(i work in labour relations and human resources in the social services sector). i'm currently setting up a training session for some of our consultants on sexual harrassment in the workplace. as i was walking down the corridor at work yesterday to ask someone if they want to attend a session on the 5th of July, a voice behind me said "you're so cute...you look like a secretary from an old english porn movie". irony anyone.
9:34 a.m. - May 30, 2006
the ceo where i work is known for being a bit of a scatterbrain. i am the ceo's assistant. part of my job is to unscatter things. about an hour ago the ceo left the office to fly to victoria for a meeting. i'm also assistant to a lawyer, a director and about 8 consultants so i forget about the ceo and start other work. suddenly the receptionist comes running into my cubicle with a handful of documents saying "he needs his tickets, he's forgotten them". i throw on my coat. luckily the helijet airport is only a ten minute walk away. unfortunately his flight leaves in 5 minutes. i start to run. i'm not that keen on running down the street in the middle of the day dressed in business attire which is why i never ever do it. to make matters worse, today is the day i decided that my 3 inch stilettos with fronts so pointed you could open a letter with them needed to come out to play. by the time i reach the helijet place my feet are swimming in sweat and blood. lovely. as i hand over the tickets to a rather sheepish looking ceo i say "i want a pay rise for this you know". he laughs. the funny thing is that on they way home i laugh too. running down the street in high heels and a suit might suck but it definitely gives you a buzz. it's not often that i'm this awake at 3.30pm on a work afternoon. maybe i should do it every day.
3:35 p.m. - May 29, 2006
she said "you just want the baby to come". "what baby?? i'm not pregnant!!", i responded in a high pitched, defensive tone, "your baby newphew, of course' she replied looking at me rather strangely. hmmm. i think it's safe to say i'd flunk spy school. i wouldn't mind but i'm not even pregnant so there was no reason for me to act like a complete spaz. god help me if and when i am. keeping other peoples secrets is easy, keeping my own is like juggling monkeys. big monkeys who don't like being juggled.
so enough baby talk. let's move onto a more serious subject: the mighty boosh. i'm obsessed/addicted/insanely in love. at home i can't stop watching it. at work i can't stop listening to it. "come with us now on a journey through time and space, to the world of the mighty boosh". i'll get my coat.
so we got our new sofa and sofa chair at the weekend. it's really gorgeous so of course i decided that i hated it with a passion (i don't do things by half) and couldn't stand to look at it. i cried and yelled and moaned and whined and then eventually, on sunday night, i started to bond with it. we hung out together and read a book, we watched a bit of tv and finally, by bed time, we were feeling pretty comfortable with each other. of course we have to re-paint the whole apartment to coordinate with the sofa but the cg is the one who will have to deal with that :)
10:42 a.m. - May 29, 2006
i have an appointment with the doctor on monday night. the receptionist who i booked with asked me what i wanted to see him about and in a lowered tone i told her that i was at work and didn't want to discuss it. no doubt she thinks i have some horribly disgusting disease that will send my work colleages screaming from the vicinity but she would be wrong (unless she knows something i don't). what i or rather we, because the cg and i are going together, are going to see the doctor about is having a baby. i'm ready. well almost ready. since i got back from turkey, since i became "Mrs.cg", i've been different. i've been getting up before work and going to the gym, i've been eating only things that are good for me and i'm preparing myself for the dreaded task of cutting out caffiene and alcohol. i want a family. i don't know why or how this feeling came about but it's there and it's not going away and i'm going to do everything i can to make it work. my only concern is my age (have you seen the stats on having children after the age of 35?) and i'm hoping the doctor has something reassuring to say.
(there is a little part of me that wonders if my life has been too happy up to now and that in order to create balance in the universe i will not be allowed a healthy child. i try not to dwell on this).
11:09 a.m. - May 25, 2006
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