Vino, falling down and an angry Chinese lady

So, the snow didn't listen to then. We had about four inches in Northampton on Saturday evening and, because the airports were closed Naomi didn't make it home. In fact, she is still not home. As I write this she is stuck in Zurich, where she did manage to get to, trying to find a flight home to an airport that is open. Y'see? What did I tell ya? Snow sucks.

Those of us that were in Northampton braved the arctic conditions and hit up Northampton town centre. There was vino and dancing a-plenty. There was also falling down from Loz and an angry Chinese woman wielding a knife. Really. We went into a Chinese take away to get some food but she thought we had just gone in to get warm which, to be honest I think we could have been forgiven for. So she banged her knife on the counter and shrieked "Are you going to order?" at us. Needless to say we told her we would not be spoken to in such a fashion (or something less coherent and more drunken but with the same sentiment) and stormed out on our high horse! Anywho, a lot of fun was had and I think I have just about thawed out. It was freakin' freezing.

First day in new job today. Frick. Will let you know how that pans out...

Leaving presents and fashion porn ...

So, yesterday was my last day at The Words Workshop. *sad face* I loved working there, but more for the people and the atmosphere than the actual work. Y'see I was writing about things that I really have no passion for which tends to make your brain numb after a while. Still, I love the folks there so I'm really going to miss them.


They bought me lovely 'goodbye' presents which included a gorgeous Paperchase notepad (I love the Paperchase), Next vouchers and two of these lovely Christmas baubles:

 

I become the 'new girl' again on Monday. You can see my feelings on that here. However, since I have written that post something else has dawned on me...What the frick am I going to wear? This is not a rhetorical question by the way.

Ideally I'd like to wear this gorgeous piece of fashion porn:

 Marc Jacobs Python-effect camouflage blouse from theoutnet.com

However the bank balance says no. So, help. What do you wear for the first day at your dream job?

In other news... I'm off for long run this morning and I might drop in to the gym for Body Pump if my motivation doesn't wane. I shall then be primping and preening for tonight's 'Christmas do' with the girls before partaking in some vodka-ing - that's what they mean when they sing "'Tis the season to be jolly", right?

Not any old week

'Tis a funny old week for me this week. Feelings I expect to be included in this week's events include: excitement, happiness, nerves to the point of vom and sadness to the point of teariness. It's all in there! And here's why. 

The big sister and her hubby return home this week for Christmas - Big Freest (or Astrop now that she is all married and that) and her husband moved out to Ohio about 2 and a half years ago. Hubby is very brainy and landed himself a PHD at the University out there. So, they are there for 5 years and I miss them muchly. Bad times. But they are home on Thursday for ten days so I get to see these two beautiful faces. Good times. So, Thursday night is for curry with the family.

Milk cartons and moustaches. Not milk moustaches. That's something different.

On a very similar note, one of my lovely girls moved out to Dubai a couple of months ago to teach at a new English school out there. She is back for Christmas this week which means one of our other girls who lives in Hull is coming back to the 'hamp and we all get to party like it's 1999 on Saturday night. Aces!

It's also my last week at my current job. I start a brand new one next week. Eeeeep! My feelings about this are the following:

• I love the guys I work with so boo.
• I'm so excited for my new job so yay
• I'm freakin' nervous about being the 'new girl' (see previous post: New job fear) so ...eep.

So, generally a bit all over the place this week. Will be zoning out a plenty at the gym by way of gaining a bit of normality! (Unless vodka creeps in somewhere and puts that at risk too...! Likely.)

New job fear

So, I have a new job which I start on 20th... and I have the fear. The kind of fear you have as a child going to school for the first time.

Image from The Mommy Files

Don't get me wrong, I'm beyond excited about my new job. I used to work for a local magazine as a beauty editor and then I moved on to a general PR and copywriting agency. I love the job I am about to leave but more because of the people than the job itself. I'm writing about some pretty uninspiring things and was always hoping to return to the beauty industry. So, for me, this was the perfect step.

However, I am going to be the 'new girl' who has replaced the 'old girl' who they probably all liked. I'm not going to know where the toilet is. I'm not going to know where the post room is. I am not going to know if I have broken the unspeakable rule of parking in someone else's spot (even though they aren't designated spaces) therefore pissing someone off before they've even met me. And, worst of all, I'm not going to know what to do at lunch time.

That last one probably bothers me the most (seeing as I am always worrying about my stomach and where its next fill is coming from). Do they go out at lunch time? Do they take lunch in with them and eat it at their desk? Or, do they go down to the cafe and buy lunch? And, if it's the later, where do they sit? Does each department have their own table that they sit at? What happens if I sit at the wrong table? Will I get chased out of the office with fire torches? Or, worse still shunned and ignored! *drops to the floor and sits rocking in the corner*.

So, advice please dear friends. Have you started a new job recently? How did you deal with being the 'newbie'? And, most importantly, where did you sit at lunchtime? And also, what did you eat? (Nothing to do with being the newbie, just wondering.)