Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
I had the sneaking suspicion that when I decided I really REALLY needed that extra 2 hours of sleep this morning, I would also really REALLY need to go the hell home at 5pm, whether I wanted to or not. But today is my last chance to get in any OT before the Christmas break, … Continue reading really? REALLY!
The things you learn when you get to work at 6am. Like how the cafeteria doesn’t open (and therefore DOES NOT SERVE COFFEE) until SEVEN AM! I am dying slowly. I spent 9 hours on Sunday baking with my momma. That could perhaps be the best thing to curb the usual cookie binge this year, … Continue reading Rip Out Hair Now.
It’s days like these I wish I worked downtown again, instead of on a corporate campus in the middle of an industrial park. When things got intense at the old job, I was able to get out in the fresh air, wander down the block to the local coffee shop, breathe the aroma, stand in … Continue reading Take a little Trip
Well, I still have a job. But 650 people across the country at the company I work for do not. In the interest of not revealing anything more about where I work (though I suppose it’s not hard to figure out – I just don’t want to put the google-able clues on the interweb), I … Continue reading SPLAT
Have I mentioned that there are now officially less than 10 full days of work left in my contract, and I still have no confirmation whether or not it’s being renewed? No point in worrying about what you can’t control, etc. But that doesn’t make it any easier. I’m so riddled with anxiety I could … Continue reading Retch.
I actually managed to get up at a reasonable hour today, and get into work early. What can I say, a 4pm massage appointment is a powerful motivator. I’ve been here for an hour and a half so far, and haven’t gotten *anything* done. Well, that’s not entirely true. I deal with contracts, and it’s … Continue reading 3 Cup Morning
And here it is… December! Twenty-Five days left until Christmas dinner! I can finally crack open the new Advent calendar and guiltlessly blast Christmas Carols in my immediate vicinity (as opposed to feeling a teensy bit of guilt for having done this since the middle of November). Also, according to this month’s issue of BC … Continue reading Twenty-Five