Claire Brewer: July 2008 Archives

Been out for a few pints with nice guys from work and had a quick and interrupted dinner with rich, who on his own admission, was out with the Krazy Kult-ists of the OTO. so I am totally buzzing with work-tastic plans and ideas and general bullshit that means that all I want to do is listen to music and hang out on facebook writing bollocks and not actually doing anything constructive.

Going to cambridge on Friday. One day I will have another mojito that was as good as the one bill and I had in the bar opposite-ish Kings two-ish years ago. that was before law and Barry and Pete and people leaving and work beng a bit shite and credit crunch and stupid yanks fucking up the world economy etc etc etc.

I don't remember much about that time or what happened, but I do remember the velvety lusciousness of that mojito.

So... two days of VMware training. It's ok, but looking more forward to playing with VirtualBox and creating VMs from my redhat boxes than setting up ESX and all that horrible Windows malarkey. The trainer has a really annoying tic. He can't help it (or maybe he can) but it still makes me want to punch him.

I got a wedding invite at the start of the week (thank you, you know who you are!)

Rich starts work next week and has developed an interest in Aleister Crowley and the OTO. Very glad about the first thing, can't really say too much about the rest of it, don't know enough to really pass comment.

I got a receipt from college acknowledging my payment for the dressmaking course; I start in September. I am really looking forward to doing this - I need this sort of structured approach to get me out of the house and doing something for myself for a change.

I have a leaving do to go to tomorrow, should probably get quite emotional. My first manager I had at this place is going after 10 years along with three other (ex) members of staff, but I hope they'll get a good send off.

Jo's wedding reception really was a lovely thing. She looked stunning. It was fabulous and a total surprise too to see Caitlin again and finally meet her lovely girlfriend Jen. They are moving to London to start a new life and I hope to be able to catch up with them a bit more often.

I am feeling tired so I'm going to sleep soon.

Was lovely. Friend only photos are available on Flickr. If you're not a friend then ask for a private viewing.

"On 21/07/2008 13:25, "XXXXX XXXXX" <XXXXX.XXXXX@XXXXXX.org.uk> wrote:

> What now?

I'm stabbing M****** fucking S***** in the eyes at 2pm. If you leave now his corpse might still be twitching by the time you get here.

How are you? Good weekend?

:)

C"

Just signed up for a 28 week dressmaking course at the local Adult Education Centre.

Yay! I've been wanting to do this for ages, can't wait to start learning more about patterns, cutting and darts.

Going to Swansea this weekend for the lovely Jo's wedding reception. Haven't been out anywhere nice for ages so it will be great to put a nice frock on and catch up with some old chums.

Work is crazy busy but still found a little time to email Andy back a couple of times <waves towards Twyford>. A *huge* project is kicking off and I'm working on it. It's incredibly scary but very exciting.

I thought the old hag had died.

Teenager finds bat in bra Well what a lovely story.

So why did the silly tart feel the need to flash her tits all over the newspapers this morning?

I'm so ashamed. I can't believe a made a geek joke. I want to kill myself. Entourage capitalises the initial letter of a new sentence, so my response to a message sent by a colleague was:

At least Grep -i works in OS X, unlike 'proper' Unix. :) "

<goes into a dark room and cries>
My life is over.

I've decided that if I had a time machine there are two times I would like to go back to and influence a change in myself.

one: I'm in primary school and crying in front of Miss Strange after a particularly bad bullying session from various people in class. I should have fought back. Or made mum *do* something instead of just accepting her assurance that everything would stop eventually.

two: I should have spent my first summer after starting poly in Swindon.

both of those things left me an emotional fuck up. Wouldn't it be nice to wipe the slate clean and be free of all that fucking bullshit?