Floating alphabets and the Death Star canteen

Phewwwwwww!!! TGIF!!! I am sooooooo looking forward to this weekend. Other than drinks with friends tonight I’ve purposely planned very little. I usually spend my weekends running here, there and everywhere trying to fit in errands, trips to the gym and catch ups with friends and I’m usually frazzled by the end of it, so it’s time for some rest and relaxation I think as I've been struggling even more than usual to get out of bed for work this past week and doing very little appeals immensely.

I also didn’t have the best of times at a client meeting yesterday morning. The more junior of the clients was very sweet, but her boss….shudder. What a witch. She was so unnecessarily nasty. When she blew into the conference room so did the artic wind. I've never experienced such a frosty reception from someone who’s never met me before; she was an absolute snot who clearly thought that meeting with us was a waste of her time. I found her incredibly argumentative, questioning every word out of my mouth. I was sat there thinking calm down woman we're only on the agenda. I don’t know how she can go through life like that; it must be exhausting to be so unpleasant. She was like the Wicked Witch of the West without the warmth.

It really pissed me off how rude she was to barely give us the time of day when we’d spent an intense few days working on the project. I’d worked a good part of last weekend and was in work late on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. I was even dreaming about the damn thing. My part of the project required me to analyze a few customer segments which were identified by 3 letter acronyms: SMS, CMS, TAS etc and on Tuesday I had a restless night dreaming the alphabet was floating above my head just out of my reach and I was struggling to jump and reach for the letters to make up the names of the segments. I really hate it when work infiltrates my dreams.

Oh and I also found my first grey hair. I’m not at all happy about that I can tell you, but fortunately it’s only one, so it’s easily missed and yeah, I know, I’m a lucky bitch to have made it to almost 37 without having to resort to a trip to the colourist to hide the grey, but my father only just started turning grey a couple of years ago and he’s 57 so I was kind of hoping to have scored some of those genetics given all the years I’ve had to put up with the masses of baby fine hair I’ve inherited from him. I can’t do a thing with it without drenching it in half a can of volumising hair mousse.

Fortunately my spirits were significantly lifted when I got back to the office after the meeting and found that Emma had snagged us tickets for the upcoming Eddie Izzard shows at the Union Square Theatre on February 22nd.

Eeek, I’m so happy, I lurve Eddie Izzard!!