Networking

There is currently a program aired on BBC2 that explores the way that english people find life-long partners. An asian woman, who hosts it, declairs us (the english) hopeless and states that you dont buy a car, a house or go for a job drunk, so why would you find a potential husband that way?

Culturely she says that they way that Asians find husbands is much more effective. They 'network'. Using the knowlegde they have of the single person close friends and family go forth and find them a husband or wife!

~This week there was a woman looking for the illusive 'pink bucket'. Her closest friends and family members 'networked' and found single men and then interviewed them.... Finding out if they were indeed compatable using class, relationship history, morals, values and hobbies.

This system seemed to work! The two singletons, one who put her trust in her family and friends to find her a man, and the man that they found rode off into the distance smiling happily to make babies and live the dream life that had so-far excaped them.

But I wonder?..... if it were me.... who would I trust to do this? Because I am a chamelian and am not entirely honest with whom I am to the majority of people, how would they know what I wanted? There are very few people with whom I am completely 'myself' with. Indeed, a friend who had known me for about 7 years recently said "oh my god..... your not the way I thought you were AT ALL" (in a good way!)

It would be interesting though.... to see who my friends found for me. ...actually it would be hilarious! And, taking the whole chemistry thing out, cos no-one can predict if your going to have that with another person I know who would find me the most interesting and possibly husband material man. ... (and whats funnier is I can see them eye-rolling and sighing reading this.... I dont want you to actually do it... it was just a thing I wanted to post about!!! Panic not lovely!!! )


lybxx

Ordinary vs Extraordinary.

Is being majoritively ordinary with flashes of extraordinary better than being day to day extraodinary with ordinary only bought out four times a year?


For day to day living I want majoritively ordinary. And then brilliant breath-taking, goose-bumping, unexpected extra-ordinary-ness on occations that matter. Or don't matter.

I dont want breathless all the time. I dont want the constant roller-coaster. I want my breath taken away unexpectedly. I want to feel the difference.



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In my Zone.

Now all the degree milarkie is over, I am thinking that it might be time to make decisions about what to do when I am a 'grown up'.

You know, I'm 36 for God sake.
I should know already.

I really dont.
I never have.
I had a vague idea once, but once I investigated it, it seems virtually impossible and highly unlikely that I would
a) be selected ... they only took 1% of the applicants.
b) complete the training..... had to go to deepest Scotland for about 9 months....and I was married (different lifetime) and he lived/worked here.
c) do the job without killing someone.

So, you see, now I feel a bit..... well..... stuck.
Because I have never known what it is that I want/should/am capable of doing, I stay doing the same thing. I am in my comfort zone. I can do my job without difficulty and I do love it. I never knowingly put myself out of my comfort zone. I like my zone..... why would I want to leave it??

However...... didnt you just know there would be one of those??? :-) I am gingerly filling in some application forms. Not for, you know, important stuff, but for things that dont make me puke when I think about them. The real reason for this is I have an interview next monday for an internal position that I really really want. Really want. And, if I have a plan B.... then I wont need it. ~(girl logic!)
If, and it is a big IF, I was to get this job it would mean that I have more responsibility and its a kinda sideways move, its within my comfort zone and because its training other people, I would meet more people and that would be cool.
I have, for the last couple of days been preparing for the interview.... they want a presentation and a formal interview (gulp) so now 4 days before its needed I am as prepared as I am gonna be. (4 days before!!!! can you seeeeeee how much I want this??)

Keep your fingers crossed?????


lybxx

National Obesity Crisis.

It is reported on probably a weekly basis in the national news that we are, as a nation, getting fatter.

~Isn't it marvelous?? More fat people!! Yay!!!

The reason I am cheering in a loud fashion is finally *I* am in fashion. I am lucky, that although I fall under the "oh dear god your fat" catagory in the doctors surgury, I am in proportion (its just big proportion!) I have curves and know how to use them.

Clothes are now available in larger sizes in a greater majority of stores, and, perhaps more importantly they are clothes that you dont have to be ashamed to wear.

I dont know if its my age and the confidence that brings, or experiances I have had in the last year, or fatter people around me in everyday life or what it is, but I have never felt so good in my own skin or had such a fan-fucking-tastic wardrobe full of clothes.

Grin.



lybxx

Smiling.

You know the things that make you smile from the inside out?

I once drank wine that once swallowed gave me a hug. It made me feel warm and satisfied, it was expensive, and old fashioned and felt like chocolate..... it really should have been 'thicker' than it was... (it was not of chocolate consistancy and it really should have been!) It was drunk with two people that I love more than most people and I wonder, although it was the best wine I have ever experianced whether it would have been wonderful even if it was a £3.99 bottle from tescos because of the company.

Anyway... people, situations, activities, weather, smells/sights/tastes and places all have the ability to make a person feel like they are smiling all the way from the inside.


....And its thursday!!!

Its a good day. A doubly good day.


lybxx

Navel Contemplation.

Thursdays. Gotta love them.


I don't work on thursdays. My work pattern means that I work a *really* long week twice a month, then a short week twice a month. But I never work on a thursday.

So this morning when Small and I got up, I threw on some clothes and pulled my hair into a pony tail and concentrated on Small being ready to catch the bus to school (...... incidentally I also love, love love the bus. I have previously chosen to send Small to schools that we do not live in the catchment areas for, which has meant that for the last 5 years during term time I have sat in traffic for a minumum of 15 minutes,( and thats on a day when the entire population is either late for whatever they are doing, or have a day off, so that the roads are mysteriously empty) square wheeling in the school run/rush hour while helping Small learn her spellings twice a day.
Now we have moved to the house- we-will-be in-until-we-die she goes to school on the bus provided by the Local Education Authority.... its bliss. We walk out of our front door. Turn left. Walk about 20 yards. Stop. Small gets on the bus. She disappears into the distance and comes back 7 hours later. )

Anyway..... today, being thursday (which I love) I went back into my house. Got into the shower...spent far to long in there contemplating which shower gel to use (vanilla and brazil nut won) and now at 09.51 I am just about ready to do......... nothing! I have various things I should be doing, but there isn't anything that cant wait till I have had at least two cups of coffee and watched some dreadful day time t.v.

Its just nice to not "have to". You know?


lybxx

"Oh The Pressure"

Underhand Emotional blackmail is a concept that I cannot sign up to.
I hate it.
If you cant manage to have relationships with those you love/like/work with without using it to your advantage then just dont talk at all, and , just for the record dont make those ickle pouty faces like you dont know what your doing when you dont get your own way.

Be out there.

Make it clear.

Be Overhand about it.


So, bowing to the most out there, clear and overt pressure it seems that I am posting again. .



Sigh.



lybxx