When Road Rage Doesn't Pay

This morning as I was close to work, a car blitzed by on my right and tried to cut everybody up. And you all know how I feel about this. But because nobody else gave him, I was kind and i did. And he had the audacity to not acknowledge me or say thank you after I gave him way. This obviously pissed me off because:

a) He was in the wrong. Everyone else was waiting and he decided to be a wanker and cut everybody up.
b) I had the common courtesy to give you way, the least you can do is say thanks.

So I flashed my lights at him to which he acknowledged me and put his hand up as a symbol of thanks. I nodded as he looked at me in his rear view mirror.

Nothing more was thought of it, until I saw his car behind me as I took the exit onto our business park. Again, not that big a deal as there a load of companies on the business park. And then I saw him indicate the same time I did to turn into the same building as I do.

Oh shit – he works with me.

And the moral of this story? Try not to get road rage (or any kind of rage) close to your workplace!

Crap - Literally!

If you're going to use a public toilet, at least have the decency to lock the door so I don't walk in on you!

Gluttony

I like photography.

I like Tamil Wedding Photography.

I am a saddo.

And today having Googled Tamil Wedding Photography, I have seen S and his fiancee in their engagement photos.

And there is the second of my seven. Glutton for punishment.

Time & Place

There is a time and a place for everything. Being chatted up at 6:45 on a Monday morning on my way to work is not one of them.*




(*Unless you're mega HOT!)

Pre-Christmas Gripe

I know I haven't blogged but it's been a busy month and I have yet to upload my Athens or Budapest photos but those posts will follow over the next few days (she said quite optimistically!).

Athens was interesting - and here comes my gripe. Recently heartbroken girl (me btw!), newly married friend (B) and recently engaged friend(St) travelling. A lil' sympathy wouldn't go amiss right? I mean - I am happy to embrace all things wedding and coupley but seriously - all the fucking time?! Give me a break. There were more times than I would have liked where I was totally excluded from the conversation. You'd think that as my friends - they would have sensed the tone but apparently my lack of input into the 500th of these conversations didn't make a difference!

And as the weather worsens in Britain, my lack of not attempting to travel to B's Christmas dinner has been discretely broadcast against me on FB! I'm sorry - because I was sensible and didn't want to risk my life or my car, I'm a bad friend.

And here begins the first of my resolutions for 2011

• Stop trying to please everybody.

Dignity

Whilst at the cash point waiting for some money, the wind decides to put me in a very Marilyn Monroe-esque moment by shooting up my skirt and leaving me scrambling around trying to preserve my dignity (of which I am sure that I have absolutely none now!) whilst trying to ensure that no one runs off with the newly withdrawn cash.

Not pretty and definitely not cool!

Rumour Mill

2+2=5?!

OK - so I'm a lil' bit of a gossip but sometimes I read some blogs and then I read some other blogs and then I read some more blogs and I can't help but think if any of those that I have read are directing their posts at the others that I have read.

Confused?

Basically I'm just suspicious of who's getting it on in the blogosphere!

And then there are those that I want to be getting it on in the blogosphere!

Maybe I'm just reading too much into things....

HELP!

I know this is mega late but I have only just realised how I should have utilised this blog!

B's hen night is tomorrow and I've got the majority share of organising stuff. To be fair though - everyone has really helped out and it looks like it will be carnage a great weekend.


However, I need some dares/challenges/forfeits. I've got a few but need more. Can I have some suggestions please? Not too extreme but a lil'!

Some ideas (to give you something to compare yours to!):

· Persuade a stranger to buy you a drink
· Get the phone number of a man whose name begins with a vowel
· Every time you hear a Lady Gaga song, you have to do 10 seconds of the running man (I’ll put some Lady Gaga songs on my phone!)
· Approach a stranger of either sex and pretend that you’ve known them for years.
· Sing Chesney Hawke’s “I am the one and only” in a bar
· Get a bald guy to give you a hug
· Get a picture of you and a guy with a tattoo
· Stand outside a shop window looking in and perform 5 star jumps.
· Act out which animal you’d like to be if you were reincarnated
· Gargle the wedding march
· Find three names and numbers for new volunteers to be in the bridal party
· Approach someone else's table and offer to belly dance for them

Thank you! (in advance!)

