Monday, October 30, 2006
Today, I head into college for the bollocking from my tutors. I have done bugger all college work for a month. I've got 3 months to write my dissertation and prepare my work for interim assessment and then there's that small matter of what do I do at the end of the degree?
One step at a time. Today, I hope to get onto a bus with a recording device of some kind to start making a film. But as equipment is first come, first served at the college and I haven't been about for 4 weeks, I'm not optimistic. We'll see, I'll sort something out.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
The advice I took? I took my cat to the vet, as per Dianne's advice. I'm really chuffed I did. Though I would say that the cat is still unimpressed with the whole procedure; she's not keen on injections. She had a steriod injection for the scratching, plus this new whizzy Front-line, plus a spray to do the flat, plus a flea comb.
If you really want my advice, the best way to spend a Friday night is on the kitchen floor with a bowl of hot water and several drops of lavender oil, a flea comb, and a scratching cat. Words fail to describe how satisfying it is to comb the little buggers out of her coat and drown them. The cat purred so much I was sure she was going to hurt her throat. The down side is that for every flea we took off of her, there are probably another 90 in the carpet somewhere.
But not for long. Tomorrow is my day off (the first day off for 6 days) and boy and I will be attending to the fleas. We will have to read the instructions on the tin, apparently this stuff is scary, kills all sorts of creepy-crawlies. Unfortunately, it does mean I have to do the laundry so I can hoover the floor.
I'm sure you never intended to stop by to read about my de-fleaing adventures, I am sorry. But next week I go onto my part-time hours and if I don't do some college work soon, I'm going to get my butt seriously kicked. So I promise, normal service will be resumed.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
The good news is that I'm now flying solo at work. I got signed off yesterday and today has been my first shift answering calls without someone actively listening in. I would have had more fun, had the shift not ended at 22.00 hrs and my next shift begin at 7.00 for which I have to get up at 5.30.
I've had something to eat, some ibuprofen, now I'm off to bed. Please talk amongst yourselves, I'll be back shortly.
Monday, October 23, 2006
I'm blogging in between loads of laundry. When the load is done, I'm off to bed, so this may be very brief. I made it into College today to attend the Course Committee meeting, I am a student rep and I rather like going to these events; with bribery and corruption, I have ensured I am always welcome. I always take something naughty but nice to munch on. I began my working life in local government, and there if you wanted anybody to turn up to your meetings, you had to put food on. It's amazing how sharing food with people encourages partnership working.
Anyway, 'Irritable and Weepy' was used to describe a caller's penis. When I read it, I just couldn't stop laughing. I know it is probably a very uncomfortable condition, but it brought to mind Wicked Willie sobbing into a soggy, crumpled tissue, shouting 'eff off!' to gentle enquiries.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
2. Ate part of Indian takeaway.
3. Watched Motorcycle Diaries for the 2nd time as part of my dissertation.
4. Slept and got up late.
5. IMed with Britwitch, checked up on my fave blogs, left comments where appropriate.
6. Ate more Indian takeaway.
7. Watched Ivanhoe, lusted after George Saunders. I just love those medieval epics. It's the dresses.
8. Despite myself, watched Sister Act II. Very cheesy, but enjoyed it. Don't tell anyone.
9. Laughed my way through The Full Monty. It's just excellent British cinema. My favourite scene is when they're cuing for the dole and Donna Summer is piped through. Another one for my Yule list.
10. More blogging.
How do I feel? Pretty good. Nearly ready to take on the world. Just give me a few more minutes.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Now I've got to the weekend and I'm sat here with my luke warm coffee, listening to 'Blue for You', I'm assembling my To Do List.
1. Do chores, my flat looks like a bomb site. (Yes, I know, it always looks like that, I'm sure I've got some UN reconstruction team running here). Laundry would be good, the socks keep scurrying around at night, fighting with boy's boxers.
2. Do admin. Like write letter to council saying I really am a student. Write letter to insurance giant telling them I am not coming to work for them, which they need in writing. Find council bill and pay, before they send the boys round.
3. Research the best way to get rid of fleas. Boy's cat has picked up some unwelcome visitors and looks miserable, so much so she won't play with the socks anymore. Perhaps that's why they keep picking fights with the boxers.
