rhondacrockett: (blood & claws)
Shhhhh! Don't tell anyone that I'm sneaking on-line to avoid office work. My new role has none of the regular office work I had to deal with previously and now that I'm out of it, I am reeeeally reluctant to go back. Unfortunately, with the summer holidays, I can't avoid it entirely.

I should explain what my job actually is, but I'm cagey about putting those details on-line. And I can't explain my reasons why without possibly giving the game away to the wrong person. I don't have the greatest social media presence in the world but still. I know I'm not internet-savvy enough to avoid anyone who is looking for certain specifics.

Thinking about it, my caution may be a complete waste of time, of course. I'm using my actual name here, after all, and it's unusual enough that it wouldn't be hard to narrow down where I work, if someone wanted to.

*sigh* Why don't we just say, I'm in one of those jobs where it's best not to talk about what you do outside of your workplace? The best way I can think of to describe my current role is as a gofer, liaising between a particular person and everyone else s/he needs to work with, fetching paperwork, coffee, that kind of shizzle. My usual person is off on holiday, though, so I'm bouncing around between a few other people as and when needed, and if not needed, then I'm supposed to go down to the office and help them out with their filing etc. It's what I used to do all the time in my old workplace, after all. Except as aforementioned, now that I'm no longer doing it on a regular basis, I don't want to go back! Bad Rhonda! Lazy!
rhondacrockett: (Am I addicted? - dava)
Life has fallen into a routine. I am pretty happily settled in my new job and loving the lack of stress that comes from not working in the office. I'm not sure I could go back to a 'proper' desk job now. This morning was a string of disasters (forgot to set the alarm, spilled tea over my hand, boss started unexpectedly early and I lost a ream of stuff I had been writing) but the afternoon has been fine.

I have discovered the guilty pleasures of crappy e-books on my phone. Perhaps the biggest advantage of my current role is that I spend a lot of time waiting in corridors so I need to entertain myself. I'm currently addicted to Eve Langlais's paranormal romances. Oh dear. I think a big part of the fun is planning in my head how I would rewrite them to make the narrative soooo much better *inner editor wields her pen*
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
I started using LJ when I was in university. Back then, I posted regularly (so long as it was a term-time weekday, since at home we were mired in the Dark Ages of dial-up). I haven't checked but I'd say it was usually every day. And since I went on to complete a Master's and a PhD, that pattern continued for a while.

Then I left.

And the postings dried up.

Now a bit of that is down to the internet situation at home. We're a slow-adapting household; as far as I recall, we were still using dial-up when I left uni in 2007. So I fell out of the habit of logging in on a regular basis. But the big reasons for the posting drought?

The loss of shared context. And confidentiality.

The latter is pretty obvious - or should be, given all the social media scandals. The former... lemme explain.

Education up to a certain age is compulsory throughout Western Europe and North America. Everybody growing up in those societies, therefore, has been to school at some point. So I could moan about my tutors etc. and be confident that most of you could nod your head sagely and say, "Yeah, I know the drill."

But once you leave the education system and enter gainful employment, that shared context disappears. Bar portrayals on TV or film, I have no freaking clue about the workaday lives of accountants - nurses - warehouse managers - IT technicians - police officers - lorry drivers - civil engineers - insurance staff - stockbrokers - fashion designers - dental receptionists - charity campaigners - town councillors - refuse collectors - fishing crews. And what the hell is a Special Advisor when it's at home?

But work takes over from education as the central day-to-day activity of your life. So if I were to write about my day... well, I'd have to spend some time setting up the context. I would have to explain about ICOS and FTR and what 'pulling the court' means. It's boring and long-winded and likely to end up in TL;DR territory. (Yes, I am aware that this entry is falling into that category too.)


I guess I'm old-fashioned in wanting/expecting my posts to be about my day-to-day life. 'Blogging' seems now to be about passing around quotations, stories, memes, photographs and pictures which originate with other people, not ourselves. Or it's an editorial column, made up of our musings on the topics which interest us. Or it's a reviews column on our chosen form of entertainment, from books to barbells, hardware to handicrafts, singing to sex toys. Or it can be an advertising hoarding for whatever it is we want to promote to the public.

Please note, none of these are meant as criticisms or as a in-the-good-ole-days moan. I'm only observing that social media has shifted away from the "on-line diary" idea that I 'grew up' with, and that I haven't shifted with it. I don't subscribe to Reddit or BuzzFeed or wherever else people get their "Share" links from, and besides, I tend to consume stuff like that and move on rather than telling others about it. I don't write editorials because I know I'm a poor arguer and am not prepared to handle any shitstorm that might result, even if it only fits in a teacup. I could do reviews, I suppose... but do I really read/view enough to justify it? I haven't been to the cinema in years and my TV watching falls into the territory of whatever-will-keep-everyone-vaguely-interested-and-or-entertained-but-not-necessarily-inspire-enthusiasm.