Bieber Fever

I love him.

Justin Bieber.

The Down Side of Road Rage

I don't get road rage (often). In fact, I can be very patient. What I don't like though is when people try to cut me up.
You can clearly see that I have patiently been waiting in the queue of traffic to get to my destination.
You can see that I am in the correct lane (I know some of these concepts may be foreign in SL! :P). So why do you think it is acceptable to come speeding along the side of me and try to pull out in front of me?!

My usual response to these things are (me shouting through the glass and hoping that the person can lip read!) "Can't you see that we've all been waiting patiently?!" No, I will not let you in. I've WE'VE all been waiting and you should too! No I don't care how flash your car is!" (whilst thinking "That is such a nice car!")

So this morning when someone tried to cut me up and I moved Betty forward to close the gap, I was mortified that the driver of the other car that I had just given my usual response to was VERY HOT! To make it worse, he gave me a very sorry looking shrug (one that said, "we could have had something!") and I felt very very bad. Not least because he was hot, but more out of guilt!

The moral of this story? Choose your road rage victims wisely.

Language Barrier & Love Yous

I nearly made it two years. TWO whole years!

There I was this morning, singing along to the radio and waiting for the cars to pass so I could get a gap to pull out and *THUD*. "Bollocks!" is what I thought as I said it out loud! So close to work. I checked my review mirror and I see the front grill. This was not a car and as I get out of the car, I see a fuck off massive truck! I am not a confrontational person so I didn't get out ranting and raving.

Yes, that's right. I had a car accident this morning. With a ginormous lorry. I am so pissed off just at the inconvenience of it all. To top it all off, it wasn't a British trucker. It was a German trucker who didn't speak English, didn't understand English and looked completely bewildered! The back of my car is battered somewhat. The insurance company sent a recovery truck to pick the car up and take it to the garage. I can now tick "travel in a recovery truck" off my list of things to do before I'm 20 30 list.

I was at work for an hour before the truck came and brought me home. I managed to bring my work home though but have now developed some pain in my shoulders (delayed onset of whiplash maybe?) and I am going on my third date with J tonight (we're going bowling!).

And if that was not bad enough, to top it all off, as I was talking to my insurer on the telephone, I ended our conversation with "Thanks very much. Love you". I was aghast! I couldn't believe that I'd said that. So I apologised profusely and hung up very sheepishly!

The thing is - I only talk to a few people on the phone - mainly family, A, B and S. And I always say "Love you" at the end of conversation. Clearly I just got carried away!

Episodes with a MOP*

I think I have phases with this one.

Random episode last week:

MOP: And how are you doing? How’s everything going?
Me: *swoon* Yeah, it’s going good. I’m getting to grips with the system.
MOP: Have you been getting harassed on the communicator (internal version of msn messenger!) yet?
Me: *smiling ever so much* No, not yet. I don’t think people know who I am yet!
MOP: How can they not know who you are?! I’ll ping (message me on the communicator) you!
Me: *giggle like a love struck school girl* Thanks...

But then the other day I was listening to him and he does whinge like nobody’s business! It’s mad.

*MOP – Man of Power.

Time Again

That time of year again!

So happy birthday!!!








To me! :)

Cull

A Facebook one.

It's happening.

Uncool

Uncool is not a word. Microsoft Outlook tells me that!

A is getting married! (Have I mentioned this yet?!) Yep, this summer and I am excited! His bride-to-be (R) has a love for Krispy Kremes (most foods!) and we've hung out many times without him so I'm all for it! And she is sooo nice! I actually love her! :) Below is the majority of our email conversation from yesterday. (Sorry for not putting it up in the usual format - too much space otherwise!) As always - read from the bottom up!

(Background info - A and I are going out tomorrow night and R is in India trying to get bits and pieces for the wedding whilst dealing with a very unenthusiastic A! And the rude words are ****ed out because of work email related filters! And the fact that life as we both know it is kinda over (even though he bought me the box set a few weeks ago - awwwww!))

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From S To A: Well now you know! (No wonder we are uncool – we really need to get out more and maybe find quotes from more relevant and recent TV programmes!)

From A To S: Lol in the words of Phoebe…I have had a taste if my own medicine…and it is bitter!!!!