4. Do some work on my dissertation, like some reading maybe, taking notes. That sort of thing.
5. Do the work for NEAD, which I said I would do 4 weeks ago.
6. Write 1,000 for prose class next Wednesday, tidy up 1st poem and complete numbers 2 & 3.
I'm sure there's something else I should be doing, I just can't think of it at the moment.
And you thought I was a pessimist.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
1. The bus timetable on-line bears no resemblance to the timetable actually on the stop. Which seems to be the time that the bus runs to. I would rather the bus company let me deal with the works of fiction.
2. Their forms for bus passes are outdated and ridiculous. I do not have a Christian name. I am not a Christian. When I scratched it out and whinged for the 5th time to the guy behind the desk, he sighed. He works for the County Council and it's not his fault. I am not the only passenger to whinge. We sighed together and he gave me their e-mail address. Wonder whether they'll respond?
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
I am just going to sit here and see what happens. I have no idea what's good for me anymore, I just know that for the first time, I'm excited about my present. I'm not giving myself a hard time about the things I 'should' and 'ought' to be doing. It's me and boy having a good time.
I came home after a day at college and said to him 'fancy going to a poetry reading?'. He was up for it, so we rushed around and went. It was part of the Norwich Fringe Festival , the God of Poetry read, and it was just amazing. I know my boy didn't get the nuances or the beauty of the language, but he appreciated the bawdy humour. And it was a shared experience. As he grows up and away, I hope that one day he'll appreciate how hard I've tried.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Given that I'm also trying to work, run a household, look after my pre-teen; oh and have a life of my own, I'm beginning to think I don't have the energy. I think I'd just like to get the best degree I can and see what happens afterwards. After all, the Universe provides. And I am good at problem solving, I'm sure I could find a way to borrow the money to do the MA. Lots of students work and study at the same time at post-grad level.
What do you think?
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Today has been a mix of chores and hanging out with my homie (my pre-teen). We watched Spirited Away again. I love this modern fairy tale, it is breathtaking at times and always leaves me feeling slightly awestruck. So much so that we'll be curled up watching Princess Mononoke after dinner. There is just something about the waterscapes that I find myself wishing these fantasy places were real, so I could go visit.
Yet another obsession coming on. Water journeys. I'd love to take a boat trip from the beginning of a river right down to the sea. When I was a teenager, there used to be a travel programme called River Journeys (I think. It was a long time ago) on early Saturday evenings, showing people doing exactly that. I seem to remember one done through the Black Forest, it was amazing. It was so atmospheric. Hmmm....something to do before I die.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
I've got one more day of training and then it's on to my Preceptorship, which basically means I begin to take 'live' calls with an experienced Health Advisor sitting next to me. So starts my life in shifts. In fact, this is my last free weekend, so I'm trying to enjoy it as much as I can.
The training is going well, it's still loads of fun. But I'm getting a bit itchy not being at college. I will have only missed a week of sessions, which won't be difficult to catch up, but I'm aware my dissertation is looming....
Thursday, October 12, 2006
I like expletives. There is a great deal of satisfaction to be had by muttering 'buggery, buggery, bollocks', under your breath when you've forgotten that really important piece of paper at home and you are two hours away from your bed. Expletives are brilliant adjectives 'it was fucking huge'. You can deny something with vehemence 'I wouldn't fucking touch him in a million years'. And you can wish someone to experience one of the nicest things in the world - 'fuck you'.
I'm going to bed now. Night.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Today was Monday. I could tell because I turned up at the agreed pick-up point at 8.25, bought a sarnie and waited 10 mins. I waited by myself. I rang a couple of numbers. Apparently, the agreed pick-up time was 8.10, they had waited 15 mins for me and then gone on the the Ambulance Centre. *sigh*. I then had to leggit into the city to catch the Number 28. Half-way there I stopped and phoned the trainers to let them know I was going to be late. Fortunately, they forgave me and were really lovely. Thanks to the Number 28 turning up just as I reached the bus stop, I was only 20 minutes late. How to impress your employers - not.
The training was great, we got to play with the computer system all day, learning the best way to key in more and more complicated symptoms. In each pod (call centre speak for desk with chair, PC and phone) there is a file with need-to-know information, including a sheet on Christmas Specials. It's a sheet dedicated to the things people are likely to ingest. Wrapping paper, sellotape, tinsel, decorations, baubles and glow sticks. There's also a section for foliage.
