Quite uninteresting but sometimes funny…

This is just gonna be a short post. I have loads and more stuff to do at work all of a sudden which made me do some onlineshopping that I really cant afford during my lunchbreak. Worst thing is I have to buy a pair of matching boots to my new outfit and the ones I want is…a bit pricey…

Anyway, before I leave for the weekend, I would like to share a scary story in these, the times of Halloween. Yesterday I had to take my train home with about a thousand other people. Im standing facing the doors and there is a man standing next to me with his back at the doors. At first glance he look like a normal suit, listening to his ipod, holding a newspaper. Then I realise hes holding the newspaper over his mouth and it looks like his mouth is moving. I laugh for myself and think that hes miming with the song and dont want anyone esle to see. But then I look out of the glassdoors and see the guys reflection and I see that hes not miming at all. Hes biting and chewing his newspaper. With the same frenesy as my sisters cat when she plays with plastic bags. Then he looked at me with a psyko stare in his eyes. It was obvious that Ive seen him, but without feeling ashamed he kept biting and chewing and ripping of bits of his newspaper. And that guy I had to stand so close that we could had have intercorse without anyone noticing for a solid 20 min. Nice…

Have a nice weekend, I know I will!

xx
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Sorry for sounding like a 14yr old, but OMFG!!! Im in pain! I usually go around in my baggy jeans, sneakers and fashionable “street” jacket (which cost me way more than I can afford!) but today I decided to wear my coat. Its getting well cold over here. Anyway, my baggy jeans doesnt match my coat, so I thought I should give the old skinny jeans a chance for comeback. Said and done. It took me 20min to get the jeans on properly cause apparently Ive gained a lot of weight since I wore them last which was like 6 months ago. They looked good thou, had a bit trouble breathing, but I thought that I would get used to that as the day went on. I put on my boots and stepped out, already late for the train. And then I started walking. The first meters went fine, but then! I had totally forgot how it feels walking around in jeans, sitting so tight they could be your skin. I was bascially like working out. I coulnd take to big steps and the jeans where so tight that moving my legs back and forward was amazingly hard. Ive got to start working out again! I mean, if I get tired from walking in skinny jeans, then somethings def wrong!
Now Im at work, ´sitting down, hoping the jeans will stretch out during the day. Ive owned this pair of jeans for two yrs so I know the dont strech that much, but one can only hope. What I know is that Im going back to my baggy jeans tomorrow. The baggy jeans doesnt care if Ive gained weight and is a bit fat, the baggy jeans always makes me look good!
Oh, god, even sitting down is hard. It feels like having that annoying Gilligan from you are what you eat around my legs screaming “eat more fruit” or something.

By the way, I had a creepy experience on my way home yesterday When I got off at my station there where more people there than I ever knew lived in my neighbourhood. I had to stand in a que to  get up the stairs from the platform and off course I got jammed between the old smelly guy on one side, the ugly teenager eating cheese and onion crisps (whichs smells horrible!) on the other and right behind the fat lady who breaths very loudly and walks slower than a snail! I rushed out of there as soon as I could and eating cheese and onion crisps in public should be banned! People complain about smoking, and I know that smoking is worse, but people eating smelly food in crowded areas? Shame on you! Makes me think of my hate for old pensioners who, on a hot summers day take up a banana in the underground. The train is packed, sweaty and hot and then some old person takes up a mushy half brown BANANA! And those thing smells! If someone calls me when Im on the tube, I always tell them Ill call back, even if Im not in the “quiet” area, cause I think its rude to talk in your phone on the train, and if I shows respect, so should them!

I think a need a cigarette,

Ill be back!

xx

P

Have been helping out the UK dep on my job with phonecalls. The first 40 min went good, due to no calls, but then, off course the phone was ringing. The first two calls went good but the third…was an old old guy who spoke with a wheezing voice and I could honestly not understand a word of what he was saying! And there is a limit to how many times you can say: “could you repeat that please?”. On my old job it was the Danes or the Norwegians and i hate, hate, hate that. When you dont understand the person on the other end. It makes me feel stupid like I dont know what im talking about (which I usually dont,  I make it up as it goes along). What is wrong with some people? Take a strepsil and articulate! How the hell am I supposed to understand someone who wheezes like an old cat on its deathbed?

And now to other quite uninteresting things. I have, after agreeing with IL, decided to boycott Halloween. Mostly beacuse I cant take one more yr of annoying kids that try to scare you, girls with skirts that look like belts and drunk guys in illfitting superhero costumes that try to hit on you on the underground on you way home. Last year was fun thou with Els wearing her famous spideroutfit with 6 extra legs taped to her body. Me and IL and Lee are going out on saturday instead in hope that the worst halloween assholes will stay in due to headace or puking or explaining to their girlfriends/boyfriends why they slept with that halloween verision of Jack Sparrow/Bellydancer/Hore/Superman and so on. Apparently we might go to a gig that ILs new little friend had. He is like sooo coool! Haha! A true Rockstäär! as IL said it.

