3 posts tagged “cats cats cats”
Hello! And thank goodness it's Friday. I'm not doing this again. I've come to terms with the fact that I am a sporadic blogger rather than a regular one. This blog will be quality and not quantity in the future. At least the second part of that sentence is true. I was going to write about how happiness is the biggest hurdle to overcome when it comes to finding an incentive to blog; how I'm not sure if I've compromised my childhood dreams or just realised they were never right for me; how I don't know if these are coffee grains or mouse droppings all over my desk... ...but I think I'll just leave you, in the best traditions of the internet, with a picture of a cat: Have awesome weekends, everyone. I am going O-U-T tonight and I can't wait. Roll on 6pm.
Hello blog! I've been very neglectful lately, because I've sort of forgotten how this thing works. I might announce that I'm leaving so you can all cry and tell me how fabulous I am, only for me to come swishing back the next day. But that might backfire if no-one comments. Hmm.
Anyway - I have been working from home of late and it is brilliant. I'm back living in suburbia, minding my parents' ungrateful cat for a week while they swan off on holiday. Working from home is the greatest invention ever. I can work in my pyjamas! I can watch daytime tv, which is even worse than usual during the summer holidays! I can listen to Bis all day! If I want to have a nap - even a three hour nap - I can! Most importantly, there's no need to spend hours commuting. I use that time instead to sleep and eat biscuits - a most excellent trade-off.
In the afternoons, I can go on a Cat Walk around the suburbs, checking out the neighbourhood felines and awarding them points for friendliness, grooming and obesity. One I have termed the DogCat comes top. He is like a barrel of lard balanced on stumpy legs and you can hear him pounding down the pavement. He stops at your feet and angles his neck slightly and gazes up with a look of abject horror in his eyes, pleading silently for help. He knows he shouldn't weigh five stone. And yet he is powerless in the face of sweet, delicious Whiskas.
I have missed suburbia, with its perfectly manicured lawns, its posters in the windows proclaiming what the houseowners hate (No Tram! No Controlled Parking Zone! No Blacks No Dogs No Irish!), its pious Abel & Cole boxes wedged beautifully next to its green recycling boxes. It's boring, yes, but it's quiet and mannered and no-one gets knifed down the road or has parties til 4am.
I digress. Not many people are allowed to work from home, but I have got a reputation as a Trouble Maker with my talk of unions and pay rises and health & safety inspections. I am Stirring Things Up. I am Red Fox in the Snow. My team leader was only too glad to be shot of me. I had a brief moment of despair yesterday when I realised that before I did my Masters I was in a job that I enjoyed more than this one and that paid significantly more, despite being in the charity sector.
I have returned to the office today and there are mouse droppings on my desk, again.
On Saturday night, my housemate and I decided that we need to do more with our lives than (a) drink wine and (b) watch Find A Joseph or whatever it's called on BBC1. (Although, as a side note, it is the most inadvertently homoerotic show on telly. Especially the end bit where they sing at the losing Joseph and cry and strip him of his coat and touch each other more than is necessary.)