From S To A: I’m being mean?! It hurts doesn’t it when the shoe is on the other foot! Fighting fire with fire my friend! Fire with fire!!!!!!!!

From A To S: Lol…stop being mean innit?

From S To A: No you’re not. You are not nice enough! I hate you!

From A To S: Lol nooooooo!!!! In your face!!! Haha (ok now Im sorry)

From S To A: Are you?! Are you really?!

From A To S : Lol I am sorry!!!!

From S To A: :( You go back to being mean so easily!

From A To S: You are the only one that makes me look cool…haha

From S To A: Do you think I’m uncool?! Is this because I told you I watched Tamil serials?! OK – so you think I’m uncool – but you put up with me right? So it’s fine. If you really think I’m uncool then so be it. :(

From A To S: But I think you un-cool and vice versa…haha

From S To A: Lol. Oh, allow it then. An a-bomb will take out innocents too and the deluded (those who think we are cool!). So they think we’re not cool. Or even if they just think I’m not cool, there are only a handful of people whose opinions matter to me!

From A To S: We would need to drop an a-bomb man

From S To A: Oh that is unfortunate! Drive by?!

From A To S: There are too many of them…lol

From S To A: WHO?! WTF?! Tell me who those mofos are! :

From A To S: Yeh true…other people think we soo uncool tho!!!!

From S To A: Because we are comfortable with how uncool people may think we are. We don’t care if other people think we are not cool. We live our lives to our rules. And we’re bad! :)

From A To S: No y?

From S To A: But we are cool. And do you know why?!

From A To S: We need to become cooler man

From S To A: It’s amazing!

From A To S: That is marketing genius…awesome innit?

From S To A: Lol! We amuse ourselves with some pointless sh*t inna?! :S Yesterday I saw a scaffolding company’s van which said “Make sure your e**ction is in safe hands”. Made me laugh on the motorway – not good when you’re travelling at 100mph with dodgy tires!

From S To A: This is how the Tamil mind works! Awesome inna?! It’s like that cupboard that Monica has with all her junk!

From A To S: Yep lol…

From S To A: You’re going to put all the junk that’s taking up sleeping space into a cupboard?!

From A To S: No making space innit?

From S To A: Oh right! And by building a cupboard - how are you preparing the house for summer? Visiting mans aren’t going to sleep in it are they?! You need a sofa bed or something!

From A To S: No I mean we going sat…just to the party!!!!!!

From S To A: Seriously! Help the girl out. She’s paavam. It’s bad enough she’s dealing with you who has little interest!
So basically – the whole week you have been telling me about Sat this and Sat that and then you flop! You’re not going to be building a cupboard in the evening though are you?! DUST!

From A To S: How is it a flop…mans are getting house ready for summer innit? Bare long… Allow thoughtful…

Confession

I finally told A that I had a crush on him (at one stage).

May that ghost finally rest in peace and now RL can lay her cards on the table with him and stop blaming me for the break up of their friendship!

So much unnecessary fucking drama!

Musings

The sun has started to fade now. People are reverting back to not smiling and everyone is starting to look that lil' more miserable! It was fun while it lasted.


My sister walked into my room last night just as I was about to fall asleep saying that there was a car on fire in the alleyway behind our house. Cue my brother, mum and I rushing to the back house windows to see what was going on. "Call the fire brigade!" says Amma. I do as she says and am told that they've already been informed and the fire brigade are on their way. 10 minutes later and still no sign or sound of fire engines. The fire has now caught onto the wooden fence of a house 4 doors away from ours. "Oh shit - it might spread to our fence! Thambi (lil' brother), go and get the hose ready!" my sister says. Me and brother stare at her thinking probably the same thing: How are we supposed to tackle a fire?! With our hosepipe? The water barely trickles out!
I put on some jogging bottoms and go outside the front of the house to warn the neighbour - an elderly gentleman whose wife has not been very well of late. No one is answering and in our lil' cul-de-sac there is a small amount of panic. "Where is he?" I hear someone ask. "I think he is away" another voice replies. Inwardly, I breathe a sigh of relief but don't want to imagine him coming home to find his back fence burnt out.
After what seems an age, I hear the sirens getting closer - another neighbour directing the fire fighters towards the alleyway and the fire which is now spreading slightly (albeit a slowly!). I see residents from the opposite side of the alleyway - windows open and heads hanging out.
The crackling and popping of the car burning scare the life out of me - unexpected each time.
I hear the firefighters trying to contain the fire - and the sprinkle of drops from the backlash of the hose. Slowly but surely the fire is being extinguished and dark smoke billows into the already dark sky.
Everyone returns to what they were doing - the show over.
"A lil' late for that now!" I hear my brother say as the sound of falling rain takes over the sound of burning metal.