Ive also made the decision that me and AJ are gonna win 20million£ on the euromillions on friday. I really need a flat of my own but unfortunally I cant afford one. Found a nice one that I could afford if i had a loan and paid a monthly mortage and then, in 25-30yrs time, that flat would be mine! Doesnt sound quite worth it to be honest…so thats why Ive made the decision that me and AJ are gonna win. It is as simple as that.
Well, one can hope. Do hate the fact that a few weeks ago this 18yr old girl who “played for the second time” won 8million£!! Its like “youre 18 now, time to work and earn your living in the real world, oh no wait! Here you have 8million£, you dont have to work a day in your life!”. Yes Im incredible jelaous…

Anyway have to do some  various important stuff now. Im such an vital meber of this team! I can feel it!

xx

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I am beyond bored right now. And I just realised Im poor again. Even thou I got paid on friday. And wont get paid again until the 26th of November…well, nothing strenghten the spirit as living on noodles!

I really should be keeping on with my job, but at this moment when I realise Ive done the most of the job today, I think “hm…lets finish that tomorrow!” Plus Ive been good today, 10min early instead of my usual 10min late due to faulty trains.

I need a sewingmachine, anyone? Please? Im gonna sew my own curtains. I found this wooonderful William Morris inspired fabric on ebay that was cehap cheap cheap, so yes Im turning in to an old lady buying fabric and sewing curtains. Not even a cool “my own design dress”, no curtains!

Ten minutes to go now…

I think Im gonna sneak out a bit early, Ive earned it! Ok, really I havent, but who cares? I would like some company tonight but no, my so called boyfriend is “busy”. Ok, he really is, but Im grumpy enough to pretend its his fault. Which reminds me Im not only turning in to an old lady, Ive also become one of those women who talk about their boyfriends all the time! I used to hate people like that so now when Ive becomed one I fear for what to come…

I have been looking for the release date for “Let the Right One In” in UK and the only releasedate ive found is for a filmfestival earlier this summer. It seems to me its not gonna be on the cinemas here! Which is insane, even USA loves it! No, UK are waiting for the english remake!! I cant belive they are doing a remake of it. I havent even seen it yet, but all the reviews where amazing. And I loved the book when it came out so I really want to see the movie!

Well, well! Look at that! 17.29!

See you tomorrow!

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After complaints Im changing the name Bingley to AJ, everyone OK with that? OK, so from now on, AJ.

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Just sat in phone que with Barclays and their hold music is also one of those that makes me want to cut my ears off, why oh, why?

Talking about cutting my ears off, anyone seen latest season of Hells Kitchen USA? Theres been this really bitchy girl called Jen there. Me and Bingley hate her and we where so happy when she got voted out last night! She claimed that she was the girl with the most style in HK, but with that haircut, oh, no, you filthy liar! She was rude and bitchy and oh, god her voice made me want to scream!

To Jen, please see a REAL stylist who can fix your oh, so badly done hair! And if you have dark skin, do not, I repeat, do not colour your hair BLONDE!!!

xx

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Ive just spent 30min on the phone with MINT, my creditcard company. I promise you that 20 of these minutes where me being put on hold. MINT is a great company with low rates and intrest free during the 56 first days and so on, but their hold music was one of the worst thing I ever heard! Imagine trance, but slowed down. It was so weird and loud! Horrible. When I worked on Philips, we had a holdmusic that was even worse. It was the worst kind of samba ever! Loud and horrible there was people shouting (in a “samba manner”), people blowing whistles and a drummer that sounded like he was on speed. Everyone of our customers complained about that hold music. After a while they changed it to classical. Which was not the best, but totally OK to listen to. For half a day they had that classical music. Then the company decided to change back to the samba music. I almosty cried, cause it wasnt only the customers that had to listen to that shit, we who sat on the phone had to do that as well.
Music on Hold (MOH, as its proffessional name is) is a phenomenon started as something nice for the customers to hear while calling a company or simular. Its most common in the customer service area and my guess is when it was new people liked it, but now?! Honestly! Companys choose the cheapest lamest songs possible which only makes customers angry and unwilling to co operate. I rather have a silence with an annoying voice announcing my place in the que now and then than that frickin MOH!

So, whats my point with this post? This, and this only: Hold music is, and always will be highly annoying!

xx

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Is there anyone more than me that feels like its totally OK to go home 5.20 when you are supposed to leave at 5.30? I mean its only 10 min and if I stay or leave does not effect anyone else. It not like on my last job, if you where late one minute you got one minute less pay, but on the other hand they expected us to stay behind if we got a call that lasted over 4 o’clock, when I used to finish.
I like my new job a lot, but at the moment its a bit boring to be honest. You know the drill, the mind starts wandering, your eyes get that distant stare and someone has to scream at you for you to snap out of it. Well that was me about two minutes ago. Then the girl that sit next to me started shout in italian and that woke me up. This day has honestly been one of the most boring days ever.
Slow like a slug its been spreading a thick grey slime over my day. And when I get home I have to shop for groceries, fix my curtainpole, do laundry, cook food, vaccum my floor and put new sheets in the to bed. And then, maybe then I can relax on my inflatable mattres which I have to share tonight. Im not on top at the moment. not at all. Oh, almost forgot! Im poor again! Yay!