Lack of shared context is also why I'm crap at phone calls. I can't see what the person on the other end of the line is doing/experiencing, so I can't offer any comments on the same to gee the talking along. Once we're done with the obvious hi-how-are-you-this-is-the-news-where-I-am, I run out of conversational steam.

This inability to generate conversation is screwing up my chances with on-line dating too. My opening messages are banal to the point of pointlessness. Ugh.
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
I started work again this week, and I'm glad to be back. Different people, places to do, tasks to do, and other subjects of conversation than the practicalities of Life After Dad and people asking how we're coping. Home was getting claustrophobic - but if it feels that way to me, when most of my family was around, I don't know what it's gonna feel like for Mum when Amy goes back to uni and she's left in the house alone. Sure, us three girls will be back every weekend; the boys, too, are making concerted efforts to come home more often; and all of us will be in contact every day by phone, WhatsApp or text. But that's not the same as having someone physically there, coming and going every day...
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: (Lookit me)
TL; DR: I am not dead. My place of work is closing and I am stressed. Also, I don't come on the internet much, 'cos reasons.

The longer version )

I need to go; supper's ready.
rhondacrockett: (Weird is rad)
My youngest sister, who is studying computer games design, is currently on an internship year. The company CEO flew over this week from the US to take part in a 'town hall meeting' (which is like an office meeting but bigger). And at the meeting they revealed that they weren't there to just talk at them. Oh no.

They had booked the Odeon Cinema for a private showing of Star Wars: The Force Awakens.



I'm in the wrong job.
rhondacrockett: (The fourth wall... it broked)
So, I feel like I ought to post and say something...

I had forgotten how much fun trashy vampire novels can be! Although, seriously, having vampires as slaves? Ok, I can see the medical research and the military and even the titillating-entertainment-for-the-super-rich angles - but having them in our houses? As our secretaries and nannies and cooks and busboys?! Isn't that like a herd of antelope keeping a lioness around? No sense. Does this make.

Still a lot of fun, though :)

Work is the usual. I haven't had any more night-seizures but I still don't have an appointment with the neurologist. Not surprised at that, though; I suspected that it could take a while.

One big thing has been my sketching. I have fallen WAY behind: a whole month! *slaps her hand*

The other big thing is I've joined a penpal site. It was my mum's idea, inspired by a book she was reading of a woman's letters to her penpal during the 50s. I am... cautiously optimistic so far. I'm using a separate e-mail account from my usual, trying to keep any identifying info to a minimum. So far, most of the contacts have been from (alleged) men... Not sure what's with that...
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
First aid training makes me ver' ver' sleepy.

Don't you just hate it when a storyline you've been playing with runs off into depressing territory and you can't get it back? Do Not Want, brain.

I caught the tail end of Mary Poppins last night, and if Karen Hallion hadn't convinced me already, the movie itself is proof that Mary Poppins is a Time Lord. "I never explain anything", indeed. XD

We are painting the dining room in a colour I chose! Yay!

[livejournal.com profile] jellostar! Currently watching 5ive's video for "Keep On Moving"! So many good memories to that song... :)
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
In 2013, I...

- turned 33.

- asked a lot of mysterious and random questions of my LiveJournal friends, as I fact-checked elements of a story.

- got slooooowly back in touch with Ruth, Lesley and LJ, my old university friends, in an attempt to make human contact outside of work.

- discovered the time-wasting potential of TrendHunter.com...

- ... and via the above, discovered the joys of mash-up fan art by Amy Mebberson, Karen Hallion and Hyung86.

- spent more money than I ought to in The Works.

- realised that I need to put a time limit on how long I write, because spending too long leaves me grumpy and depressed. On that basis, I made a deal with Mum to stop her nagging me about writing, but she has recently started again...

- tidied my wardrobe (well, most of it).

- went on holiday to Jersey and learned that four-star hotel menus are not all that.

- got new bosses at work and watched an already-bad situation get worse, ugh.

- and as a result of the above, got more and more cynical and sharp-tongued.

- got rid of the task of clerking the Coleraine family courts!... then got it back again, thanks to said new bosses >.<

- got obsessed with paint colour names and colouring-in books.

- read a lot (but then, I do that every year).

- re-started using my local library, although most of the time I borrow books with absolutely no intention of reading them. *guilty look*

- bought a re-useable calendar of "calming thoughts" and promptly started to disagree with them.

- watched Strictly Come Dancing for the first time and loved it. My only quibble is that it's on too early in the evening, which leaves you scrabbling to find something to watch from 8 o'clock on...

- watched "The Day of the Doctor" on 23 November and fell in love with Doctor Who again (I had drifted away from the show following a... family incident which had been started by this episode).

