And this is why (no, none of it is particularly bad, but whatever):
I have a virus on my work PC. It's not even a proper one though. It's the worst kind - an MSN spread virus. Incredibly 90s, incredibly embarassing to have. I didn't even click the damn thing and now everyone I speak to is getting messages asking "Is this really your photo :S *link*". I'm trying my hardest to get rid of it but a few little things remain, mainly due to me not being able to install a better anti-virus thing, as it is being blocked by the uni network, which should have blocked the bloody thing in the first place. I can't ask IT to get rid of it as we aren't supposed to use MSN so it's my own fault (although personally I think anybody who does should get a small medal, perhaps a pin badge, to ackowledge their effort and determination to get round the big bad "I said NO to MSN!". Hmph.)
Side effect of said virus is the predictable pop ups. Radio 2's website prompts a pop up about a lingerie company. Googlemail is Hard and Horny Personals. Everything else is, cruelly, an advert for spy and adware blockers. Bastards.
I also can't see my taskbar, so to change programs I need to open the tasklist and switch programs. This is beyond irritating.
Not waking up until 8.10am today and spending a few minutes after that wibbling about a dream meant I didn't have time for a shower, so I am greasy, head to toe in fact.
I've got to clean all 3 fish tanks out tonight. That's a total of 165 litres of water to be removed and replaced, with the aid of one 12 litre bucket.
I want more fish and it's annoying me that I can't get one. I want a 60 litre Bio-Orb with one calico fantail in it *lovelove*, but that is far from ideal set up for one and my fishy-common-sense will hopefully prevail.
My back still hurts.
Payroll don't know I started a new job so I might not get paid enough this month.
I'm off tomorrow and Monday. I'm going home for a few reasons - my grandparents are back from New Zealand (finally), I'm going to see KT Tunstall on Sunday, and I get to go see B's dad's golden lab puppies. There is potential for thievery.
On Tuesday we have another 4 hour meeting (minimum) about moving to the new office that we were supposed to move to in March but have not yet moved to, so let's all have more meetings about it eh?!
I have ordered too much food for the above meeting and worry that this will make people think I ordered extra for myself. I really, really haven't. Ok, maybe the brownies and mini cheesecakes (and mini pastries) were unnecessary.
I have had 6 weeks to do a report for that meeting and I haven't done it. Therefore I have 70 minutes to do it. I won't do it. I'm doing this for starters. Fucked.
The minute I finished writing that sentence, my eye started twitching.
Y'know that scene in Black books where Fran starts working for a company but has no idea what she is supposed to do, so does nothing, but is still praised endlessly? I feel like that.
Still waiting for letter from doctor.
I thought that at some point soon I would have to make some choices regarding my emotional situation and future (ooh, cryptic) but I think I was wrong and way off the mark.
The only chewing gum available to me at the moment is peach flavour *retch*.
Vice still squeezing head.
Still twitching.
