I'm not a fan of the dark, so it's quite common for me to fall asleep halfway through writing something in Word, updating files or chatting on facebook. And while i sleep, my pc usually sits quietly, gently humming through the night until i wake and search through iTunes for the perfect getting up song.
I know some stuff, but next to Joe Average i don't know that much about computers. To be fair, i've had my PC for a two years and we've been close close buddies, and, thank god, i have never been infected with any nasty cyber virus. Here at home with the parentals, where everyone works nine to fives and the house goes deathly quiet before ten, me and my pc have been there for each other- keeping each other company into the wee hours.
Until thursday. That night, I had begun to download some stuff and as usual, fell asleep watching the up and down speeds rise and fall. But as i slept, my PC suddenly got very sick (N.B How girly do i sound??!) and suffered in silence through the night as virus after virus attacked it (I would like to point out at this point that yes, i do have anti-EVERYTHING software... but clearly it *cough*McAfee*cough* didn't feel like working at four in the morning...I'm an Avira girl now).
I felt sick when i saw it in the morning. All my files had been corrupted. Pictures and documents were infected (THANK GOD i always email copies to myself and have photos backed up on Facebook) and the virus was stopping my computer doing anything. Poor thing. It's Sunday and thanks to my friend i'm finally back online and (fingers crossed) virus free.
You have to wonder... what kind of people write these things? What kind of guy (no offence, but i don't know many girls that can write a virus... we have more important things on our minds) sits in his room and thinks "gee, i'm bored as hell. I know! Why don't i create a virus to fuck up someone's computer? Yeah! I'll do that!". With skills like that they could be working for NASA for god's sake... but instead they mess up the lives of pretty little redheads who love nothing more than sitting and writing in the the dark hours, or watching SATC while everyone's in bed.
Bastards.
Sunday, 31 August 2008
Happy and skint, or rich and sad?
"...so anyway, i thought i should give you a ring Rachel. I'm really sad to have to tell you this but your loan was refused."
"Oh. right. that's a shame."
"Yeah, i know. I know you really wanted it to go through y'know? I passed it upwards and it came back because there was a little.. er.. difference between your employment and education."
"What do you mean?"
"Well... you're a bartender."
"And?"
"Well.. you have a degree and, the equivalent of a masters is it?"
"post grad diploma."
"Well, with qualifications like that it doesn't seem like a good investment to us to give a loan to you until you get a proper job."
"What do you mean by proper job? it takes ages to get a good portfolio together. especially if i want to work in magazines."
"Well, can you get a proper job while you sort your portfiolio?"
"Like what?"
"Like a clerical job or something? have you tried graduate recruitment?"
"Whats the point of doing that? That won't help me advance in journalism or writing at all. I'm happy doing it in my own time and working night shifts suits me."
"Well, what about just a nice to five job temping?"
"But i'm totally happy where i am, juggling my writing and dancing with my job!"
"But you should be able to fine a job in magazine journalism really easily?"
"It's doesn't work like that. It's not like medicine where you float straight into a job from uni. You need a portfolio that's full to the brim."
"Well, that's fine. But until your employment and education match we can't give you a loan."
"Well, thanks for all your help."
"Oh. right. that's a shame."
"Yeah, i know. I know you really wanted it to go through y'know? I passed it upwards and it came back because there was a little.. er.. difference between your employment and education."
"What do you mean?"
"Well... you're a bartender."
"And?"
"Well.. you have a degree and, the equivalent of a masters is it?"
"post grad diploma."
"Well, with qualifications like that it doesn't seem like a good investment to us to give a loan to you until you get a proper job."
"What do you mean by proper job? it takes ages to get a good portfolio together. especially if i want to work in magazines."
"Well, can you get a proper job while you sort your portfiolio?"
"Like what?"
"Like a clerical job or something? have you tried graduate recruitment?"
"Whats the point of doing that? That won't help me advance in journalism or writing at all. I'm happy doing it in my own time and working night shifts suits me."
"Well, what about just a nice to five job temping?"
"But i'm totally happy where i am, juggling my writing and dancing with my job!"
"But you should be able to fine a job in magazine journalism really easily?"
"It's doesn't work like that. It's not like medicine where you float straight into a job from uni. You need a portfolio that's full to the brim."
"Well, that's fine. But until your employment and education match we can't give you a loan."
"Well, thanks for all your help."
Monday, 4 August 2008
Daily Dilemma Number Fifteen: Girlfiends and Boyfriends
I'm angry today. Mainly because i slept funny and my neck hurts. Plus we ran out of milk and i really wanted porridge this morning. But also because i'm beginning to get more and more pissed off with people assuming i'm seeing a guy just because i'm good friends with them.
For example, i'm rushing to town two weeks ago (late as usual) to meet a mate. I'm on the phone to my ex, Dan who begins to coo when i state that i'm meeting a male friend. "OOOOhhh Ray. Are you going on a date?", "No!" I shout, "He's just a mate."
I don't understand why a girl can't have guy mates without everyone assuming that she is seeing one of them. Saying that implied i have no self-control and in many ways, i'm basically a slag. That's totally not fair.
I've always found it easier to get on with guys. They don't give you bullshit, tell you exactly what you need to hear, and are always there to put a strong arm around you and tell you things will be fine, stop being such a girl and let's go get a beer. I love that. Some of my closest mates ever have been guys, while my best girl mate freindships have been turbulent to say the least.
