All 8 entries tagged Grrrr
February 19, 2007
After getting a shiney, shiney camera for Christmas I went a bit mad and took loads of photos, some good, some bad and some downright ugly. Hundreds of them.
Then as I went to show someone the snowfest that was Birmingham the camra told me it had a memory card error. Bollox.
Now I don’t know what to do because all the card readers I have tried refuse to accept that there is a memory card full of photos in it.
Does anyone know if my pictures are doomed to remain on the card or is there some super-dooper method to get my ugly pictures back? Should I just keep trying different readers?
February 14, 2006
There isn't much money in the biology jobs I want to do, and I was discussing this… well it wasn't really a discussion, it was him telling me I was wrong… with some chartered accountant in Lovely Boyfriends pub.
So he told me how much money he earnt and how much money I should be earning… by telling me I should go to an investment banking company and "present myself and my set of skills". Right… fine… but that has NOTHING to do with the field of science I'm interested in… OR TO DO WITH MY SCIENCE AT ALL!!
Ugh he was so…
As if all the recruiting e-mails from warwick careers wasn't bad enough to put me off going into banking, he certainly has.
January 21, 2006
Decided that flowery green was better, so changed the appearance.
Train home was strange. A train full of empty seats and this lady sits next to me. There's nothing wrong with this, I'm just not used it, it generally doesn't happen does it? Usually people avoid sitting next anyone at all on public transport… they seek to avoid it, at all costs.
kinda related…For example bags on seats… even though the place is filling up someone is going to need to sit down, but bags are placed in the space.
Trains and buses are both examples… Does your bag have a reservation? No? So MOVE YOUR BAGS YOU BASTARDS!
Anyway, I'm going to watch Futurama "But existing is basically all I do".
January 17, 2006
I have been on campus for waaaaaaaay to long and it's making me sad, trying to do my fecking power point presentation. I seem to have a lot of words about nothing in particular, very few relevant pictures (I'm considering putting in a picture of a monkey… thats how desparate I am) and quite frankly its making me angry.
I'm not wanting Friday to be here, but as people keep saying I'll be glad when its over.
Yes I will… but I don't want it to come.
October 06, 2005
I haven't posted in a while because we haven't had the internet at our house in Leamington, because the internet company is a load of shite, after two weeks of complaining they actually listened to us and sorted out the problem… frustratingly in a matter of minutes.
To begin with they gave us a CD that SHOULD have registered us with the 'net company but it just kept telling us we had a system error, so we rang them up and they kept us on hold for ages and then told us to turn everything off and use the CD again, at the next call they talked us through setting it up manually, over the next few calls they just repeated this information even when we told them that it hadn't worked previously and it just kept saying system error, they said they would send someone out to fix it on monday…but they didn't. So today we rang up again and we got through to almost all departments and then they hung up on us. So we called up again and someone consulted with the senior technician and told us they could register us at their end. It took about 10 minutes to sort that out.
Why, why, why, why, WHY couldn't they have done that before on one of our previous 10 phonecalls?
So now I'm going to vent my spleen at them and tell them what a bag of shite they are… put slightly more eloquently than that.
June 22, 2005
I got my hair cut this weekend, a process I hate, hence waiting a whole year before having to put myself through it. Though it got to the point where I could tie it in a knot to keep it up, and the ends were all scraggy. I told the hairdresser that I didn't like getting my haircut and she couldn't understand why, and then proceeded to do all the things that would put you off ever being scissored again:
She had incredably long nails which she proceeded to press into my skull repeatedly.
She talked a lot about nothing and slagged off previous customers, her neighbours, and several other people, whom I had no idea about
She put a "treatment" in my hair which I had to pay for, only for her to put all this other crap on it as she went along which surely wiped out any effects of any "treatment".
She used hair straightners set to several million degrees C, and proceeded to sear my scalp. Not very comfortable.
She didn't seem to be paying much attention when washing my hair and soaked my face. Thanks missus.
And these all add up to me not wanting to get my hair cut, oh and ofcourse I should probably choose more carefully where I get it cut…so now only another 12 months to go before I get it cut again.
June 11, 2005
I've just come back on the train, and spent the journey in someones armpit, not by choice by the way, but for the lack of seating available. For goodness sake can they not put extra carriages on at so called peak times, eg weekends, Friday nights are a bitch too.
Plus I paid for that bastard journey, to spend it up close and personal with numerous people I had no intention of ever getting that close to. effing train journeys. I accept though that they are not always bad, but when it is bad its very bad.
Oh and while I'm on a rant, yesterday when we left the exam hall, people were still doing their exams, but some of the people leaving felt it was ok to make as much noise as possible with chairs/tables/ small collections of stationary. And some people thought it was ok to talk. Stupid fucking bastards. Have some damn consideration. Wankers.
June 03, 2005
So many things grating at my nerves today…I'M A WOMAN ON THE EDGE!
1)My alarm clock, despite being set, didnít go off…there is no way I could have slept through it as my alarm is enough to wake the rest of the household. So instead of the intended wake up at 8, it was 11.
2)Instead of waking up gently, I woke up to some auld fella strimming the grass, intermittently for the following 2 hours. Whatís more he didnít do a good job. There are tufts of grass all over the place, I think he strimmed a few dog craps, and the noise it created made my brain go ďblahĒ, collpase and die.
3)The fridge is leaking again and I stood in the puddle of its contents in my bare feet. Rank.
4)There are no knives… plenty of forks and spoons, but no knives. Where can they actually be?
5)Lack of hair bobbles- currently am using bits of stationary to keep hair out of way, and resembling something of a shop display stand in Smiths.
6)My room is generally depressing, there is a hole in the floor, the wallpaper is peeling off, there is Chinese graffiti on walls, and someone has written SAMSUNG repeatedly on my desk. As well as there being several unidentifiable stains on the walls carpets and ceiling (how they got up there…I have no idea). All of this was here when I moved in, but now Iím in here so much…oh god its awful.
7)My computer is being a turd. Nuff said.
8)Iíve lost one shoe... yes Iíve checked the freezer… maybe its with the knives
9)People who sound like they are having fun... shouldnít you be in the library or something?
10)Revision... is... going...so... slowly. It has taken me hours to do one stinking lecture.
But on the bright side I got a ďDo your BestĒ card from Little Brother and good-luck token, which was quite sweet, and Lovely Irish Boyfriend is coming to stay, so Iím going to have a nice evening, and tomorrow will be a better day…