
My Mum seemed to enjoy herself - I wanted to make sure she was pampered and didn't have to lift a finger - and of course the half bottle of rose she had certainly helped too!!!! My sister had driven up from Banbury to surprise her which was lovely and we all enjoyed spending some time together, all 4 of us - it doesn't happen very often!
So, as the night drew on, me and my dad did our usual trick of drinking every drop of red wine in sight so now, once again, I'm feeling a little hungover. I dread to think how my mum is - she only has to sniff a shandy and she's bedridden for the day!
But on a sentimental note, we should be pampering our Mums (and Dads) everyday, not just wait for a silly commercialised day to say thank you and let them know they're appreciated. My Mum, over the years, has gone from being the person I used to fight with like cat and dog, to my friend. The relationship between Mother and daughter is a very special one and I'm lucky to have such a wonderful woman as my Mum. We enjoy shopping trips together, we enjoy going to the theatre, we go out for nice lunches and I can't let many days pass without at least speaking to her on the phone. She's there for me when I need her and is always a shoulder to cry on, or even give me a reality check when I'm being ridiculous or my 'drama queen' status gets out of hand.
So remember, parents are for life....not just there to buy you presents at Christmas!!!
Anyway, I'm back now so that's the main thing!
So, did you all spoil your Mums yesterday? I hope so! I cooked an excellent roast dinner - if I do say so myself - and a good time seemed to be had by all. As usual I cooked for about 8 people when in fact there were just the 4 of us and I did what I've been telling my mum off for doing for years
"..Is every ones warm enough.."
"....Can I get anyone more gravy...carrots....yorkshire puddings...."
"oh I apologise if the potatoes are a bit crispy, I left them in the oven for 10 minutes too long..."
You know the kind of thing - fussing!!!!
I have to say, although I'm not a great cook, I'm certainly getting better and more confident the more I try and those who have eaten in my kitchen have lived to tell the tale so that's always a good sign!
My Mum seemed to enjoy herself - I wanted to make sure she was pampered and didn't have to lift a finger - and of course the half bottle of rose she had certainly helped too!!!! My sister had driven up from Banbury to surprise her which was lovely and we all enjoyed spending some time together, all 4 of us - it doesn't happen very often!
So, as the night drew on, me and my dad did our usual trick of drinking every drop of red wine in sight so now, once again, I'm feeling a little hungover. I dread to think how my mum is - she only has to sniff a shandy and she's bedridden for the day!
But on a sentimental note, we should be pampering our Mums (and Dads) everyday, not just wait for a silly commercialised day to say thank you and let them know they're appreciated. My Mum, over the years, has gone from being the person I used to fight with like cat and dog, to my friend. The relationship between Mother and daughter is a very special one and I'm lucky to have such a wonderful woman as my Mum. We enjoy shopping trips together, we enjoy going to the theatre, we go out for nice lunches and I can't let many days pass without at least speaking to her on the phone. She's there for me when I need her and is always a shoulder to cry on, or even give me a reality check when I'm being ridiculous or my 'drama queen' status gets out of hand.
So remember, parents are for life....not just there to buy you presents at Christmas!!!
Monday, 5 March 2007
A Killer Evening!
So I have to tell you about Sunday evening. I went to see The Killers and I was lucky enough to watch them from one of the private boxes at the Arena. It was amazing!!!!!
Now I've discussed previously about my 'disadvantage' when I normally go to see bands, I'm only 5'4 so I spend the whole time on tip toes or jumping up and down just so I can catch a glimpse of the band. This time it was totally different, we had a perfect view of the stage, we could sit down, we could stand up - we even had a fridge in the corner packed full of beer - which we took full advantage of!!!
The Killers were amazing, definitely one of the best concerts I've been to, and I've been to a lot over the years!!!! We sung our hearts out, we danced - I screamed a lot and was informed by my mate that I definitely need to work on my 'whoop'. Its too girly, needs to be brought down an octave or two apparently!!!!
