Suzie Shooter

Someone's just put a flyer through the door entitled "Chips Away". I was genuinely disappointed to discover upon closer inspection that it was advertising a car bodywork firm, and not a fish n chip delivery service. I need to get a life...

In other news, today's canteen menu special was "Baguette filled with hot meat." Is it just me that thinks that's worryingly unspecific? *g*

Thank fuck it's Friday! *flops*

Still, have had eclairs and strawberries, picked up a copy of Jeremy's latest for £3.99 in Sainsbury's and got home to find another Biggles had arrived in the post, hurrah!

And tomorrow it's Eurovision. Easily pleased, me.

Oh, and on the way home was passed on the road by a tank LOL. Not something you see every day. Not round here, anyway!

Just had spaghetti bolognese for lunch. Figured I'd better check I didn't have it plastered round my mouth afterwards - only to discover that while my mouth was clean, I did have some on my forehead.

*fails*

Happy Easter! Errr, think of me as really early for next year, yes?

Glorious weather yesterday, cooked roast lamb for my mum and gran and then we all sat in the garden with the rest of the wine. I may have marginally sunburt my chest. Oops.

Saturday was mostly spent reading Biggles and also The Palace of Varieties. Plus! Doctor Who, Red Dwarf and Britain's Got Talent on telly. Shut up, I never said I had deep and meaningful taste.

And I have shed-loads of chocolate. I don't especially like Easter eggs as such, so I tend to get given boxes of chocolates, and creme eggs, and mini-creme eggs (and, er, a bottle of gin. Thanks Gran! *g*).

Today sadly it's pissing it down. But hey, four days off work, I'm not complaining. And it's only a three-day week, because I'm off to see thinkpink20 on Friday. Woo!

*scoffs cherry liqueurs*

And today for lunch I appear to have possibly the most minging chilli....in the world.

Seriously, fail canteen, FAIL.

It's got so much cheap chilli powder in it it's actually gritty. And has virtually no moisture at all. And, just, eww.

Thank heavens I bought a packet of Malteasers as well...

ETA: Urgh! Clearly, today is truly cursed. Whoever washed up my mug earlier* didn't rinse it, and my first mouthful of tea just now was in fact largely washing up liquid.

Still, on the plus side I can't taste the chilli any more...

* Yes yes, I know I should have done it myself and it serves me right.

ETA2: Ahahahah well hopefully that's the third thing. Just opened my malteasers slightly too forcefully and the packet split right open resulting in a malteaser shower! *headdesk*

I have had an epiphany. Domino's opened up a store in town not long ago, and it occurred to me on the way home tonight that this means I can order online with none of that nasty telephoning business.

Major. Fucking. Win.

Albeit bad news for my waistline *sporfles*

Amusingly, their phone number is almost identical to the existing pizza shop, just round the corner from them (313131 vs 311313). Also, they stuck some vouchers through the door the other day, and on the back of some of them it says: "More than one buy one get one free coupons can be used at the same time" - just below the bit on the same voucher that says "Only one coupon per order." *headdesk*

ETA: Fuck me - it's here already! Less than 15 minutes! You had to wait up to an hour for the other place! OM NOM NOM

( okay, *now* I'm hungry )

( So yes, it's only taken me a week to write up last weekend. )

...I was going to do the current meme, but I can't think of particularly interesting answers to most of them, so I shall spare you the tedium, LOL.

Anyway. Back to work today, to discover that (a) my line manager is changing (from the Office Manager to, er 'The' Manager. Gawd 'elp us.), (b) I shall be working for 2 project managers after the new year instead of just one, and (c) this will mean moving offices. Er, next door (ie back into the one I moved out of this time last year, only now with different occupants).

On the plus side, we had the re-opening ceremony for the maternity wing refurb we've been working on this morning, which meant the local MP doing the ribbon cutting thing, and, more importantly, free cake. And then the lunchtime special was a HUGE yorkshire pudding with sausages, mash and onion gravy. I can haz nap naow?

Normally on a Friday after work, I would be subjected to the full weekly shop. However, as I am home alone for the second night on the trot, my shopping in Sainsbury's just comprised:
- 1 bottle white wine
- 1 pepperoni pizza
- Pack of 4 pork pies
- Pack of 4 chocolate eclairs
- Tub of coleslaw
- Radio Times

*happy sigh*

( cut for length, rambling and Dylan spoilers )

Note to self: do not arrange to meet contractors outside if it is weeing it down with rain and there is a remote chance they will be 15 minutes late *fails, damply*

Canteen fail #1: Woman in front of me asks for broccolli and potato bake, gets broccolli and potato bake, then espies arrival of tray of scampi and decides she wants that instead, forcing poor confused server to abandon the original plate. (Is it me? I just wouldn't do that.)

Canteen fail #2: I get to the till, and the man in front of me is jigging about antsily trying to see into the screened off area where there are workmen. "Are they painting?" he demands. Woman on till shugs with consumate lack of interest. He sniffs, vigorously. "They are. It's no good. I'll have to leave it. I'm allergic to the toxins." And marches off angrily, abandoning his tray next to the till. *headdesk* (Woman on till looks at me in disgust and mutters "I'm allergic too. It gives me a migraine. But I'm stuck here aren't I." I smile apologetically and scurry off).

Phew. Knackered. Me mum's birthday today, so I not only baked a cake this morning, I also cooked a roast chicken lunch with all the trimmings. I iz domestic goddess, yo.

As an added bonus, chicken sandwiches for supper means not having to rush round and cook/eat something before Top Gear starts...

Went out to dinner last night, and if you can measure the success of an evening by the length of the resulting hangover, then it must have been a blinder! Or by the number of rather nice whisky glasses it appears you stole from the pub afterwards.

( Giles Coren eat your heart out )

( So, whass new?  )

( BGT )

In the canteen at lunchtime, I asked for the sweet 'n' sour pork with rice. Then watched as server 1 dolloped the sweet 'n' sour in the middle of a plate and passed it to server 2, who stared at it for a second, then put the rice on top.

I mean - is it me, or is that a bit - backwards? *sporfles*

So far this morning, I have:
* Been to the shop to buy sugar
* Baked a cake
* Cleaned the bathroom
* Done 2 days' worth of washing up
* Put a chicken in the oven and done vegetables for four people
* Ironed linen napkins and also shirts for work next week
* Cleared and set the table

It can be wine time naow plz?

ETA: ( is this not the prettiest cake you ever did see? )

I was going to make a cake this afternoon. But I don't have enough sugar. Now I could (a) walk two minutes down to the shop and buy some or (b) finish watching the second series of the Dukes of Hazzard. Which do you reckon I'm opting for?

( ain't they cute? )

Today, ladies and gentlecreatures, I saved a piece of grass. It's a small, crap piece of grass, admittedly, but a bit of green on a site increasingly ravaged by The Manager's instinctive urges to concrete over verges and rip out shrubberies in the name of Health and Safety, has, for the moment at least, been preserved. Ripping out this particular triangle of grass would have served no actual purpose whatsoever, so for once I actually objected. Until he gave in. I have now, of course, consigned myself to having the piss taken out of me forever more, and it henceforth being known as my piece of grass that no-one must mess with. *sighs*

In other good news, I have painted toenails, and posh chocolates. ( Look, see? )

( what appears to be mostly an account of what Suzie ate on her holidays )