Well, what a morning so far!
Woke up late, got to work late to then be bugged by people pestering for things that I have nothing to do with, the very people that are trying to stiff me on my mobile bill whilst working away. One month is being paid for and then out of the blue im paying for all personal calls which is fine but then ALL work calls as well. The very calls that are stopping downtime in the company.
After a meeting yesterday that didnt for once I dont feel that Ive come out on the arse end of it and subsequently feeling none to bad about things, today is rapidly becoming “one of those days” From the moment of donning some jeans to look smart for another presentation today its all gone a bit pear.
I should explain that here its 9.45 (6.45 in the uk). Its a fairly unexciting routine in the morning consisting of
Wake up
Shower
Potter
Get dressed (partially)
eat
check mail etc
Just that today when getting dressed my nicest set of jeans, also known as the only semi decent pair that fit me as I refuse to spend a shedload of cash on them, ripped. Not just a small hole but a hum dinger of one just where the right testicle nestles. Great. At first it was a small little thing, not the testicle but the rip and then it grew. Ok so that easy to put down to one of those things.
Getting into the office to chat to management to put the facts right that issues are sorted, before Ive had a chance to breath, sit down, get a brew Im handed a mobile phone bill from accounts. Its only 200 notes which isnt really that bad considering im calling the uk a lot but still I know the real reason why its come up, weve entered the corporate politics world of us vs them.
Perhaps I should explain a little. The guy who is supposed to “work” with me is one of those slippery types. Always working behind the scenes, empire building, keeping tabs on anything, never making a decision but quick to point out that such and such is broken. No real value to what Im trying to do.
It shouldnt of come as a surprise that I got stung with the phone bill as accounts are out to pretty much “get us” as they are in league with my colleague. Its the little things like no longer saying hello, the lass who makes the tea never making one any more and when someone walks past you and not even registering you by looking in your eyes. Yep, something is amiss here. Still they havent seen the report thats been drafted up about all this.
I wouldnt have minded as much but the woman who gave me the bill is a notorious blabbermouth and as I write its gone from me paying some of the bill to all of the bill, even the stuff thats worked related. So what next? Get my old sim back that was lost originally and hit the payg up. If people ask why im not in touch with regards to work then its simple, im not paying for work based calls.
So thats 2 things which is making things feel just a tad crap. Think Ill go home for an hour later.
Well it was promised today by Jeremy Clarkson himself that the Stig for once would be finally revealed to the British public
And the stig is none other that michel schumacher. It all makes sense with the swagger and the attitude. What a way to start the series
What a day to say the least. from a installation of a firewall going ok to a failed vpn setup, shorewall setup, email that worked, didnt work and then worked and then leaving us not sure if it worked, its been one hell of a day…
It was a bolt out of the blue when baseball on Five was cancelled this year with no apparant reason. Ok so there was something about the cost of USA sports being imported but that hasnt stopped things like basketball, nascar et all. Now with one of the other channels getting the superbowl its now obvious why five has given up with the usa sports…
Gah, frustration of the first degree this weekend. After being back in the uk for a little under a month now having time off I have to take the trip back there to finish off, only this time its a bit of a bigger trip, if things work out…am I coming back.
Dubai is a place for the wealthy and the jet set but you ahve to be in a certain mind set to work there and survive. In a lot of ways you deal with the punches and it pushes you to carry on to actually at least try, well at times. Other times you have the shizzle kicked out of you. Ones thing for sure, business mind wise and hand on heart its definatly not me, to say im out of my depth there. My life is dealing with 10 and 20s life of there is the same but always add a few more zeros to the end.
Google Mail – Inbox (7867) – mark.xxxx
i’m sitting here smelling my hair and wrapping it around my fingers. i’m a little wordless. i never met someone like you beforesomeone who talks like that, that is
Ive blogged that comment because right here and now, such an amazing compliment…
its 6 o clock and I want to go home
Why the hell does that lyric keep floating through my head for no good reason what so ever , however what a weekend, the sort of weekend that makes the week worth going through for,enjoyment, having a blast, being amongst people and you know having …fun.
But its with sadness that I endulge those happier moment in my life. Because without one you cannot have the other, happiness is always precluded with sadness. Take the last relationship which did indeed bring happiness but ultimately the most painful and most miserable time in my life.
Its at thsi point I reach a cross roads where do I carry on a path or try and believe in another path that might take me to a better place. Tie that along with the constant thought of is the grass greener on the other side and you end up with one thing.. fucking hell I hate logic at times.