Seeing a band from a box is totally different, whereas I appreciate the atmosphere is amazing when your in the thick of it at the front, my crowd surfing days are well and truly over and I enjoyed being able to relax and enjoy the show rather than being pushed all over the place and getting soaked. God I sound old!!!!
So Monday at work was pretty much a write off - I spent most of the day with my head down the loo with a hangover and had lost my voice due to singing all night. Even a bacon and sausage sandwich couldn't sort me out so I knew I must have been bad!
Very rock n roll!!!!! I can't wait for the next time!
..............he doesn't look a thing like jesus...........!!!!
Now I've discussed previously about my 'disadvantage' when I normally go to see bands, I'm only 5'4 so I spend the whole time on tip toes or jumping up and down just so I can catch a glimpse of the band. This time it was totally different, we had a perfect view of the stage, we could sit down, we could stand up - we even had a fridge in the corner packed full of beer - which we took full advantage of!!!
The Killers were amazing, definitely one of the best concerts I've been to, and I've been to a lot over the years!!!! We sung our hearts out, we danced - I screamed a lot and was informed by my mate that I definitely need to work on my 'whoop'. Its too girly, needs to be brought down an octave or two apparently!!!!
Seeing a band from a box is totally different, whereas I appreciate the atmosphere is amazing when your in the thick of it at the front, my crowd surfing days are well and truly over and I enjoyed being able to relax and enjoy the show rather than being pushed all over the place and getting soaked. God I sound old!!!!
So Monday at work was pretty much a write off - I spent most of the day with my head down the loo with a hangover and had lost my voice due to singing all night. Even a bacon and sausage sandwich couldn't sort me out so I knew I must have been bad!
Very rock n roll!!!!! I can't wait for the next time!
..............he doesn't look a thing like jesus...........!!!!
Tuesday, 27 February 2007
The Rowdy Crew!
So this weekend me and the girls headed off down south for our friends engagement party. The sat nav was set, the car packed full and the Girls Aloud CD was playing.
Despite a car of 4 girls, we got to our friends house in one piece and without any dramas, in fact the most difficult part of the whole journey was working out how to unpack our bags from the car!!!
Since it was a weekend of merriment and celebration it seemed only natural to start drinking pretty much straight away. I'd been out the night before so I think I just topped myself up! Before long the alcohol started to take effect. We got louder, we got ruder and we got cheekier!
So the party was pretty tame when we arrived and everyone seemed sober (apart from us). We'd only been there for about 30 minutes when one of the girls took the chicken fillet from her bra and started passing it around the table, we thought it was hilarious but by the looks on the faces of the other guests around the table I got the impression they weren't so amused!!!!!
As the night progressed we got rowdier and rowdier - we took lots of pictures of our boobs and cleavages, we drew pictures all over the table cloth, we abused the DJ who was a chain smoking country and western fan who subjected us to songs like Cotton Eyed Joe all night. We took over his dance floor, badly at times - especially when one of the girls couldn't do the Macerena so put the YMCA moves to it instead! We laughed loudly, swore loudly and had a bloody brilliant night. We'd all looked so classy and fabulous when we arrived at the party but we were all going home looking a little dishevelled, and thanks to a food fight at the end of the night, a few of the girls went home with half the buffet down their cleavages and in their hair! We stole the balloon settings from the centres of the tables and then had to try and get in a taxi with them, we got to our friend's apartment and realised we didn't have a key so progressed to push every intercom button (must remember to tell my mate to apologise to her neighbours!). Of course you try to be quiet, you do the "SHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh" putting a finger to your lips like its going to help but you actually end up making more noise doing that than having a full on conversation! Oh how alcohol deludes us!