Sod it, im going home now!

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Have had a nice weekend which started with staying in on friday eating like a pig. Ive been quite poor recently due to going from weekly pay to monthly so when I got paid on friday, I bought lots of food and spent the rest of the night in a food/candy coma. Which where nice.
Woke up at 12 in surbiton the next morning and realised I had promised IL to help her move that day. In Putney. Which is a 1h and 30min busride from Surbiton. Ah, well shit happens. I decided to meet up with IL and Lee later that evening for a pint or two in Clapham anyway.
Spent rest of saturday eating and laying on the sofa while Bingley was doing the washing up as usual. Then I saw the funniest episode of Wife Swap ever! One of the familys where pretty strict and they didnt spent much time together, but the husband and the wife where pretty equal sharing chores and stuff. The OTHER family was the funny one! They had two kids that where both home schooled and had no friend and said that their parents where their best friends. PLUS they where always wearing medivial costumes! They had no phone, no TV and enjoyed playing rollplays together. They all had their alterego and as phys ed on their homeschooling they did sworddancing. Plus the dad was a “king” and was treated as such whenever he was at home. When the medevial mom went to the other house, she broke down and cried cause the husband in that family should be treated as a king and should not do any chores whatsoever. Women like that, I just want to punch in the face!

I have been known to do a bit of dressup once a yr, but there is a time and a place for that and I would never go around in town with a cloak or simular. Thats just plain weird. I laughed my head off and was having a hard time getting people like this exist and why, if they are so obsessed whit medivial times, dont they move out on the country insted of living in the suburbs?! Beats me.

Anyway, then I met up with Lee and IL in Clapham. Or at first, it was just me an IL. There we where sitting waiting for Lee and then I see a mixutre of scare and shock in ILs face and then she says: “look behind you…now…” I look and I see two girls in mini skirts and tops that where basically a stamp with some strings around the neck. And no bra…no bra and gigantic silicone boobs…and beacause me and IL saw the side of them, we saw everything. It was, like IL said; like a traffic accident. You dont want to look but you just cant stop. Lee missed the show due to being late, haha!

On sunday I woke up bright and early (9) and actually went up straight away. Cause I was going to IKEA! With IL and her flatmates! It seemed like such a good idea, but as I think you can guess, it wasnt. Or to be far, i did get everything I needed but damn, it was LOADS of people there. Worst thing was when I was on my way home with a biiiig bag weighing about 100kg and couldnt get a taxi from the undergroundstation, which ment I had to drag that hell of a bag home by myself. Managed to get it up on my back holding a curtainpole in one hand and my handbag in the other! I thought I was going to cry of happiness when I got in the door. Then I met problem no two: washing my duvet and then the clean sheets I bought. Which basically ment it was 2 in the morning before I could go to bed due to waiting for sheets to finish washing/tubling. It all ended with me sleeping on semi wet sheets being cold the whole night. So I woke up kinda moist all over. That kind of moist you are when youve slept in a tent. And my room was stone cold, Im having a cold, I overslept and was late for work…again…plus my shoulders are acheing like hell due to carrying IKEA stuff…but Im keeping my hopes up of a better day.

xx

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I read this really funny blogpost that a friend of me wrote. It was about him being so annoyed with a guy he works with and it made me laugh so hard! Yesterday i posted a long post about my old workmates in Stockholm and now Ive been thinking about all the weird people one have worked with during the years, starting with summerjobs, ending up in offices. PB is a great example on a guy who is a bit to much.
I also started thinking about office gossip. Me myself being the center of some very weird rumors at my old workingplace here in London. Such as I was having an affair with Giles, the 35 yr old married IT guy. Who is half my height and drives a motorcyckle. And have a Jester tatooed on his back. Which he showed me infront of everyone. Yep he took of his sweater in the middle off the office…That may seem like a thing that sparked the rumors, but in reality it was nothing like that. We just talked a bit on breaks. But Giles is one weird guy, I have to say.
It was always about who did who and so on. Working there was like working in a mixture of Big Brother and High School! And talking about school, where gossip and rumors are going around like crazy, that was just horrible!
When I was 14 an, then, enemy of mine spred the rumor that I was pregnant, which obviously wasnt true, but in the end made me think that I was fat, shallow as you are when your 14. When I was 16 it came out that Ive kissed two girls (experimenting, hello!) and then everyone thought I was gay! Yep, I was the weird girl who had a lot of eyeliner, listened to Led Zeppelin and who everyone thought where gay. And then I had a secret affair with the most populair guy in school which chocked everyone when it came out (doesnt it always?). I think its true what Juno says in the excellent movie “Juno”, that the populair guys pretends to like the sweet, goodlooking girls, but in reality they like freakish girls who hardly fits in as cute. Ah, well who knows? Those where crazy days of smoking, shoplifting and cutting class. Thats the only period of my schoolyears I remeber with joy. But Ill rather die than go back to be 16 again!

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