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Dec. 7th, 2016 11:01 pmRight, so uh. I was going to post about how I had to spend a truly nerve-wracking amount of money on computer parts on Sunday, to get the last pieces of my PC build, and now I had to spend EVEN MORE on a monitor and a gaming keyboard. Then I looked at how much just a basic keyboard costs, and felt a little bad about the super beautiful one I want. Um.
But I am probably still going to get it. It's super beautiful? And lights up pretty? And I have felt the mechanical keys in a shop once, and honestly. Oh my god.
I also kind of need to buy it all now so I can sneakily get my mother's Christmas present in amongst the other packages. It's a lightbox. Because she hates the dark nights in winter, and it's all I can think to get her. The trouble is, it's going to cost £50, and that's fine because I have a little money to throw around at the moment, but I feel like I should really get my dad something of similar value. And he doesn't really like things. Or life. So there's that. I have a pretty good idea what I'm getting my MN, ON and sister, and my YN will just have toys, he's still at that pretty easy stage. And then that'll be that. Except for dad. I bought him a bottle of whiskey for his birthday last month, and he's left it just sitting in the corner of the living room. So yeah.
Another present I'm going to buy myself: a Ghostbusters (2016) calendar full of beautiful women. It's one of the ways I'm going to make 2017 better than 2016.
Working overtime is fine. It's a lot busier, because there's a lot of things I usually just think "oh L (the other receptionist) will take care of that" about, and now she can't take care of that. It's my job. Which in some ways is nice, because it's not really hard work, and sometimes I do get a bit bored out of my skull on regular weeks. But I'm still looking forward to going back to normal next week. Today I had to do the car park system, which is a system I couldn't explain to you if I tried. We have a finite amount of car parking spaces that are all given to execs, but sometimes the execs don't use them and then we have three or four waiting lists of people who want those spaces if they aren't being used. But then if someone's coming from the Manchester office the waiting list means NOTHING, they take priority. I basically spent all day copy and pasting template emails, and staring at a spreadsheet. Tomorrow I get to see how many people don't even want the spaces I copy and pasted at them, so I can copy and paste them all over again to new people. But it's fine, and I understand it better now, which will probably help me in regular weeks too. Also I made enough mistakes earlier on when L was around to correct them, and tell me they were mistakes, that I think I avoided doing anything too ridiculous. But I will be happy when it's not my job again. Although it might become my job when L goes on maternity leave. Also I ended up brokering a feud between the bank I work at and the people who normally supply our visitor's book sheets (the new procurement guy thinks they're too expensive, apparently), and Leeds City Council called to say the company who normally sorts out our car parking might have gone into liquidation, and our permits haven't been paid. Fun times.
On the bridge on my way too/from work, there's some graffiti. One is a sticker that says "Think Positive Be Yourself". Another is spray point that says "Work Hard and Be Nice to People". I find it genuinely uplifting in a Hillary Clinton sort of a way. It certainly makes up for the fact that sometimes the attached stairs have sick or poo on them. And the sad fact that I keep seeing tents under the bridges, which I assume are for homeless people. It's a bit of a shame.
But I am probably still going to get it. It's super beautiful? And lights up pretty? And I have felt the mechanical keys in a shop once, and honestly. Oh my god.
I also kind of need to buy it all now so I can sneakily get my mother's Christmas present in amongst the other packages. It's a lightbox. Because she hates the dark nights in winter, and it's all I can think to get her. The trouble is, it's going to cost £50, and that's fine because I have a little money to throw around at the moment, but I feel like I should really get my dad something of similar value. And he doesn't really like things. Or life. So there's that. I have a pretty good idea what I'm getting my MN, ON and sister, and my YN will just have toys, he's still at that pretty easy stage. And then that'll be that. Except for dad. I bought him a bottle of whiskey for his birthday last month, and he's left it just sitting in the corner of the living room. So yeah.
Another present I'm going to buy myself: a Ghostbusters (2016) calendar full of beautiful women. It's one of the ways I'm going to make 2017 better than 2016.
Working overtime is fine. It's a lot busier, because there's a lot of things I usually just think "oh L (the other receptionist) will take care of that" about, and now she can't take care of that. It's my job. Which in some ways is nice, because it's not really hard work, and sometimes I do get a bit bored out of my skull on regular weeks. But I'm still looking forward to going back to normal next week. Today I had to do the car park system, which is a system I couldn't explain to you if I tried. We have a finite amount of car parking spaces that are all given to execs, but sometimes the execs don't use them and then we have three or four waiting lists of people who want those spaces if they aren't being used. But then if someone's coming from the Manchester office the waiting list means NOTHING, they take priority. I basically spent all day copy and pasting template emails, and staring at a spreadsheet. Tomorrow I get to see how many people don't even want the spaces I copy and pasted at them, so I can copy and paste them all over again to new people. But it's fine, and I understand it better now, which will probably help me in regular weeks too. Also I made enough mistakes earlier on when L was around to correct them, and tell me they were mistakes, that I think I avoided doing anything too ridiculous. But I will be happy when it's not my job again. Although it might become my job when L goes on maternity leave. Also I ended up brokering a feud between the bank I work at and the people who normally supply our visitor's book sheets (the new procurement guy thinks they're too expensive, apparently), and Leeds City Council called to say the company who normally sorts out our car parking might have gone into liquidation, and our permits haven't been paid. Fun times.
On the bridge on my way too/from work, there's some graffiti. One is a sticker that says "Think Positive Be Yourself". Another is spray point that says "Work Hard and Be Nice to People". I find it genuinely uplifting in a Hillary Clinton sort of a way. It certainly makes up for the fact that sometimes the attached stairs have sick or poo on them. And the sad fact that I keep seeing tents under the bridges, which I assume are for homeless people. It's a bit of a shame.