So all 9 or 10 of us make our way into the 2 bedroomed flat and on goes computer games. Eventually we all fell asleep curled up on the floor until 5am the next morning. Our mates younger cousin had been sick - like projectile and it was everywhere. The flat is brand new so obviously the mop, bucket and bleach were brought out for the clean up operation. We managed to fall back to sleep and left our friend to it but then shortly after I was woken by an almighty noise, what could it be - a nearby freight train? a digger starting work outside? an earthquake? NO - it was my mates snoring! You've never heard anything like it in your life - I ended up sleeping in the hall way by the front door and our abandoned shoes! She also managed to get her foot caught in her PJ bottoms and fell over revealing her bare arse to us all. Its a good job none of us embarrass easily!
We weren't quite so rowdy the following day - hangovers were all too present...........nothing that a couple of bacon sandwiches couldn't sort out though.
Maybe I'll detox for a day or two..............
Despite a car of 4 girls, we got to our friends house in one piece and without any dramas, in fact the most difficult part of the whole journey was working out how to unpack our bags from the car!!!
Since it was a weekend of merriment and celebration it seemed only natural to start drinking pretty much straight away. I'd been out the night before so I think I just topped myself up! Before long the alcohol started to take effect. We got louder, we got ruder and we got cheekier!
So the party was pretty tame when we arrived and everyone seemed sober (apart from us). We'd only been there for about 30 minutes when one of the girls took the chicken fillet from her bra and started passing it around the table, we thought it was hilarious but by the looks on the faces of the other guests around the table I got the impression they weren't so amused!!!!!
As the night progressed we got rowdier and rowdier - we took lots of pictures of our boobs and cleavages, we drew pictures all over the table cloth, we abused the DJ who was a chain smoking country and western fan who subjected us to songs like Cotton Eyed Joe all night. We took over his dance floor, badly at times - especially when one of the girls couldn't do the Macerena so put the YMCA moves to it instead! We laughed loudly, swore loudly and had a bloody brilliant night. We'd all looked so classy and fabulous when we arrived at the party but we were all going home looking a little dishevelled, and thanks to a food fight at the end of the night, a few of the girls went home with half the buffet down their cleavages and in their hair! We stole the balloon settings from the centres of the tables and then had to try and get in a taxi with them, we got to our friend's apartment and realised we didn't have a key so progressed to push every intercom button (must remember to tell my mate to apologise to her neighbours!). Of course you try to be quiet, you do the "SHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh" putting a finger to your lips like its going to help but you actually end up making more noise doing that than having a full on conversation! Oh how alcohol deludes us!
So all 9 or 10 of us make our way into the 2 bedroomed flat and on goes computer games. Eventually we all fell asleep curled up on the floor until 5am the next morning. Our mates younger cousin had been sick - like projectile and it was everywhere. The flat is brand new so obviously the mop, bucket and bleach were brought out for the clean up operation. We managed to fall back to sleep and left our friend to it but then shortly after I was woken by an almighty noise, what could it be - a nearby freight train? a digger starting work outside? an earthquake? NO - it was my mates snoring! You've never heard anything like it in your life - I ended up sleeping in the hall way by the front door and our abandoned shoes! She also managed to get her foot caught in her PJ bottoms and fell over revealing her bare arse to us all. Its a good job none of us embarrass easily!
We weren't quite so rowdy the following day - hangovers were all too present...........nothing that a couple of bacon sandwiches couldn't sort out though.
Maybe I'll detox for a day or two..............
Tuesday, 20 February 2007
Women Drivers!
So, you remember the new car I bought just a few weeks ago?
I bashed it at the weekend!!!
No one was hurt, no one else was involved - just me, the Venga Bus and a couple of bollards that got in my way!!!
I still don't know how I did it or - or how I was so stupid. I'd only nipped to the Co-op for a pint of milk - I wish I hadn't bothered. I reversed out of my spot, heard an almighty scraping noise and instantly got that sick feeling of dread in my stomach. I didn't want to look at first and I could see some old dear just pointing to the area I'd hit and I knew it wasn't good - I don't know if the woman was senile or just damn cruel but I wanted to knock her false teeth out when she started laughing. Maybe the sight of me stood swearing like a trucker and crying was a funny sight but I was devastated.