- started listening to my pop and rock CDs again, after several years of only playing instrumental and classical music. I blame the pop radio station which my workmates tune into (and which I can't stand).

- applied for two new jobs and a transfer... didn't get any of them.

- got a bonus woohoo!

- gave up on taking packed lunches to work.

- did NOT join any dating websites... but thought about it. A lot.

- made a necklace.

- bought the same style of shoes as I had last year.

- wrote in pink.

- FINALLY got a passport. And still haven't used it.

- err, downloaded spyware like an idiot >.< Luckily in the middle of doing so, I mentioned what I was doing to my brother, so he got straight on to removing it.

- wrote this list.
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
Ever heard of getting 'brained'? And if not, what other term might you use for getting struck on the head?

Today is dark and miserable. We have yet to put up any Christmas decorations at home, and it's alarming to realise that it's only two weeks away D: I haven't done any Christmas shopping at all; I'm basically paying a share in presents which other people have bought. The atmosphere in work is still wretchedly toxic, which isn't helping me to get in the holiday spirit :(
rhondacrockett: (Default)
So, while avoiding the shouting match between Dad and Sharon over the Gyp issue (see last entry), I took a nosey through some old notebooks. Originally they had been used for revision notes for my GCSEs (standard exams taken at age 15/16), but once the exams were over, I had scrapped the notes and used the remaining blank pages to write blurbs for story ideas that had been boiling in my head since I was about ten or eleven.

Reading over the "Books I Want to Write" now is hilarious. Certain themes pop up again and again; my younger self had an slight obsession with slavery, prostitutes(!), and unsustainable future dystopias (one of them involves a society which has "outlawed all forms of pleasure" *rolls eyes*). There are plagues and repressive cults and psychic "chosen ones", a smattering of dragons and vampires, several nuclear wars and unlikely environmental disasters. Most of the stories are firmly in sci-fi/fantasy/thriller territory, but there are a few "real-life"/general fiction tales, including a Jackie Collins rip-off called The Stud Farm. *cringe*

I will never write these books now: the concepts are poorly thought-through, the characters overwrought, the plotlines left annoyingly vague. I don't have enough time left anyway - there are sixty-seven blurbs, and some of those are general sum-ups of a series, length unspecified. Kalynder Girls is supposed to be twelve books, and I'm still slogging through the first one - which is the only one that I have a clear plot for.

But then I look at just how much stuff my imagination was churning out back then and I'm kinda envious. Read more... )

Ugh, I started writing this hoping to give you all a laugh at the ridiculous hyperbole of my younger self. Didn't mean to degenerate into this cynical and self-defeating crap. Sticking it behind a cut; if you only want the laugh, stick with what you see :)


Jul. 12th, 2012 11:25 pm
rhondacrockett: (sugar rush - dava)
I sit at a computer all day at work and have no trouble staying alert. But when I have a day at home and sit down to write at my own computer, my eyes quickly get tired and bleary, and I just want to get into bed and go to sleep. What's going on?
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
Best Occupational Category

Self-Control, Practical, Self-Contained, Orderly, Systematic, Precise, and Accurate

These conservative appearing, plotting-types enjoy organizing, data systems, accounting, detail, and accuracy. They often enjoy mathematics and data management activities such as accounting and investment management. Persistence and patience allows them to do detailed paperwork, operate office machines, write business reports, and make charts and graphs.

Suggested careers are Administrator, Secretary, Printer, Paralegal, Building Inspector, Bank Cashier, Private Secretary, Statistician, Operations Manager, Financial Analyst, Bookkeeper, Medical Records Technician, Developer of Business or Computer Systems, Clerical Worker, Proofreader, Accountant, Administrative Assistant, Banker, Certified Public Accountant, Credit Manager, Store Salesperson, Actuary, Dental Assistant, Business Education Teacher, Food Service Manager, IRS Agent, Budget Analyst, and Underwriter.

Your very careful, conscientious, conservative nature gives others the confidence to trust you with handling money and material possessions. Structured organizations that have well-ordered chains of command work best for you.

Suggested Organizer workplaces are large corporations, business offices, financial lending institutions, banks, insurance companies, accounting firms, and quality control and inspection departments.

2nd Best Occupational Category

Witty, Competitive, Sociable, Talkative, Ambitious, Argumentative, and Aggressive

These enterprising types sell, persuade, and lead others. Positions of leadership, power, and status are usually their ultimate goal. Persuasive people like to take financial and interpersonal risks and to participate in competitive activities. They enjoy working with others inside organizations to accomplish goals and achieve economic success

..."Enjoy mathematics"? ME?!?! I can't think of any job I would loathe more than being an freaking accountant. Yes, I am conscientious, careful, methodical, and I do like clear structures of command (and of responsibility). But maths and I are NOT good friends - and maths involving money and I are even worse. I was traumatised as a child of five by maths involving money and I've never gotten over it. Freaking accountancy... *shudders*

As for the second best, I don't recognise myself in any of that, particularly the "ambitious" tag. I am the most dithery, un-ambitious person I know; I get into depressive fugs angsting over how much I DO NOT KNOW what I want to do with my life!!!!!!!!

