Whereas I'm on the After Eights...
(oh jeez, that was bad)
What are we going to do when Sir David Attenborough dies? He has such a unique voice.
There is a guy that comes into our office on occasions (don't know him, different department). But if you closed your eyes and just listened, he has a fantastic sexy voice, I mean really.
Just keep your eyes closed.
No, actually I don't judge by appearances... If I was single, the voice just might spark more interest. It's lovely.
When you hear this in work, as has become frequent lately (bearing in mind I work in a really successful FE and HE 'place').
"I don't want someone who has got a fucking master's degree, I want someone who can do the job"
I agree x 1000
But it's not the fault of the kids who did a degree and then a higher degree, and are now living as cuckoos with their parents in their mid 20's up to 30's...
A degree in itself is fairly worthless now unless it's specific to medicine or teaching etc...
A Masters just means you have no social skills and are unemployable... Generally.
A Levels are the 'peak' test of intelligence, after that it's just tenacity and lack of social life if you highly achieve
There are exceptions of course.
Geez, I was on a twatwaffle last night.
Anyway, FRIDAY! But up tomorrow early for a 15 miler with the marathon group. I hate you SWRR people
My first sentence wasn't a euphemism btw.
My ears feel funny, like they're not regulating pressure properly. Maybe my head will blow up?
I was getting bored and figety at 2 today, bouncing on my swiss ball and cycling on my under desk bike, so I left at 3. Highlight of the day was having a social lunch conversation that revolved around The Rocky Horror Show and dog shit. I was trying to educate everyone about dog shit trees.
I came home v M&S and we now have a lovely chinese takeaway to enjoy tonight. As is normal practice, my neighbour is coming over to eat with us.
I'm on a mission to get thing 1's 11+ result, just because:
Well that didn't quite go as planned. I ran with the faster guys, and towards the end there were just 3 of us, then the one guy who knew the way went a different way to go home, so that left 2 of us with no idea... Got back to the track in the end but 15 miles turned into 16.5 with a big friggin hill we needn't have run up.
The good thing is that I was comfortable the whole way. I'm def aiming as close to 3 hours as I can get at London. Will be happy with anything under 3.15.
That was the longest run Cole has done, he just took it in his stride so to speak. I'm really glad he didn't stop for a dump, as I wouldn't have been able to catch up again if he did.
Woke up stressed about tri organisation stuff, so a couple of people got an early morning call about things...
As it was such a beautiful day here we decided to walk along Exmouth beach and collect shells for E's homework (yes that was her homework, good job it wasn't given to a kid in the Midlands).
I then did an hour of yoga, ignoring the last mantra chanting bollocks. I'm not dissing it, if I was on a secluded mountain or beach, bring it on. But in a busy family household with the sense of humour I have to endure here; it's not worth me sitting crossed legs in my underwear singing repetitively whilst breathing like I'm having an organism. Especially not as I'm still a bit nasally from the sinus infection.
Such a busy week ahead, I'm doing 2 late nights to boot. I'm going to suggest to my boss that I try and avoid my flexi Everest being genetically modified upwards, by being in work but doing some of my own work (specifically swim waves etc...).
Of course it all depends on the workload that comes in next week, it's an unknown variable.
Oh and we had chips for lunch. Seaside chippies are the best!
I had curry sauce too.
So you robbed M&S?
People who can't be arsed to make it would be my guess. I tend to make our pudding, but we rarely have them because I don't eat them. I'm not a huge fan of sweet stuff, I much prefer savoury. So does thing 1, she would rather a pack of crisps than a bar of chocolate.
I have a few doms, just in my calf muscles. Will do a short run with the Coleman after work tonight.
I've just bought 2 books for my Kindle, 80p... I felt like splashing out.
I really must take a torch when I take dog out for his early morning whizz. My strategy of 'keep to the side of the track as the horses shit in the middle' is going to come unstuck at some point and my work boots really deserve better.
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