I got back in the car and steadily drove home. I parked it where no one could see the car and suddenly realised that all the novelty had gone - I didn't want the car anymore - it was trash to me now!!!
I went upstairs and did what any grown up woman would do...............I rang my mum for a good cry! Bless her, she was lovely - she's bashed a few cars (mostly my Dads)in her time - one particular memorable time being when she left the handbrake off my Dads car and it ended up rolling down the drive and into the garage. I was trying to watch Brookside at the time and it didn't half make a racket. There were plenty of tears too!!! The garage door handle left a really nice indentation in the back of my Dads Toyota!!!!
Anyway, once she'd calmed me down I went back outside to assess the damage - it wasn't quite as bad as I'd first thought. There was paint from the bollards all over the car which made it look worse but once I'd rubbed it down it didn't look so bad - well not if you squint and tilt your head to the left a bit.
But its just a car, she'll be back to new in no time once she's had a minor bit of work done (a bit of Botox for the car!).
In future I'll walk to the Co-op when I want a pint of milk though!!!!
I bashed it at the weekend!!!
No one was hurt, no one else was involved - just me, the Venga Bus and a couple of bollards that got in my way!!!
I still don't know how I did it or - or how I was so stupid. I'd only nipped to the Co-op for a pint of milk - I wish I hadn't bothered. I reversed out of my spot, heard an almighty scraping noise and instantly got that sick feeling of dread in my stomach. I didn't want to look at first and I could see some old dear just pointing to the area I'd hit and I knew it wasn't good - I don't know if the woman was senile or just damn cruel but I wanted to knock her false teeth out when she started laughing. Maybe the sight of me stood swearing like a trucker and crying was a funny sight but I was devastated.
I got back in the car and steadily drove home. I parked it where no one could see the car and suddenly realised that all the novelty had gone - I didn't want the car anymore - it was trash to me now!!!
I went upstairs and did what any grown up woman would do...............I rang my mum for a good cry! Bless her, she was lovely - she's bashed a few cars (mostly my Dads)in her time - one particular memorable time being when she left the handbrake off my Dads car and it ended up rolling down the drive and into the garage. I was trying to watch Brookside at the time and it didn't half make a racket. There were plenty of tears too!!! The garage door handle left a really nice indentation in the back of my Dads Toyota!!!!
Anyway, once she'd calmed me down I went back outside to assess the damage - it wasn't quite as bad as I'd first thought. There was paint from the bollards all over the car which made it look worse but once I'd rubbed it down it didn't look so bad - well not if you squint and tilt your head to the left a bit.
But its just a car, she'll be back to new in no time once she's had a minor bit of work done (a bit of Botox for the car!).
In future I'll walk to the Co-op when I want a pint of milk though!!!!
Friday, 16 February 2007
Thursday, 15 February 2007
Valentines Day Blues
Does any single person like Valentines Day? Do many 'couples' actually like it for that matter?
Why do we have to have a specific day allocated to showing love for your other half? Surely if you're in a relationship you should tell the person your with how you feel every day? And if you fancy someone does it really take an anonymous pink and red card to get it started? How do we manage the rest of the year?
So we all established years ago that Valentines Day is a commercial money making scheme - and a very successful one at that. The florists, the restaurants, the card shops, the chocolate makers (the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker..) they all make a fortune from it.
But done badly or...god forbid...forgotten, and it could be curtains for some relationships. Many men just forget - or think its a waste of time and money. You can't blame them in some ways but every couple is bullied into doing something 'special'. Now when I'm in a relationship I love Valentines Day. Last year me and 'the ex' couldn't get into a restaurant so he cooked for me. It was actually far nicer to have a cosy meal and curl in front of the telly exchanging a few daft gifts (or Armani cuff links as I stupidly bought - god the money you waste!) and drinking wine (one of my favourite past times). I don't fancy sitting in a restaurant trying to outdo the couple next to you or watch people showing very public displays of affection.
