I had another Tigery day. Just like that, out of the blue. Roar Roar ROAR!
There was much cuffing of colleagues across their fragile heads with my clumsy orange paws. Only in a gentle way of course. And much swinging of my enormous stripey tail all over the open plan office. All I really wanted to do was escape though I didn't realise this until late afternoon, well after the printer had become clogged with orange fluff (the spring molt). Huh, they wonder where it keeps coming from. The weirdest thing was that no one seemed to notice me bounding up and down the office, roaring, slipping on loose paper and causing general mayhem.
When I finally got to leave, after what seemed like the longest Tuesday in the history of Tigers, I went straight home and ran round the local park, stopping to eat an old Labrador and a Newfoundland on the way. Well, I'd only had a cheese toastie for lunch.
Perhaps I'll be settled enough for Navigation class, though I find it hard to get a grip on the dividers. And I'll definitely need a table to myself.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
A Great Valentine's Day
Wow.
A red flower from a secret admirer at Spar. Now, I suspect they were giving them to all the young ladies who came into the shop today, but my colleagues don't know that. 'Ooooh who gave you the flower?' 'No-one' I smiled mysteriously. Later that day, a colleague tells me I've won a fortune on their local school lottery. I pack in the job and go galloping from the building, kicking the dust in my employers faces and cheering wildly. It's only 25 euro though. So I decide to be one of those dull humble people who to keep their job and go about their business.
Now as if all that wasn't enough, a certain Soulmate emails me a most beautiful Valentine in return for the poem I wrote her called 'I Love You'. Now I know it's says 'horsey' on it. But that's a donkey isn't it? It is. I'm afraid, a donkey.
It is isn't it? Look at those ears. Is this how she sees me? I proudly stuck it up beside my desk at work anyway. She loves me! In other matters of the heart, a certain squeeze comes back from his seemingly endless 8-day holiday tomorrow (thus conveniently missing a potentially excruciating awkward early stage of semi-relationship so ARE you my boyfriend Valentine's Day moment). And I am very very much looking forward to seeing him again. I hope he remembers I'm picking him up at the airport ... and who I am ... and stuff. And that we are having a cinematic reunion at the terminal ...
Spennan Magnast!!
A red flower from a secret admirer at Spar. Now, I suspect they were giving them to all the young ladies who came into the shop today, but my colleagues don't know that. 'Ooooh who gave you the flower?' 'No-one' I smiled mysteriously. Later that day, a colleague tells me I've won a fortune on their local school lottery. I pack in the job and go galloping from the building, kicking the dust in my employers faces and cheering wildly. It's only 25 euro though. So I decide to be one of those dull humble people who to keep their job and go about their business.
Now as if all that wasn't enough, a certain Soulmate emails me a most beautiful Valentine in return for the poem I wrote her called 'I Love You'. Now I know it's says 'horsey' on it. But that's a donkey isn't it? It is. I'm afraid, a donkey.
It is isn't it? Look at those ears. Is this how she sees me? I proudly stuck it up beside my desk at work anyway. She loves me! In other matters of the heart, a certain squeeze comes back from his seemingly endless 8-day holiday tomorrow (thus conveniently missing a potentially excruciating awkward early stage of semi-relationship so ARE you my boyfriend Valentine's Day moment). And I am very very much looking forward to seeing him again. I hope he remembers I'm picking him up at the airport ... and who I am ... and stuff. And that we are having a cinematic reunion at the terminal ...
Spennan Magnast!!
Monday, February 05, 2007
Excuses Excuses Excuses
I haven't been on the Internet much lately, I've suppose I've been quite caught up in life, which is hurtling along at a frantic pace.
New things: I started my Navigation and Seamanship course, which I LOVE, even though I haven't quite got round to doing last week's homework. And it's not just because there's 23 men in the class and a Truculent Horse. Or because it's held in a boys' community school and there seem to be phallic symbols everywhere, etched into desks, tippexed onto chairs right where one might put one's pert little bottom. 'Aren't you the lucky one, getting to sit beside the only girl' I said to the man I sat down beside. But also because we get to look at maps and I now own a one-handed dividers. I have also been asked if I would like to partake in The Great Bay of Biscay Adventure again this summer and I stupidly said yes. (why why WHY? I'll discuss another time).
Also The Boy From Another Planet seems to have captured my little heart. Mostly with the array of meals he's been competently preparing for me. Little Duckling, Roast Chicken, Bacon and Poached Eggs. It's a farmyard massacre and it's impossible to leave his house. Where will it all end? Fat Camp probably. He's also been providing me with a healthy second income by sending his poker playing friends in for the slaughter. Beginners' Luck my eye. Even the barman was calling me The Poker Queen and a crowd of interested members of the public gathered to watch me display my slapdash strategy and humiliate an array of Lads. Of course now I'm not allowed play anymore but that's okay. I'm ready for Vegas.
Drama is going great as well if somewhat terrifying. 'Okay so we're going to be blindfolded for the next hour and touch each other' she said. Or words to that effect. Absolutely terrifying. Especially for Irish people. Oh My God. Touching? Touching strangers?
Damn, I have to go do my homework now.
New things: I started my Navigation and Seamanship course, which I LOVE, even though I haven't quite got round to doing last week's homework. And it's not just because there's 23 men in the class and a Truculent Horse. Or because it's held in a boys' community school and there seem to be phallic symbols everywhere, etched into desks, tippexed onto chairs right where one might put one's pert little bottom. 'Aren't you the lucky one, getting to sit beside the only girl' I said to the man I sat down beside. But also because we get to look at maps and I now own a one-handed dividers. I have also been asked if I would like to partake in The Great Bay of Biscay Adventure again this summer and I stupidly said yes. (why why WHY? I'll discuss another time).
Also The Boy From Another Planet seems to have captured my little heart. Mostly with the array of meals he's been competently preparing for me. Little Duckling, Roast Chicken, Bacon and Poached Eggs. It's a farmyard massacre and it's impossible to leave his house. Where will it all end? Fat Camp probably. He's also been providing me with a healthy second income by sending his poker playing friends in for the slaughter. Beginners' Luck my eye. Even the barman was calling me The Poker Queen and a crowd of interested members of the public gathered to watch me display my slapdash strategy and humiliate an array of Lads. Of course now I'm not allowed play anymore but that's okay. I'm ready for Vegas.
Drama is going great as well if somewhat terrifying. 'Okay so we're going to be blindfolded for the next hour and touch each other' she said. Or words to that effect. Absolutely terrifying. Especially for Irish people. Oh My God. Touching? Touching strangers?
Damn, I have to go do my homework now.
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