...I must be srs1y d00in 1t r0ng.

(Nicked from the Paperbackwriter blog.)
rhondacrockett: (Am I addicted? - dava)
Jipp is doing ok, folks; no more scares since that Sunday. Her sister, Sheba, however, has developed a skin infection - something that has happened to her before. The possibility was mentioned that she may be allergic to grass. Grass. When she lives on a dairy farm in Northern Ireland. She might as well be allergic to oxygen. Why couldn't it have been peanuts?

And me? I'm tired, I've got a nagging discomfort in the middle of my back, and I'm becoming increasingly intolerant of idiots. I need a holiday. A long one - three to six months, maybe, somewhere pleasantly warm but not very hot, fresh breezes, the ocean in easy reach, with lots of dancing, swimming, museums and historical sites to visit. But I'm not going to get any of that, so I'll make do with a long weekend over Hallowe'en and hope it'll be enough.

I am not planning to do NaNo this year. Yes, I had a really good time doing it last year, but I've been feeling so discouraged and down this year... Which I suppose is all the more reason to do it, to cheer myself up *groans* Can't a girl be lazy without her conscience kicking her ass? :P I was kinda hoping that I would have last year's NaNo project finished by now and could use this year to start on the second Kalynder Girls. But that didn't happen, for various reasons - some beyond my control, but also some which were my own damn fault. I know I could use this year's NaNo to finish January Blues, but - it's hard to explain - it feels like I wouldn't be making best use of this year by footering with a project from last year.
rhondacrockett: (loneliness & the assassin)
*yawn* Tired. Eyes tired. I've been on the net too long, staring at the screen till I feel dead. Eugh. Philip's watching football, so TV is not entertaining.

Once again, I am posting with nothing to say. Was in work until half-past six. Half-past six. Stupid stubborn stuff, that I can't discuss because of confidentiality.
rhondacrockett: (Default)
...Don't have anything to post, but I feel that now I've made the effort to come her, I should say something.

How hard can it be to find zip-lock baggies? I want them for packing ponies, figured it would keep them clean and secure. Admittedly, I only looked in two places. But as far as I could see, all baggies were either tie-handles, twisty wire ties or just open-mouthed with no way of closing them provided.

Thinking about it, the twisty wires could work... Never mind.

Back to work after a fortnight off, and I end up staying till half-five. The time always runs away with me in that place. I never realise when it's lunchtime or home-time, and there's always just one more thing to do...

And that's the only interesting things I have to say :/
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
So, the snow I was talking about earlier thawed before I could take pictures...

But then, on 13 December, it snowed again! And snowed and snowed, and then froze and kept freezing...

Basically Britain/Ireland/a whole chunk of Europe is buried in snow and the coldest weather I have EVER experienced. The lowest I noticed on my car temperature gauge was -15.5 degrees Celsius - which, for all you folks working in Fahrenheit, is 4.1 degrees (at least, according to the internet convertor I just found on Google. Our house is dripping with icicles. ICICLES - a couple of feet long. I have never seen icicles of any length in real life before. Our dogs and cats are being kept inside the house at night.

I have pictures this time. Unfortunately, they can only be uploaded to one PC in the house - which is currently refusing to connect to the internet *cries* (There is only one PC in the house - the rest are Apple Macs and the software for the camera is not compatible with Macs *sighs*) Don't worry, I'm getting my more computer-savvy brothers on the problem.

So, CHRISTMAS! :D This was my last day of work before Christmas. We have tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday off as public holidays, I'm back in for Wednesday through to Friday, 3rd of January is another public holiday and then I'm off from the 4th to 7th January.

The office Christmas party got cancelled because of the snow. There was supposed to be over twenty going; only nine made it to the venue. I was one of the absentees. From the chat of the others about last year's party, it could have been fun. But they've promised to rescheduled for January/February time.

I have bought all the presents I'm giving (I hope - I'm relying on other people getting stuff on my behalf). And... that's pretty much all I have to say right now...
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
Day 17: 30 317 out of 50 000
Day 18: no change
Day 19: no change
Day 20: 32 400 out of 50 000
Day 21: no change
Day 22: 33 155 out of 50 000

Yeah, I've fallen behind again :( And I can't get into it this evening. I've been feeling impatient and down all day. In work today I just wanted to knock people's heads together; I couldn't be bothered with their crap :( Bah! Maybe tomorrow will be better.

[Edit]: So they got back to me about the job. Yeah, I didn't get it. And because they got so many applications, there will be no feedback offered :6
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