The scary thing is that people must have tried to eat this stuff for it to be on the list. I mean, how drunk would you have to get, to look at a 6 inch glow stick and think 'yummy'? For the record exchange as many kisses as you can get under the mistletoe; under no circumstances eat it. Otherwise you'll get through to me.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
As I am now paid by the hour and I'm working with nurses and other medical people, I've got to turn up. If ever you're feeling a little bit poorly with a cold, a nurse is the last person you'll get sympathy from. They've seen it all that day/week/year and are probably fighting off the 'flu courtesy of one of their patients. Mind you, if you're really poorly, or upset, they are fabulous. Anyway, I'm not that poorly. I've been shovelling out the flat today. Mind you, if I didn't boy would be going starkers to school tomorrow and Env Health would've shut my kitchen down. It's tough being a grown-up.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Anyway, on Wednesday morning grey and early, I caught the Number 15 and changed for the Number 28 to get me to Hellesdon by 8.15. Up until now, I've been catching buses outside of rush hour. I never realised there was such a difference in atmosphere.
The bus driver was the only one awake (thank goodness). Everyone else seemed fast asleep, the bus was dead silent. Now, the Number 15 comes in from Silfield and is usually a really noisy trip, with kids and OAPs and mums chattering to their seat partner, or to the person behind. No one spoke throughout the whole trip. I was amazed when we got into town, that the bus driver didn't shout "Norwich City Centre! Wakey, wakey!" People got off the bus at half speed. I was half expecting paramedics waiting for us at the bus stop with caffeine IV drips at the ready. How these zombies would be turned into the Productive, I have no idea. I just looked at the bus driver, but he didn't act like it was out of the ordinary. I had to wait half an hour before the Number 28 rocked up in the grey and cold, but I did get to hear about Karen's great night out. She turned up at 7.30, wide awake and chirpy. She told her friend on the other end of her super-slim phone, and all of us waiting for the Number 28 about her non-excitement in her local pub. After awhile, I could see that silence that early in the morning is actually a virtue. Fortunately she ended her conversation before the bus arrived and I think we all enjoyed the completely silent trip.
I have to confess I'm glad I've got a lift organised for the rest of next weeks training. It means I get half an hour longer in bed. I'm not sure I've really got the stamina to do more runs on commuting buses. I'm not sure I'm prepared to suffer that much for my art.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
This blog is about participation, a big issue that artists in galleries grapple with quite a lot of the time. Punters in a gallery setting especially, are often afraid to push the buttons that say 'push', or laugh or even to have fun with the piece. While this is not even close to the finished piece, it's still part of it, and in whatever form my submission will take in May, it will have been influenced by the comments and feedback that I will have got from you, my readers, my fellow travellers.
So perhaps over the next couple of weeks while I'm trying to come to grips with my new job, you'll do some thinking on my behalf.
- What would you like to see on this site?
- What are your experiences with travelling that changed your perspective on life? and would you be willing to share them with the wider world? Obviously being Anonymous is fine, but it would be great to be able to put names to stories.
I'd really appreciate it if you would take some time and bear those questions in mind. Technology and time permitting, I will try and follow up your suggestions. And of course, I'll let you know when my degree show is happening and you'll be more than welcome to come and have a giggle at my final piece.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Having signed into college, I'm now going to be in training for my new job. I will be travelling on another bus route, so I will have material for you, but I might not make it every day. Just bear with me, normal service will be resumed.
Monday, October 02, 2006
"That's fine, I'm not intending to get off."
"What do you mean? This is the last stop."
"I'm doing an art project on bus travel, this is my bus pass for this month, so I can travel your circuit."
"I can see what it is."
"Do you want me to get off?"
"I don't mind what you do, I think you're bloody stoopit. Don't know why you'd bother."
I got off anyway.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Tomorrow, I register in college. I've got an action packed schedule in between signing in and catching up with people, I've got a tutorial with my CP about my project. I'll let you know how it goes. It is a form filling in exercise as much as anything, they need to know my plans for world domination this year. The feedback and guidance will be useful after having spent the summer ploughing my own furrow, so to speak.
Watch this space. Please?