rhondacrockett: (Am I addicted? - dava)
I should probably post something... Finding my feet with my new job and getting used to the people I'm working with. Some of them (naming no names and indicating no numbers) are a little bit self-entitled and bossy...

I really should post more. I have all these deep musings about how I've trained myself to be secretive over the years and how that spills over into my on-line life, but I only get the chance to post something at 4:45pm and I'm like... "Yeah, I want to go home."
rhondacrockett: (loneliness & the assassin)
So. Update.

These days, I tend to access the net by tablet rather than desktop computer. Which is great for speed but awkward when you want to type something, say, an email or a blog entry. The way sites appear on tablets keeps changing and not always in a more user-friendly manner (Outlook, I'm looking at you). And trying to log off LiveJournal is an exercise in frustration as the drop down menu repeatedly refuses to open and I keep getting sent to my Recent Entries page. Hence, quietness.

I actually prefer using a desktop. A mouse and a proper keyboard are marvellous inventions. Using the desktop, however, leads to a whole day vanishing with me in my room doing... not very much as it happens, apart, perhaps, from getting a headache.

I should probably buy a laptop or lapbook or whatever they're called now but I was brought up not to 'waste' money on 'luxuries' like the latest model of gadget unless they were absolutely, totally necessary. Or unless someone else bought them for me. (Which is partially why I'm still using a pre-paid phone when everyone else in my family has switched to contract.) I am a late adopter - so late, it's a wonder I can operate in the 21st century at all.

It's annoying.

New job. Well, initially it didn't turn out to be all that new. The powers-that-be decided I should do the exact same work that I was doing, just in a different place. I was not a happy bunny but met with the usual 'business needs' bullshit. BUT. The new workplace has a greater variety and number of job posts available; three transfers came up in quick succession and third time, it seems, is the charm. I now have an actual, new, I've-never-done-this-before job. Although I suspect I got it because I was the only one who applied... but hey! New job! :D I am much happier.

Other news. I love living in the city again. I was born and raised in the country and don't get me wrong, I'm quite content there, but I love the city-life too. I love the streets, I love the bustle. I love the walking, the public transport, the sense of convenience: that you can just hop on a bus or train or walk out of the door and go somewhere. I love that sense of being surrounded by people, even if they are strangers who don't talk to you.

I still need to arrange a social life outside of work, though. It's a little too easy to come home at night and veg out with my sister in front of the TV...
rhondacrockett: (Am I addicted? - dava)
So. Early Tuesday morning last week, our internet hub got fried in a thunderstorm. We got a new hub set up just on Monday past.

What I really missed about the internet was (a) the news and (b) having something to do if there are no other available activities of interest (also known as 'timewasting'). Otherwise... I was ok with it.

Another thing I came to realise: at school, especially in adolescence, I didn't talk much*. Instead, I sat on the edges of conversations and listened to the others. It was my way of belonging. I use the internet in the same way; I 'listen in' on what's being 'said' but I rarely respond and even more rarely speak myself. And I still get that sense of belonging... but now, no one else sees me sitting at the table.

And I know the above sounds depressing but I'm not depressed. I'm more, "Oooh, so that's why!"

* I'm still a pretty poor conversationalist in real life; it's something I'm working on.


Feb. 8th, 2015 09:14 pm
rhondacrockett: (loneliness & the assassin)
I have realised tonight that I am a selfish brat. And that my attitude to life has never gotten past adolescence. Is this the start of growing up?

Comments are disabled; sometimes, you just want to say something into the ether...
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
I am spectacularly bad at it. I need to see people's faces, to see how they react, what they're looking at. It's always helpful to know what the other person can see around them, cos if a gap in the conversation comes, you can fill it in with some random observation of the surroundings.

The reason I'm talking about this is cos Lesley phoned me last night, and boy was it awkward. Partly, that was down to not having seen or spoken with her in so long, but mostly it was down to being bad at phone conversations. She's applied for a PGCE at Coleraine, so I can't rely on her being able to move with me in Belfast. :/ I need to start thinking about where I'm going to live next year. It's pretty much settled that everyone else is leaving. Working from home is certainly possible, but... it's just that, having been in Belfast for the whole of my university career so far, it seems odd to try to do it from home.

More and more, I am looking forward to finishing the PhD and taking my time to write my book. I know why I'm investing so much emotional commitment in the TV shows I'm watching, and the characters from them; they are my creative, imaginative outlet while the PhD occupies my writing and reading time. I am also looking forward to having time to read all the books currently stuffed in my bottom drawer. I went through a fit of book-buying about a year or so back, but haven't managed to read most of them yet. Yesterday, I purchased "The Well of Lost Plots" by Jasper Fforde, which I am looking forward to reading very very very much XD I have my own, personal plot-idea(s) about the merging of the real world and the world of fiction, so seeing someone else deal with the idea is kinda gratifying.

And now that long ass statement thing, stolen from Sparky )
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
Feeling somewhat better about the PhD thang. Not 100% better, but I'm not panicking as much about it.

I need to learn how to get to sleep quicker. I went to bed about 11 last night, and lay awake till after 2. I also need to learn to get up in the mornings again. These past few weeks, I haven't got up till after 11, which, while it means I can skip lunch quite happily and thus work all through the afternoon, is not an ideal start to the day either.

Now, if my stupid psoriasis would settle down for a while, I'd feel better.

Damn, the world just ended, and now I gotta let Johnny Depp know who I am with just 10 objects! )
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
Swiped from Skwerlie )

Phew! That took me ages to fill out!
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
I can - I'll be back, hang on i already am... - ugh! Well, my sister is gone AGAIN, I can get on with what I wanted to say.

Some time before Christmas, my brothers and I watched a documentary on time travel. (They're both physicists, so that kind of thing interests them. And there was nothing else on, and I was curious.)

Time travel and how it proves that we (probably) don't exist )

So, I just want to say, to all those descendents of mine who are out there observing me: why don't you come up and introduce yourself? It's not like you would be upsetting real history, after all :P~

Ten things you didn't know about me (and probably didn't want to know either :P) )

Oh, and this is for Eed, cos she's been a little down lately: Haiku for Eed )

:) Smile, Eed!


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