Computer says no!

WARNING THIS IS A LONG ONE! Yes I hear you, here she goes again πŸ™‚

‘I just want to be OK, be OK, be OK
I just want to be OK today
I just want to be OK, be OK, be OK
I just want to be OK today
I just want to know today, know today, know today
Know that maybe I will be OK’

Coke advert

Little me
Little me

It’s Monday, It’s a new week. It’s mid March (When the hell did that happen???) and I feel like poo. I really, really didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. I felt fine yesterday. I spent most the day on the sofa finishing The Book Thief for bookclub the same evening, it was my pick and I had it on my ‘to-read list’ for years and was determined to finish it. I managed half a book in 6 hours!!! Even fitting in a bacon sandwich. I went into town early to pick some stuff up and then have chips at the White Swan before we started. It was on of the best meetings so far, I felt like I had reprieved myself as the majority liked the book, my first choice last month being Revolutionary Road felt like it was an epic fail (slight exaggeration). Anyway on the scoring I wanted to give it more because it’s a long time since I got lost in a book like that. It was just magical! I got to do this by Niamh introducing something which I can’t remember what it was called. Damn!

half way through by Saturday night
half way through by Saturday night

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One member had mentioned before the meeting visiting Newcastle and I had asked if she was aware of the stottie, and of pease pudding. bleugh! my Dad used to just spread it on bread. I think it’s crushed lentils. Here’s an explanation of a stottie:


Question: What is a Stottie?
Stottie is a word you will only really hear in the North East of England, the home of the Stottie or Stottie Cake.
Answer: Stotties are famous in the North East of England, particularly but not exclusively around Newcastle. The stottie or stottie cake as it is also known is a large, round, flat bread – sometimes as large as 30cm diameter. The word comes from the local ‘geordie’ vernacular ‘to stott’ ( bounce.Traditionally the stottie would be quite a heavy, chewy bread, but modern bread making techniques now produce much lighter cakes. The cake however does need to be solid enough to hold a hefty filling once split – egg and bacon being a particular favourite.Similar bread cakes are made in other parts of the UK but are known variously as oven cakes, oven bottom cakes, bread cakes.
You see I love my food and my comfort food is chips and cake. It depends on chocolate on how I;m feeling, but give me a bowl of chips and mayonnaise/salad cream or even with gravy and I’m in heaven. I highly recommend Gravely’s fish and chips in Leeds or The White Swan Pub in the city centre. see below πŸ™‚
Homemade cut chips
Homemade cut chips

So last week was a toughie. It was leading up to Mother’s Day. Another excuse for working in retail to exploit everyone. I know it sounds dangerous saying that and hear everyone sucking in breathe, and although I love what I do, I love being able to be creative, I just hate the chaos and sometimes rudeness that comes with it. Saturday was the killer for me, I started at 8 finished at 6 with the aim of trying to catch up from Friday and put everything back in order then WALLOP! everyone started coming in and we had queue’s going round the stand and backing into Phones 4 U. shocking. At one point I didn’t like looking up from the computer. But we did it. I think the effect hit me this morning though. I felt shocking. What made it worse was I again went in especially early to finish a job believing that it was to be picked up first thing only to be picked up after 10:30am. Made me wonder why I bothered. I should learn not to let these things get to me.