So I move onto Valentines Day as a single gal. It sucked. Well, it wasn't that bad to be honest - I got a card delivered to work - a really nice one too but it wasn't the same. I drank Peach Bellini's and got quite drunk and consoled myself on the fact that I hadn't had to fork out more money on gifts I can't afford (god, Armani cuff links for Valentines Day Polly - what were you thinking? It must have been love!!!!)
So, next year I hope that they either cancel the day altogether - or alternatively I have a nice fella to spoil me!
So raise your glasses (of Peach Bellini's) to single life..............and the fact that Valentines Day is over for another year!
Why do we have to have a specific day allocated to showing love for your other half? Surely if you're in a relationship you should tell the person your with how you feel every day? And if you fancy someone does it really take an anonymous pink and red card to get it started? How do we manage the rest of the year?
So we all established years ago that Valentines Day is a commercial money making scheme - and a very successful one at that. The florists, the restaurants, the card shops, the chocolate makers (the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker..) they all make a fortune from it.
But done badly or...god forbid...forgotten, and it could be curtains for some relationships. Many men just forget - or think its a waste of time and money. You can't blame them in some ways but every couple is bullied into doing something 'special'. Now when I'm in a relationship I love Valentines Day. Last year me and 'the ex' couldn't get into a restaurant so he cooked for me. It was actually far nicer to have a cosy meal and curl in front of the telly exchanging a few daft gifts (or Armani cuff links as I stupidly bought - god the money you waste!) and drinking wine (one of my favourite past times). I don't fancy sitting in a restaurant trying to outdo the couple next to you or watch people showing very public displays of affection.
So I move onto Valentines Day as a single gal. It sucked. Well, it wasn't that bad to be honest - I got a card delivered to work - a really nice one too but it wasn't the same. I drank Peach Bellini's and got quite drunk and consoled myself on the fact that I hadn't had to fork out more money on gifts I can't afford (god, Armani cuff links for Valentines Day Polly - what were you thinking? It must have been love!!!!)
So, next year I hope that they either cancel the day altogether - or alternatively I have a nice fella to spoil me!
So raise your glasses (of Peach Bellini's) to single life..............and the fact that Valentines Day is over for another year!
Monday, 12 February 2007
Wannabe Groupie!
I went to a concert last night - very rock n' roll for a school night I know but hey, you've got to live a little!
I love my music and I love the buzz of going to see live bands. Admittedly I don't generally get to 'see' much due to my 5'4 height status but if I stand on my tiptoes occasionally I catch sight of the microphone or the tall guy at the front jumping up and down.
There should be a height sequence at gigs - all shorties to the front and tallies to the back. Its the same as being at the cinema, you find yourself a good spot where you can see perfectly and then some 6'4 fella comes and stands in front of you. He's always the guy that dances around like a maniac too and sweats from the second the music starts. At least you can't eat popcorn in a concert.
The venue for this gig is a popular one for bands in Nottingham, I've been watching bands play there for about 11 or 12 years and in that time I don't think its been re-painted once. Its run down to say the least but then I guess your not looking at the decor when you've gone to watch your favourite band play. The walls are painted black and you stick to the floor the second you walk through the door - too many cans of Red Stripe lager spilt over the years!
To say how black the walls are though the people in there are colourful. There's every type of band 'geek' imaginable. The dreadlocks, the punks, the uber cool, the 'indie' boys with the same spiky haircuts and skinny jeans and then theres the 'concert virgins' who look like their about to go to dinner with their in laws!
You spend the night getting soaked in sweat and lager - yours and other peoples, you get pushed from pillar to post, you stretch every muscle in your body to see the stage and you always have one person stood next to you that sings along loudly so you can't hear the singer. But I love it - that second the band starts playing and you just lose yourself in the music, its like being on the dance floor and hearing your favourite ever tune only 100% better. Your in a room full of people who love the band too - a kind of mutual appreciation and when its all over and you've clapped and whooped (i must work on my whoop by the way - its a bit girly) until your hands and throat sting, you stumble into the daylight with ringing ears and a broad smile.
