Thursday, September 02, 2004
What a day. Eight hours at work and I've feel like I've accomplished not-a-damn-thing. It's so frustrating trying desperately to work and all you here is someone's GRATING voice in the background ALL DAY. Constantly. I was completely unaware that someone could a) use so many words to say so little and b) speak these words at such a tempo and volume as to be heard by not only the person being spoke AT (not a flippant choice of words) but the entire Greater Manchester area. IT LIKE IF I SPOKE LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME. Yes, I'm American and heir to one of the most droning accents in the world, but seriously, I'm practically suicidal after today.
I think tomorrow is going to be a short day. No, tomorrow might be a come-into-work-late-and-stay-late day to minimise contact with THE VOICE. Its this or building a small fortress around my desk and pelting all those who draw near with spit-wads. A very Dilbertesque idea. Might consider recruiting some of my like-minded work mates to build a barricade. Fantastic Friday afternoon activity. I'll be sure to post photos.
Which of course takes me back to the wedding photos. Four words. Pain. In. My. Ass. I've put in way too much work for an album that will be shoved onto a shelf somewhere only to be brought out to torture innocent house guests. (The only good thin is that there are some SUPERB pictures of me - if your going to torture guests, might as well do it will pretty pictures). It will be done tonight and may it never-ever darken my door again. But remember, if you come 'round and Giles reaches for that shelf... run like you're being chased by Mr Bush and the Religious Right (The logic being that the same people who want to look at the photos will also want to talk to the Bushster).
And I have some good news (or bad news, depending on how you deal with change) I'm retiring this weblog (GASP! SHOCK-HORROR! SOBS!). Before you start pining for the good old days when I was a raving-panic-stricken-bride-to-be we all need to take a good look at ourselves and think "Was I really going to spend the rest of my life enjoying the slow-and-painful deterioration of this poor girl?" No. It would be cruel and unusual (most countries have a law against it) and a little bit sad as well. I am actually a normally sane, if eccentric person. Please don't label me.
I need a change. Really I do. I'm stuck in a rut with all this wedding stuff and want to move on, but feel like I can't while I still have the "countdown to a wedding" weblog. It's holding me in the past when I just want to embrace the future hand in hand with my new husband frolicking in our new life together.
And Ninety-nine percent of that was complete bollocks*.
I'm done with weddings now (excepting the occasional attendance and mild misbehaviour), so I'm done with the weblog. It will however rise from its own ashes; I've started putting together a new site. Granted, it WAS technically one of my pre-exam assignments but I killed two birds with one stone.
--Can I just say, I spent all BANK HOLIDAY weekend on these pre-exam assignments. I WANTED TO CRY. Actually, I wanted to go down to the pub. I've already had one marked and I passed (little dance)! Only three more..--
So the new weblog - as of next Monday - will be re-incarnated as... don't know yet. I haven't really come up with a catchy name as such... but I promise I'll have one by next week (or so). But it will be a bit more well rounded and the subject won't be as focused as me fitting about a wedding. It will probably be more like... me fitting about anything and everything and a cleaver and infinitely readable way. I might give Giles a guest spot to shake things up a bit, though I might have to censor him. He gets a bit out of hand sometimes. BTW is sarcasm obvious over the internet?
If you want a sneak peek visit www.oesterle-crowther.com/oc. Its like AND ENTIRE SITE JUST LIKE THIS WEBLOG! Oh! My! God!
Enjoy!
* I just had a spark of inspiration but I can't add it in here because you wouldn't understand until you read further. Add a British-American glossary to the website! How many Americans can pronounce bollocks let along know what it means? Absolute genius!
I think tomorrow is going to be a short day. No, tomorrow might be a come-into-work-late-and-stay-late day to minimise contact with THE VOICE. Its this or building a small fortress around my desk and pelting all those who draw near with spit-wads. A very Dilbertesque idea. Might consider recruiting some of my like-minded work mates to build a barricade. Fantastic Friday afternoon activity. I'll be sure to post photos.
Which of course takes me back to the wedding photos. Four words. Pain. In. My. Ass. I've put in way too much work for an album that will be shoved onto a shelf somewhere only to be brought out to torture innocent house guests. (The only good thin is that there are some SUPERB pictures of me - if your going to torture guests, might as well do it will pretty pictures). It will be done tonight and may it never-ever darken my door again. But remember, if you come 'round and Giles reaches for that shelf... run like you're being chased by Mr Bush and the Religious Right (The logic being that the same people who want to look at the photos will also want to talk to the Bushster).
And I have some good news (or bad news, depending on how you deal with change) I'm retiring this weblog (GASP! SHOCK-HORROR! SOBS!). Before you start pining for the good old days when I was a raving-panic-stricken-bride-to-be we all need to take a good look at ourselves and think "Was I really going to spend the rest of my life enjoying the slow-and-painful deterioration of this poor girl?" No. It would be cruel and unusual (most countries have a law against it) and a little bit sad as well. I am actually a normally sane, if eccentric person. Please don't label me.
I need a change. Really I do. I'm stuck in a rut with all this wedding stuff and want to move on, but feel like I can't while I still have the "countdown to a wedding" weblog. It's holding me in the past when I just want to embrace the future hand in hand with my new husband frolicking in our new life together.
And Ninety-nine percent of that was complete bollocks*.
I'm done with weddings now (excepting the occasional attendance and mild misbehaviour), so I'm done with the weblog. It will however rise from its own ashes; I've started putting together a new site. Granted, it WAS technically one of my pre-exam assignments but I killed two birds with one stone.
--Can I just say, I spent all BANK HOLIDAY weekend on these pre-exam assignments. I WANTED TO CRY. Actually, I wanted to go down to the pub. I've already had one marked and I passed (little dance)! Only three more..--
So the new weblog - as of next Monday - will be re-incarnated as... don't know yet. I haven't really come up with a catchy name as such... but I promise I'll have one by next week (or so). But it will be a bit more well rounded and the subject won't be as focused as me fitting about a wedding. It will probably be more like... me fitting about anything and everything and a cleaver and infinitely readable way. I might give Giles a guest spot to shake things up a bit, though I might have to censor him. He gets a bit out of hand sometimes. BTW is sarcasm obvious over the internet?
If you want a sneak peek visit www.oesterle-crowther.com/oc. Its like AND ENTIRE SITE JUST LIKE THIS WEBLOG! Oh! My! God!
Enjoy!
* I just had a spark of inspiration but I can't add it in here because you wouldn't understand until you read further. Add a British-American glossary to the website! How many Americans can pronounce bollocks let along know what it means? Absolute genius!