To know and always appreciate each side of a converstation based on all its merits leats to the head being messed up with to say the least. My one solace is sleep, the reality is wondering and then realising that when you take the chance to believe in something each and every time thats the ultimate failure, belief. Thinking that some people are good, you have friends to rely upon, having a backup plan none of that exists. There is no past and present there is only the moment you live in.
For a month I took up a belief, a religion and to be honest it was the devout faith in Karma. And after that month its obvious that a religion or belief is one thing and one thing only, fear. Fear that we are not invincible, fear that there are consequences to what we all do. Perhaps attaching coincedental events to something that is tangible makes things easier in life. On the other hand the good is that it stopped me doing stupid things, on the other hand. Its stopped me doing stupid things. Hell I feel lost.
So just got back from the cinema after finally seeing Star Trek, the plan was to see it last weekend but somehow I ended up being dragged into see the oddly placed prequel, wolverine.
I have to say that all in all it was one of the better films Ive watched since the Dark Knight. The plot is plausible and fits right in there with the pre TNG era and does do a lot of work for the original star trek era, introducing pike (who was taken hostage in the first trek episode) and bows more than one or two considerable nods to the movies and foibles of the previous / future films.
its a film that has a lot to do and a lot to carry. First off its trying to establish the characters for almost a new era of star trek viewers. TNG has been off the air for some time and with the last franchise going in a brave but doomed season arc based episode format it does hold its head up above water but at times, just.
Being in the early thirties there was an almost childish glee of seeing the Enterprise in the dock, some class one liners, an interesting turn around on the Urhura, spock and then the smile bringer to bring all smiles… Seeing Leonard Nimoy. Somehow his presence in the film whilst at times feeling forced did seem to make this a proper Trek movie. However for a film that’s bordering on fun and serious its not without its flaws.
This is a film that more than begs for a directors edition to pad out things. There were more than one or 2 cut aways and cut scenes that just seem chopped and almost out of synch. One being where Scotty, not long introduced is dropped through a water pipe and hints at a nice bit of banter which suffers from one of just a few awkward cuts.
You cant blame the producers in a way as there is a backlash going on with films that tell a story for more than a hour and a half. A few scenes could of been replaced to allow for more dialogue between characters.
Most of the dialogue on establishing the ships crew was limited to either pleasantries or one liners for the old guard trek fans. You feel the attachment right at the end between Spock and kirk but for the most the other characters seem bolted on. There is some slightly odd casting as well but any film that Winnona Ryder stars in and she doesn’t manage to wreck it. Sylar, sorry Zachary manages to flit between an odd sense of feeling to then suddenly being new / old spock like an old glove. Its the end bond between kirk and spock that alone brings his performance out.
With the ship now finally under sail this film defiantly lends itself to a sequel. Its been a while for a film to enduce a smile fest and nostalga from a prequel make. Whereas with Wolverine you were watching it as part of the ride at parts there is a little of involvement but thats if you are familiar with the Trek franchise. If not, theres a lot worse to be watching.
So a marxworld rating of 4 out of 5 based on films seen so far this year.
So here I am, still in Dubai, the temperature is about the mid 30s, staying in a hotel that makes faulty towers look like the Hilton. 6 hours away from my house, old job earning some decent cash and yet still the ex finds a way to get in touch.
At this point im immune to it but on easter sunday she text me because she was bored and wanted stuff from me. Ink and a notebook sleeve none the less but why the hell me.
Being more than pleasant at this point due to the prevailing conditions and the madness that sets in with the heat always being around 30 degrees I txt back all nice and such and then the ultimate
She goes and tells me that she found a photo of me in her purse from a while ago. Am I really supposed to be this sucked in that easily. Dont get me wrong, its a grand old thought to think that your ex of 2 years still has a part of you tucked away with her and a smile can emerge on her face. This is where the problem lies
I so wish more than anything that this, any of it was true. I kid you not its almost painfull to think that it could.. just.. happen but then reality kicks in with a doc martin sized 9, splattering reality in your face saying “wake up”
Trawling through the mire of e-mail that gmail loves to store and analise, the final clearout of all ex related stuff has now gone. There is nothing there, not even chats to others trying to make sense of it all. As has been stated many times during the roof, mozzie biting fest, chats with people its all a case of just thinking.. thinking way to much.
On an entirely unrelated note, a promise once again has been made to start blogging more often purely down to ALL the source material thats been made available by the Ramada hotel. Tonight some women (very fit women at that) are aparantly going to cook for the boys on the roof, out of the blue only knowing us for one day.
There is an odds on bet that they are up to no good. After seeing them pretty much spot on every 4 days out of the blue and then last night offering to take ME clothes shopping after 30 mins of chatting to me… bringing a bottle of vodka out and then not drinking any but offering it to charles and shane… Something is indeed a foot
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