Wot a Week That Woz
Saturday, 12. January 2008, 13:07:33
Hello all! 
No smutty pics this time around, you'll be glad/sad to see (delete as appropriate). I thought I'd better have a clean post to avoid any further embarrassment. I was at work, you see, innocently writing a comment in my Shoutbox when a colleague passed by from behind me and gleefully told the entire office I was surfing porn sites, an entirely sackable offence. A little bit of thought would have prevented this but as I've had one thousand-and-one distractions this week I don't think I can really be blamed.
I didn't half blush though!
It's been a funny old week, this my first full week back at work since the festive holidays. Some holidays drag on too long and you do start looking forward to the simple rhythms of a working life again, but I hadn't quite reached that stage yet. Coming back for a full week seemed like cruel and unusual punishment.
This feeling wasn't helped by my needing to clear a backlog of overdue orders and emails, while still having to deal with the dozens of fussy little complaints, alterations and issues reported to me on a daily basis. Monday and Tuesday passed without much excitement, Wednesday was horrible – just nasty. Thursday was amazing thanks to the feeling of making real and significant progress at long last, on a number of fronts, while Friday finished on a bit of a sour note. All part and parcel of the working experience, as I'm sure a great number of you can testify.
On the financial side, the agency I work for managed to screw up my pay - and that of my colleagues – for what seems depressingly like the thousandth time. I'm down about £70 this week. It's not a huge problem, I won't incur any bank charges or anything like that, but it is infuriating that after three years those fucking monkeys I work for still can't get a simple thing like pay right. They're supposed to be sorting it, and we've been promised the deficit paid into our accounts shortly (touch wood) but I remain deeply dissatisfied at not being able to rely on them for such a fundamental part of our contractual relationship. I don't suffer incompetence well, and would give anything at this point to part company from such a shower of total imbeciles.
Staying on the subject of incompetence, The Carphone Warehouse have once more failed to reach the lowest of my expectations. Remember back in October (the 7th) I was promised £150 due to their mis-selling me a phone a few months previous? No, I still haven't received their cheque, despite being told it would take only 28 days both on that date AND when I phoned to chase it on the 23rd November. It's on the way now, allegedly - I made damn sure they knew I'd been promised this twice before and wouldn't be happy if the 3rd time was NOT lucky - but it's going to take...you guessed it...another 28 days.
If it fails to arrive this time they'll be cancelling my contract and paying me a lot more than £150 for my inconvenience!
Ok. After all that kvetching I think I should end this post on a much more positive note.
As some of you may know I'm currently rather unhappy with the amount of weight I've put on since entering this sedentary office-based lifestyle 3 years ago. My waist has expanded several inches, I feel tired and heavy all the time, and I'm growing heartily sick of feeling so desperately unfit.
Enter Scottish Slimmers.
After hearing lots of positive word-of-mouth regarding their services locally, and some patient research, I decided to take myself along to a meeting on Thursday night. I had intended to go only to see what I could expect, but ended up joining when an inner voice started screaming at me to stop pissing around and sign up right bloody now (My inner-voice can be quite harsh when it wants to be). Basically, I don't feel I can afford to waste any more time; I have to start losing the weight now, particularly if I want to fit back into my Kilt by my birthday in June. Scottish Slimmers should give me the support I need, and promises an average weight loss of 7 lbs per month (meaning a full stone in two). I aim to lose about two-and-a-half/three stone, so I estimate about 6 months work altogether, depending on my metabolism and other factors beyond my ken, but I'm prepared for a longer haul if needed.
It's a daunting prospect. I'm not good a long term commitments like this but hope the weekly meetings will help keep me on the right path. I need to do this as a long-term platform from which I can launch myself into the next few challenging years of my life. I need to change my habits to a more active mode. I need to learn how to eat properly. There have been lots of little steps over the last 24 months leading up to this, so now is the time to start putting it all together and making the changes that will lead to a happier, more confident, more active me. Hopefully, at long last, I'm going to get this right.
No smutty pics this time around, you'll be glad/sad to see (delete as appropriate). I thought I'd better have a clean post to avoid any further embarrassment. I was at work, you see, innocently writing a comment in my Shoutbox when a colleague passed by from behind me and gleefully told the entire office I was surfing porn sites, an entirely sackable offence. A little bit of thought would have prevented this but as I've had one thousand-and-one distractions this week I don't think I can really be blamed.
I didn't half blush though!
It's been a funny old week, this my first full week back at work since the festive holidays. Some holidays drag on too long and you do start looking forward to the simple rhythms of a working life again, but I hadn't quite reached that stage yet. Coming back for a full week seemed like cruel and unusual punishment.
This feeling wasn't helped by my needing to clear a backlog of overdue orders and emails, while still having to deal with the dozens of fussy little complaints, alterations and issues reported to me on a daily basis. Monday and Tuesday passed without much excitement, Wednesday was horrible – just nasty. Thursday was amazing thanks to the feeling of making real and significant progress at long last, on a number of fronts, while Friday finished on a bit of a sour note. All part and parcel of the working experience, as I'm sure a great number of you can testify.
On the financial side, the agency I work for managed to screw up my pay - and that of my colleagues – for what seems depressingly like the thousandth time. I'm down about £70 this week. It's not a huge problem, I won't incur any bank charges or anything like that, but it is infuriating that after three years those fucking monkeys I work for still can't get a simple thing like pay right. They're supposed to be sorting it, and we've been promised the deficit paid into our accounts shortly (touch wood) but I remain deeply dissatisfied at not being able to rely on them for such a fundamental part of our contractual relationship. I don't suffer incompetence well, and would give anything at this point to part company from such a shower of total imbeciles.