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Recently I have felt people are watching me (Yes, I hear you sound like a crazy lady!) But at work I forget where I am in my little goldfish bowl and just go into a world of my own while finishing jobs. Last week I got a call from security asking what I was doing with the intention of telling me there was a delivery, I am directly under one of the cameras, and they check what I’m doing so I can go fetch the delivery, but always forget and one day I was dancing and I got a call saying ‘what on earth are you doing??’ I went almost crimson. Today I had real trouble with one of the computers. It kept crashing emails and then word kept saving things but not saving things and I got all muddled. I also had a problem later on and found the mouse not working only to find out a colleague had been on the network and apparently was checking something, this has happened before and freaked the hell out of me. I can also say by that point my reaction to him ringing up to tell me my poster had a misspelling didn’t deserve the reaction I gave on the phone but it was only because I was hacked off at them playing with the computer and secondly because once again I had what I thought a great idea but got it wrong, again. I tried to be clever and failed. Like the time at school when I was taken back to junior school to say ‘how wonderful comprehensive was’, it wasn’t, and was asked what PSE was. I said ‘Personal Sex Education’ er no was the reply. Another pupil piped up and said ‘Personal Social Eduication’. I should realise that I am only mean’t for certain things 😦
Meals for the week. Not healthy I know
Meals for the week. Not healthy I know
I wanted to blog tonight because so much has happened recently and I don’t have anyone to off load to at home apart from talking to myself. And this is my way of doing it at the moment. The other thing is I had five minutes today to check personal emails, partly to see about house hunting, partly to escape the world of work for five minutes, it can get quite intense sometimes. Only thing is there, in one of my accounts was an email from my ex. What did I do? I read it. stupid, stupid me *slaps head*. You see I met up with him a couple of months back to try get *closure*. I don’t think it worked. Although I did realise the person I love/loved is not there but wondered how I could waste eight years of my life on him and another two trying to work out what went wrong and why I allowed myself to believe someone could love me for me.
He always used to tell me I shouldn’t watch Bridget Jones Diary and that crap. Perhaps he was right or perhaps my Mr Darcy is out there I’m just preventing him from finding me or he’s read this and he’s ran off :).
The email was another apology and wondered if I had talked to a friend of ours recently. I said no, I said, like him I had damaged the relationship and felt it best to leave him alone. I did a stupid thing of discussing something via Facebook and deeply regret it. However I have some of his stuff and how to get it back to him is a bit of a puzzle. I don;t know how to fix the damage, because I don’t know what I have left to give. I think now I can count all my friends on one hand. How silly we humans are. We just get so self-absorbed. We all want things that everyone else has. I always wanted a family, three kids, a dog, a house a lovely car and a good job. I can gladly say I have one of them.
I’ve been thinking about what’s been happening lately, things kicking off with LBC and the radio station and think ‘oh my god, how lucky am I to be given this chance?!’. I was wrote off at school. Unlike my sister it can take me time to absorb information. I’m rubbish with numbers, actually I’m quite shocking. It took 4 attempts to cash up on Tuesday. I’m a slow reader, or I think I am, it might just be it’s not the right material for me. My sister helped me get a distinction in my dissertation and I am generally bad speller without realising it because I don’t check things and rely too much on predictive text due to being short on patience.
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A dog waiting for his master
A dog waiting for his master
So if you’ve read this and think I’m being a bit pathetic, then you’re probably right. I’m fed up of being on my own, and hope to god one of the houses on Thursday works out, I can hear someone saying ‘I just pity the person you move in with’, but I’m hoping it will be fun.
So to the last two weeks of March and 6 weeks until Jury Duty (should I be mentioning that?) which I am absolutely terrified by and hoping so hoping it will be over in two weeks, although it would be a good break in a sense, something different from what’s going on now. And I have ‘To Kill a Mocking Bird’ to re-read for Radio Bookclub *bounces* and I have the next book in the Enid Blyton challenge to read and review. Oh and I almost forgot, I’m seeing the band FUN in april to. *VERY EXCITED ABOUT THAT* .
Type FUN in to Google and you mainly get about the band πŸ™‚ Some Nights is one of my favourites!!!
So after wasting two hours on here, being distracted by the TV instead of reading ‘The Silver Sword, (still determined to find the cover of the book I read at school), Looking for the paperwork to check dates, I gave up after 5 minutes and the attic being freeeeezing!!! I am off to bed and hoping tomorrow will be a better day and I can find that bloody form!!!
Old school is being turned into a police station!!!
Old school is being turned into a police station!!!
The book we read at school and the story stayed with me
The book we read at school and the story stayed with me
Oh and one last thing apparently out of Blue-Ray a lovely film:

My theme tune at the moment πŸ™‚

and this one even though the meaning is completely different?

I Don’t Like Mondays

Thank you for reading



11 thoughts on “Computer says no!

  1. My goodness that was a wonderful ramble through your world! I thoroughly enjoyed the entire stream of consciousness of it all! And now I have a craving for fish and chips…

      1. I know what you mean – sometimes there is just a deluge of thoughts and feelings and randomness that needs to be released. And sometimes it comes out just all disconnected – and I must say your post is not disconnected – it is filled with lovely transitions.

      2. Wow, thank you.

        I always used to get muddled at school and never dreamed I’d be doing something like this. Even when I tried to talk about stuff it came out all at once.

        I was always amazed at how gifted my sister is with words and always wanted to be able to do something like this but not think it possible.

        I must remember to thank my friend for showing WordPress to me.

      3. You are welcome – thank you for writing and sharing. I do know what you mean about getting muddled while speaking. I have done that – a flurry of words tripping over my tongue. I like writing because I can see how my words are flowing and reshape them to make better patterns πŸ˜‰

      4. I always feel slightly humbled when people like my blog.

        I hate it when I get frustrated and angry as then I can’t say what I really want and then the moments gone. But I could then if i could write it down and i’d able to give you an essay. Only problem with the written word is the context it’s read or taken in. It depends on how the person is feeling at the time and how they interpret it, I’ve learnt that recently

      5. Yes! The moment is the moment – and then and there is when the right words need saying to have the most impact and shape what happens next. Context is everything…words are all we have for sharing what is inside our head and hearts. And not being able to speak the right words at the right time is so so frustrating. What I have found is by working on my writing I am now better at speaking. Still there are times I walk away from a conversation and find the right words 5 minutes too late.

  2. If you’re interested, the song you quote at the top is by Ingrid Michaelson. I’d say check out her Girls and Boys album if you want more like that. I hope blue skies find you soon.

      1. Ah, that bit *is* from Little Britain… tricksy things computers.

        I meant the “Be OK” song that you credited to the Coke advert.

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