Not ever managed to blag a back stage pass as of yet but watch this space - and Miss Fish if your reading this - we need to meet at least one band before we turn 30!!!
I'll keep you posted!!!!
I love my music and I love the buzz of going to see live bands. Admittedly I don't generally get to 'see' much due to my 5'4 height status but if I stand on my tiptoes occasionally I catch sight of the microphone or the tall guy at the front jumping up and down.
There should be a height sequence at gigs - all shorties to the front and tallies to the back. Its the same as being at the cinema, you find yourself a good spot where you can see perfectly and then some 6'4 fella comes and stands in front of you. He's always the guy that dances around like a maniac too and sweats from the second the music starts. At least you can't eat popcorn in a concert.
The venue for this gig is a popular one for bands in Nottingham, I've been watching bands play there for about 11 or 12 years and in that time I don't think its been re-painted once. Its run down to say the least but then I guess your not looking at the decor when you've gone to watch your favourite band play. The walls are painted black and you stick to the floor the second you walk through the door - too many cans of Red Stripe lager spilt over the years!
To say how black the walls are though the people in there are colourful. There's every type of band 'geek' imaginable. The dreadlocks, the punks, the uber cool, the 'indie' boys with the same spiky haircuts and skinny jeans and then theres the 'concert virgins' who look like their about to go to dinner with their in laws!
You spend the night getting soaked in sweat and lager - yours and other peoples, you get pushed from pillar to post, you stretch every muscle in your body to see the stage and you always have one person stood next to you that sings along loudly so you can't hear the singer. But I love it - that second the band starts playing and you just lose yourself in the music, its like being on the dance floor and hearing your favourite ever tune only 100% better. Your in a room full of people who love the band too - a kind of mutual appreciation and when its all over and you've clapped and whooped (i must work on my whoop by the way - its a bit girly) until your hands and throat sting, you stumble into the daylight with ringing ears and a broad smile.
Not ever managed to blag a back stage pass as of yet but watch this space - and Miss Fish if your reading this - we need to meet at least one band before we turn 30!!!
I'll keep you posted!!!!
Friday, 9 February 2007
myspace!
"My name is Polly Tronic and I'm a myspace addict"
I joined a week ago, it was only meant to be a bit of fun, a way to keep in contact with friends that was more fun than normal emails, something to log onto on those cold winter afternoons when your bored, a way to check up on potential new boyfriends!!!!
It started with the odd one or two log ins per week, then it started to become a daily thing, now its out of control - I logged on 8 times yesterday...............Oh god, whats happening to me?!?!
For those of you unfamiliar with my myspace its a website that has become a massive phenomenon in the US and the UK. You create a site of your own and then add backgrounds, pictures of yourself, information about your likes and dislikes, etc... Its good fun and a great way to chat to people. Basically people email you and ask if they can be 'added' to your site - so basically they say 'please Polly, can I be your friend'. You then get to Approve or Deny them. I mean how fabulous!!!!
There are some gorgeous men on there too and within a week I've been asked out more times than I have in the past 6 months. Admittedly some of them are a bit weird - actually that's putting it mildly - there's the guys from the Far East that send messages like
"You nice, you be my friend. Yes?"
I fear there are a few men out there using myspace to find a wife - and a British passport!
I am hooked though, its so much fun. I worry what I'll do without a computer over the weekend, I may even have to join the Internet generation at home and get my computer Interneted up. But then I may never leave the house again. Oh god! I have all these new friends to keep in contact with.
Anyone know a good myspace therapist...............?
I joined a week ago, it was only meant to be a bit of fun, a way to keep in contact with friends that was more fun than normal emails, something to log onto on those cold winter afternoons when your bored, a way to check up on potential new boyfriends!!!!
It started with the odd one or two log ins per week, then it started to become a daily thing, now its out of control - I logged on 8 times yesterday...............Oh god, whats happening to me?!?!