Staying on the subject of incompetence, The Carphone Warehouse have once more failed to reach the lowest of my expectations. Remember back in October (the 7th) I was promised £150 due to their mis-selling me a phone a few months previous? No, I still haven't received their cheque, despite being told it would take only 28 days both on that date AND when I phoned to chase it on the 23rd November. It's on the way now, allegedly - I made damn sure they knew I'd been promised this twice before and wouldn't be happy if the 3rd time was NOT lucky - but it's going to take...you guessed it...another 28 days.
If it fails to arrive this time they'll be cancelling my contract and paying me a lot more than £150 for my inconvenience!Ok. After all that kvetching I think I should end this post on a much more positive note.
As some of you may know I'm currently rather unhappy with the amount of weight I've put on since entering this sedentary office-based lifestyle 3 years ago. My waist has expanded several inches, I feel tired and heavy all the time, and I'm growing heartily sick of feeling so desperately unfit.
Enter Scottish Slimmers.
After hearing lots of positive word-of-mouth regarding their services locally, and some patient research, I decided to take myself along to a meeting on Thursday night. I had intended to go only to see what I could expect, but ended up joining when an inner voice started screaming at me to stop pissing around and sign up right bloody now (My inner-voice can be quite harsh when it wants to be). Basically, I don't feel I can afford to waste any more time; I have to start losing the weight now, particularly if I want to fit back into my Kilt by my birthday in June. Scottish Slimmers should give me the support I need, and promises an average weight loss of 7 lbs per month (meaning a full stone in two). I aim to lose about two-and-a-half/three stone, so I estimate about 6 months work altogether, depending on my metabolism and other factors beyond my ken, but I'm prepared for a longer haul if needed.
It's a daunting prospect. I'm not good a long term commitments like this but hope the weekly meetings will help keep me on the right path. I need to do this as a long-term platform from which I can launch myself into the next few challenging years of my life. I need to change my habits to a more active mode. I need to learn how to eat properly. There have been lots of little steps over the last 24 months leading up to this, so now is the time to start putting it all together and making the changes that will lead to a happier, more confident, more active me. Hopefully, at long last, I'm going to get this right.
You shouldn't let yourself lose more than a couple of pounds a week though, not good for your poor body! No point starving yourself just for a kilt!
hm...maybe you could just get a new kilt? Or take up dancing classes (maybe even highland dancing?!) or swimming! Nice bracing weekend walks along Aberdeen beach?
I'm trying to get myself fitter and back into shape this year too
By kirstycat, # 12. January 2008, 13:38:33
Getting a new kilt would defeat the purpose of wanting to fit into the one I already have - I NEED to lose the weight, for my health, my fitness and my overall confidence. I have a clearly defined picture in my head of how I want to look and I'm not going to rest now until I've gotten as close to that image as I can.
I won't be starving myself, not by a long shot. But I will be eating a lot less than I currently do - my portion sizes are ridiculous! I eat enough for two or more for every big meal I make! And yes I totally agree that 1-2 lbs a week is the most I should expect to see, and the most healthy rate at which to lose weight. I'm even trying to find a dinner set of smaller plates and bowls than the ones I use presently - every little helps!
I was thinking of dancing, actually! Not sure what's available to me yet, but I'll definitely be having a look around in the next few weeks!
Best of luck for your own fitness plans, Kirsten.
By GrantTLC, # 12. January 2008, 13:51:58
By GoldBug, # 12. January 2008, 19:46:58
By GrantTLC, # 13. January 2008, 09:38:58
Do all Scottish men own kilts?
If you want to lose weight, go on the 'Kimbers is a monkey diet'. I think a monkey would eat most of the foods I eat. Basically, it consists of fruit, fruit, vegetables, fruit, water, green tea, rye toast, fruit and oats with honey...and fruit on the top. I think the worst things to eat are things from packets, where the ingredient lit if 70 ingredients long! I don't even know what all of that stuff is!
By galadriel, # 16. January 2008, 09:02:13
No, just us lucky ones.
I'd LOVE to see Monkeys preparing Green Tea. Who says they're not intelligent!
By GrantTLC, # 16. January 2008, 12:06:31
Oh, I didn't know that. My step nanna is Scottish. She is from Hawick, do you know it?
Oh, I'd love to see that too. I wonder if they know that the saucer goes UNDER the cup. Some child development place thought I was retarded becasue I didn't know what to do with a saucer and cup! (my parents drink coffee, not tea)
Oh, that's good then. I recommend strawberries Mmmm and peaches!
By galadriel, # 16. January 2008, 12:23:17
I do know Hawick! I grew up not too far from there in that region of Scotland we call The Borders. About 40-miles away if memory serves? (Look for 'Coldstream' in google maps or google Earth if you get a moment) And if you want to pronounce 'Hawick' with a genuine borders accent, try saying 'Hoyk' a few times.
Mmmmmm. Strawberries and peaches....*drools down shirt-front*
By GrantTLC, # 16. January 2008, 15:04:03
By galadriel, # 17. January 2008, 04:31:32
By GrantTLC, # 17. January 2008, 07:57:48