Girl Crush.

Years ago, USHW posted on her blog about a "girl crush" on fitness model Jamie Eason. We'd also chatted about her elsewhere, and I can't recall which came first, though it doesn't really matter for the sake of this story. Jamie Eason was (is) is an attractive woman with short blonde hair and a physique you can only get in the gym. And the surgeon, if her rack is anything to go by. Which reminds me of another conversation that USHW and I had.

Anyway, here is the model in question:

 Very attractive, I think you'll agree.

The reason that this all popped into my head this morning was because I came across (no pun intended) Taylor Wild, an adult entertainment actress that gave off similar vibes - attractive, great physique, short blonde hair, albeit heavily tattooed.

Bah.

KfW2 called last night. She had promised to call on Wednesday, but in all honesty, those promises don't carry a lot of weight these days. I don't mean that maliciously - she's got three kids, all of whom have their own hobbies, it's bad time of year with her husband working in retail and she has ADD which means she's extremely forgetful.

So we were chatting. I was telling her about recent things - social things, family things etc. and prompted her for her plans in December, gently reminding her that I'd love to see her again. And then that started a long list of social things she already has on for December. 

That's the frustrating part. She suggested maybe doing something with her eldest son, but that's just me being crowbarred into something rather than getting her on her own. The last time she suggested that (this time last year), her son didn't book his flights home in time and the plan got forgotten. It's not that long ago I directly asked for us to do something because it had been a while since we saw each other and IMO we don't see each other enough these days.

She just is incapable of planning anything too far in the future. 

Not bad.

Yesterday was a long, but fun, day. It started at lunchtime, with a meal and a few drinks with co-workers. Sadly, and unlike other teams I've worked with, people drifted off quite quickly once the meal was done. However, with lots of budget remaining, we spent it on expensive (and delicious) cocktails.

Then, at 7 PM, D and his wife arrived. I said goodbye to the two work colleagues and went to the gig, which was excellent. However, my back was really sore, just from the standing. I really need to get someone to look at it. I think I need to see my GP first and then use that as a basis to get any further treatment through my private health insurance.

I've spent the day chilling and watching the two Knives Out films. They were quite fun. 

Laughing it off.

Years ago, CH asked me if I'd "give her one". "Her" being KfW2. It's not a conversation that I've thought about in a long time, but it was the basis of a dream last night.

In it, KfW2 had asked me what CH had said and I told her and KfW2, rather than take it badly, she laughed it off. I doubt few women would take it in good grace. Would she have been amused by CH's own admission (that she would, too, if she were that way inclined)?

Would CH like to hear that I'd admitted to someone else that I'd "give her one"? I think she might, actually.  Or rather, she'd have liked it ten years ago. 

I can't think of too many other women who would.

Woohoo!

The chair is on its way! I'm hoping for a Friday delivery. I'm out all day tomorrow, firstly for a work thing, then for a gig where I'm likely to meet D and Opinionated Guy. So Friday would be prefect.

Remembering Back.

A semi-remembered dream last night that featured someone who may or may not have been Recruitment Bird. If it wasn't her, then it was someone who physically resembles her: blonde, pretty, petite, nice figure. I barely recall any other details of the dream other that it featured someone who may have been RB prominently.

Urgh.

What is the phrase? "A watched kettle never boils"? I'm sat here, hunched in my broken chair, trying to get some work done, all the while staring at Outlook in the hope that I get an email telling me that my new chair has been despatched and is on its way to me.

Hurry up, damnit. 

Bad Internet

It's been one of those days. My office chair broke late last night, so I've been hunched over my desk, my back killing me. One of my tasks for today was to look at my private health cover and see if I can get my back seen to. I used it for my foot earlier this year, so I'm not sure how much credit is left.

I emailed the chair people and they were quick to reply, but my chair is well out of warranty, so I can't see them helping too much. And I spend so much time in it that I kinda need a new chair as a matter of urgency. My choice was to order a new one from the same people, that might get here at the weekend, or go to Ikea at the weekend for a Markus. I don't find the Markus to be that great, but it would at least be more back support than I currently have.

It took me an hour to order the new chair. Specifically, it took me an hour to pay for the chair. I tried to pay in instalments, denied. I tried another card. Denied. Then Klarna demanded that I scan a passport. I'm not a fan of that, but I need the chair. Nope, that refused to work as well. I went back to the basket and just paid it all upfront. Hurrah. That worked. let's hope they didn't lie about their delivery times and I'll have the chair by the weekend.

Then I went off to register with a gas supplier. The work I've been talking about getting done in the house is an upgrade of my heating system. So my new gas supplier sent a letter with my details and said if I registered an online account, I could do paperless billing, make payments online etc. I'm all for that. I do it for other household bills. But denied again. "We've got your details, but can't create the account. Contact your gas suppliers" FFS. What's going on with the internet this evening that everything is fucked?

So I've managed to be super pro-active this evening but not accomplish anything. 

I need to take a break from the PC because my back is killing me, but I'll be back later to check my private health. 

Raincheck.

A phone call first thing this morning from the guy doing the work to my house. Can I wait until next Monday? Apparently some woman needs urgent help, so they'd like to swap me and her, if possible. It is, he assured me, my choice. I swapped. I would have liked it done this week, but my commitments on Thursday with the possibility of Wednesday's work overrunning were still on my mind.

The guy assured me that it was definitely a one day job, but the way my luck has been going recently, I'm, not so sure. 

So I agreed to the swap and the work will be done next Monday instead.

Sigh.

I'm feeling out of sorts for the past while. A funk like I've not had in a long time. Loneliness is a factor, the time of year is a factor - I've never made it a secret that I dislike Christmas (or rather then expectations that come along with this time of year) and work is a factor.

I have that much annual leave still to take that I'll be on a 3-day week from next week and it can't come soon enough.

There's stress from the house stuff too. The move from Tuesday to Wednesday, given my plans on Thursday is causing stress. It shouldn't stress me too much. If the work needs two days instead of one, cancelling my plans on Thursday should be trivial, even if I don't want to do that.

Am I feeling like this cos I'm worn out and my defences are down or am I worn out because I am feeling like this? I think it's the former - all the stuff is hitting me at the same time, when I am tired and in need of some downtime.

And hopefully once I get the work done on Wednesday, that'll make things easier and will free me up for a very long weekend of recharging.

Eyes up here.

I can't remember if I posted about this before. I'm convinced I have, but a search through my posts hasn't returned any results.

"This" is London Girl's cleavage. She posts quite a lot, and a lot of her photos, specifically her selfies, are taken from above. And in those selfies, she shows off a lot of cleavage.

No real comment, just a thought that popped into my head when I was browsing Facebook earlier today.