For those of you unfamiliar with my myspace its a website that has become a massive phenomenon in the US and the UK. You create a site of your own and then add backgrounds, pictures of yourself, information about your likes and dislikes, etc... Its good fun and a great way to chat to people. Basically people email you and ask if they can be 'added' to your site - so basically they say 'please Polly, can I be your friend'. You then get to Approve or Deny them. I mean how fabulous!!!!
There are some gorgeous men on there too and within a week I've been asked out more times than I have in the past 6 months. Admittedly some of them are a bit weird - actually that's putting it mildly - there's the guys from the Far East that send messages like
"You nice, you be my friend. Yes?"
I fear there are a few men out there using myspace to find a wife - and a British passport!
I am hooked though, its so much fun. I worry what I'll do without a computer over the weekend, I may even have to join the Internet generation at home and get my computer Interneted up. But then I may never leave the house again. Oh god! I have all these new friends to keep in contact with.
Anyone know a good myspace therapist...............?
Wednesday, 7 February 2007
A Trip Down Memory Lane
Afternoon all!
Well apologies for not having posted anything for about a week - think I must have had writers block as the inspiration just hasn't been flowing for stories to tell you lovely people!
Anyway I'm back now and thou shalt never be away for as long in future!
So I went to see an old uni friend at the weekend, we hadn't seen each other in 4 years so to say we had some catching up to do was an understatement. We barely caught our breath for the first few hours swapping stories of what we'd been up to, then after a pitcher of cocktails it developed onto the 'do you remember when...' conversations. We reminisced for hours - the drunken tales, the people we remembered, the house we lived in, the time we got burgled and we made the gorgeous policemen they sent round check all our rooms before we'd go to bed!!! Any excuse to get a handsome man in your bedroom eh?!?
We were amazed at how little either of us had changed and how natural each others company felt again after such a long time. We went out into her local town in the evening and it was like being back at uni again - only less pints of snakebite and black! Gone were the inhibitions you develop as you get older, we danced like it was our first dance since leaving university and we didn't stop talking and laughing all night.
There's something special about the friends you stay in contact with from uni, a strange bond that follows you throughout life, maybe its because its the first time your away from home and the first time having to look after yourself, or maybe its because the time at uni is most probably one of the best time of your life (minus the study part) and they're the people you share the parties with, the nights out, the dissertation stress, the first broken heart, the list goes on.
Its strange how we grow up so quickly - both of us have homes of our own, nice cars and careers now, oh how I miss those lazy uni days though, nothing has ever beat it!
................my overdraft is still the same though!!!
Well apologies for not having posted anything for about a week - think I must have had writers block as the inspiration just hasn't been flowing for stories to tell you lovely people!
Anyway I'm back now and thou shalt never be away for as long in future!
So I went to see an old uni friend at the weekend, we hadn't seen each other in 4 years so to say we had some catching up to do was an understatement. We barely caught our breath for the first few hours swapping stories of what we'd been up to, then after a pitcher of cocktails it developed onto the 'do you remember when...' conversations. We reminisced for hours - the drunken tales, the people we remembered, the house we lived in, the time we got burgled and we made the gorgeous policemen they sent round check all our rooms before we'd go to bed!!! Any excuse to get a handsome man in your bedroom eh?!?
We were amazed at how little either of us had changed and how natural each others company felt again after such a long time. We went out into her local town in the evening and it was like being back at uni again - only less pints of snakebite and black! Gone were the inhibitions you develop as you get older, we danced like it was our first dance since leaving university and we didn't stop talking and laughing all night.
There's something special about the friends you stay in contact with from uni, a strange bond that follows you throughout life, maybe its because its the first time your away from home and the first time having to look after yourself, or maybe its because the time at uni is most probably one of the best time of your life (minus the study part) and they're the people you share the parties with, the nights out, the dissertation stress, the first broken heart, the list goes on.
Its strange how we grow up so quickly - both of us have homes of our own, nice cars and careers now, oh how I miss those lazy uni days though, nothing has ever beat it!
................my overdraft is still the same though!!!
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