When i was in halls at uni, i lived in a flat with five other girls. Sure, it was fun a lot of the time, but there was large amount of screaming, shouting, swearing, undercover bitching and annoying cliques forming. You couldn't tell one something because you know it would get back to everyone else and before you knew it, you have five knives sticking out your back. I don't know where i would have been if it were not for my lad mates that let me escape to their flats when things got heated.
Normally, when i'm in a relationship, having guy mates is fine, becuase everyone knows you're in a relationship. But when you happen to be newly single, and part of the horrific rumour mill that is the bar industry, having guys mates can be really frustrating. Without some of them, i'd be a very different person. True, i have way too many clothes, love fashion, music, sex and the city, shopping and other girly things...but you can't exaclty talk to your best mate about Top Gear, Final Fantasy Seven and Marvel comics can you?
No you can't.
For example, i'm rushing to town two weeks ago (late as usual) to meet a mate. I'm on the phone to my ex, Dan who begins to coo when i state that i'm meeting a male friend. "OOOOhhh Ray. Are you going on a date?", "No!" I shout, "He's just a mate."
I don't understand why a girl can't have guy mates without everyone assuming that she is seeing one of them. Saying that implied i have no self-control and in many ways, i'm basically a slag. That's totally not fair.
I've always found it easier to get on with guys. They don't give you bullshit, tell you exactly what you need to hear, and are always there to put a strong arm around you and tell you things will be fine, stop being such a girl and let's go get a beer. I love that. Some of my closest mates ever have been guys, while my best girl mate freindships have been turbulent to say the least.
When i was in halls at uni, i lived in a flat with five other girls. Sure, it was fun a lot of the time, but there was large amount of screaming, shouting, swearing, undercover bitching and annoying cliques forming. You couldn't tell one something because you know it would get back to everyone else and before you knew it, you have five knives sticking out your back. I don't know where i would have been if it were not for my lad mates that let me escape to their flats when things got heated.
Normally, when i'm in a relationship, having guy mates is fine, becuase everyone knows you're in a relationship. But when you happen to be newly single, and part of the horrific rumour mill that is the bar industry, having guys mates can be really frustrating. Without some of them, i'd be a very different person. True, i have way too many clothes, love fashion, music, sex and the city, shopping and other girly things...but you can't exaclty talk to your best mate about Top Gear, Final Fantasy Seven and Marvel comics can you?
No you can't.
Dilemma Number Fourteen: We're having a tan tan....
Fake tanning... the bain of my life.
At work today i threw my hair back into a ponytail (to get down to come serious work obv) and noticed a fucking white ring around my wrist where i had forgotten to take my hairband off when putting fake tan on. For fucks sake.
Over the years i've come to terms with the gingerness. That's cool. But the pastiness is my new moaning point. It's not fun when you point blank avoid colours when clothes shopping because your pasty shit white skin will clash. To remedy this, and to avoid streaks through fake tanning (see above for tanning gaff..)i decided to visit a tanning shop. Which was fun until the lasy politely informed me that if i have a lot of freckles, tanning can be a bit dangerous and i really should be either avoiding it all together or wearing near sun block. Thanks love- you think MAYBE you could have told me that when i started coming a month ago?
I read somewhere that freckles are a pigment malfunction... when you're skin pigment systems get a little confused. Fountian of all knowledge,wikipedia, says that freckles are clusters of melanin (?) which are visible on light skin. They say that when melanin is concentrated in places instead of evenly spread in the case of dark and olive skinned people (you bastards) the tolerance to UV light is lower, hence why us milkbottles are more likely to get skin cancer. So it's bye bye tan tan, hello tan in a bottle.
Fake tanning is a lot harder than it looks. I mean, are you supposed to leave underwear lines like a real tan? How do you recreate that telltale just-burnt cheeks? And how the HELL are you supposed to get the middle of your back? Do you need a degree in engineering or something?
At work today i threw my hair back into a ponytail (to get down to come serious work obv) and noticed a fucking white ring around my wrist where i had forgotten to take my hairband off when putting fake tan on. For fucks sake.
Over the years i've come to terms with the gingerness. That's cool. But the pastiness is my new moaning point. It's not fun when you point blank avoid colours when clothes shopping because your pasty shit white skin will clash. To remedy this, and to avoid streaks through fake tanning (see above for tanning gaff..)i decided to visit a tanning shop. Which was fun until the lasy politely informed me that if i have a lot of freckles, tanning can be a bit dangerous and i really should be either avoiding it all together or wearing near sun block. Thanks love- you think MAYBE you could have told me that when i started coming a month ago?
I read somewhere that freckles are a pigment malfunction... when you're skin pigment systems get a little confused. Fountian of all knowledge,wikipedia, says that freckles are clusters of melanin (?) which are visible on light skin. They say that when melanin is concentrated in places instead of evenly spread in the case of dark and olive skinned people (you bastards) the tolerance to UV light is lower, hence why us milkbottles are more likely to get skin cancer. So it's bye bye tan tan, hello tan in a bottle.
Fake tanning is a lot harder than it looks. I mean, are you supposed to leave underwear lines like a real tan? How do you recreate that telltale just-burnt cheeks? And how the HELL are you supposed to get the middle of your back? Do you need a degree in engineering or something?
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