If I was a famous pin up - who would I be?
| You are Betty Grable |
The ulitmate girl next door
You're the perfect girl for most guys
Pretty yet approachable. Beautiful yet real. |
So I did the Wiki thing
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Betty_Grable
To Whine is a Crime
The girls at work and me have made a pledge to stop whining about everything at work.
We’ve realised that we are lucky we have our health, good families and jobs (I wouldn’t go a far as saying good!) There are lots of opportunities in life for us, so as things go we’re very fortunate… Yet we still moan!!
It started off with a newspaper article that Lisa and I read over the weekend. A church pastor in America was fed up with all the moaning his wealthy, healthy congregation were doing that he issued them all wristbands and made them promise to not moan for 2 weeks. If they forgot and moaned then they would have to switch the wristband to their other wrist and start again for 2 weeks.
It sounds all well and good, until you actually try. Go on give it a go if you can! I spend 10 minutes in my no moaning pledge and I fell off the wagon. I don’t know what it is about work but some things are just sooo annoying. Especially with e-mail, people can annoy you from long distances!!! Without ever meeting you!!!!
So I’ve tried really hard to be an unmoaning person. When confronted with an issue from a senior manager I appreciated the challenge to assert myself – rather than muttering that it wasn’t my problem and that they should bother someone else.
This has made me think, perhaps I do moan a lot – especially without reason, but then I’m a girl we are programmed to whine about things, we do a lot of chatting moaning about boys, work, our hair, lack of money (because we’ve spent it on rubbish things) it’s what has bonds us.
So Whinging makes the world go round, but on the face of it – I have very little to moan about but hormones don’t half make you a miserable grotbag!!!
Parking Fine...
…Which I took to be a compliment. Well OK it’s the oldest gag in the book
Huge dilemma. As I may have mentioned before I drive to work which I know is bad, but I’ve been faffed around soooo much on public transport I really can’t face it anymore. At least under my own transport methods I get a seat, I listen to my choice of music (poor) and control the temperature if I want to be warm I will be, if I want to be cool I can be. Most importantly of all I don’t have to cope with being groped by undiserables who take the opportunity of a crowded train carriage to press against you… Grim.
My work has a deal with a car park nearby. We get a parking pass and the fee is debited from my salary every 4 weeks so I don’t have to be hassled with having parking money and normally get a space no problem, and it’s reasonably safe. However, after Easter the fee is going up to £100 every 4 weeks. £1,300 a year just to park my car.
I’m not happy about this ginormous increase and as such I’ve written to cancel my pass. So now I’ve got to decide if I go for the pay and display nearby which is £3.50 per day which you have to be there quite early to get a space, or take my life in my own hands and go for the £2 a day Bronx car park. The Bronx is about a 20-30 minute walk from my office, however thre has been a number of people mugged on the way their and back. A girl from my netball team was beaten up and had her car stolen when she got to the carpark one late evening. So there is the dilemma. Do you pay more for safety and comfort? Or do I risk life and limb and some scrote taking a shine to my Bug and decking me for it.
My other option is quite scary in itself… Get the train. A fellow blogger "the faceless businessman" has stories of woe and hassle on the journey from Bolton to Manchester and work is rubbish enough without the palava of late, over crowded public transport. I would normally think that these tales are exaggerated for comic effect – however I know as a true fact from my train days that these stories are true and accurate.
So my choice is simple get up early have lots of change and pay for the £3.50 car park and at least if I’m off work, or at a different site, I’m not paying for an empty car park space.
If only I could quit my job and live the life of leisure but then who would pay for all my trips and things?
Labels: parking, trains