Ticket for India which I thought was booked may now have flopped and I may have to rebook and pay a more extortionate price. But it's all for a friend's wedding - and 4 weeks away from work has got to be worth it


Hen party at the weekend was interesting. Quickest way to learn about people is to play drinking games - especially "I have never" which always seems to get sexual!


Have guys lost the ability to chat up girls? Not wanting to stereotype or tar everyone with the same brush because I know this is a small minority. Walking home after a night out - a car drives past. It's passengers - young South Asian guys. "Yo, yo, yo, yo" - no one from the group answers. "Yo man - you in the pink. The girl in the pink. Yoooooooooooooooooooooooo" And yet despite this clear display of chivalry(!), still no one answers. And how do they deal with their somewhat bruised ego? Throw a bottle of water at said group of girls and then drive off (I'm pretty sure that I will get (anonymous) comments saying that it was probably deserved for coming across so stuck up but so be it!)! Further along I see the same thing - a group of guys hanging outside the windows of their car. "Yo yo yo" and girls giggling despite themselves and entertaining these chavs! Seriously?!


And I need to sort out my bloody visa to India!

I Am Officially A Geek!

And proud of it too!

And I didn't need to take one of those quizzes to prove it!

Why? Because the first link I clicked on as I logged onto the BBC News website this morning was this one! And my reaction was "That is awesome!".

Such a geek! :)

The FAT Guy

No need for polite formalities now!

The fat guy said no. NO! Apparently he's not ready for marriage! Seriously?! So why the fuck are your parents looking? Maybe they were just being polite?! Maybe I just look like a hideous under the bridge kind of troll? Maybe it just wasn't meant to be?! Clearly my ego has taken a lil' bit of a bashing which my beautiful neighbour and Tylor more than made up for (thank you!) but still - rejection is a biatch!

Well, at least I don't have to worry about carting him off to the gym!

Anyways B is going on a "date" tonight and below follows our lil' email excerpt of the day!

Seriously though - sometimes I wonder at our single-dom

As always - read from the bottom up! :)

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From: B [mailto:b@work.com]
Sent: 01 June 2009 14:33
To: Scrumpy
Subject: RE:

Eeeeew bad visuals!!! And no I think your an amazing kisser...er that sounds so wrong but if you kiss like you dance....Giiiiirl you got moves :o)

From: Scrumpy [mailto:scrumpy@work.co.uk]
Sent: 01 June 2009 14:36
To: B
Subject: RE:

Lol. But that can improve right?
Maybe I’m the lame kisser?!
Maybe he was nervous?
Maybe I’m just so used to S and his kissing techniques (image you don’t need I know!) that I AM OFFICIALLY LAME!

From: B [mailto:b@work.com]
Sent: 01 June 2009 14:30
To: Scrumpy
Subject: RE:

No your not cos he is a lame kisser remember!!

From: Scrumpy [mailto:scrumpy@work.co.uk]
Sent: 01 June 2009 14:33
To: B
Subject: RE:

I can’t even get someone out of pity!
I’m just going to go out with my neighbour! :S

From: B [mailto:b@work.com]
Sent: 01 June 2009 14:27
To: Scrumpy
Subject: RE:

Lol you didn’t want him anyway....you were just being polite, which is more then he deserved...iiiiidddddddiiiiiyat!!

From: Scrumpy [mailto:scrumpy@work.co.uk]
Sent: 01 June 2009 14:30
To: B
Subject: RE:

And if all else fails – remember. I got rejected by a FAT guy!

From: B [mailto:b@work.com]
Sent: 01 June 2009 14:23
To: Scrumpy
Subject: RE:

Lol this is why you are my best friend and I love you!! I wish you could come with me!! Ok so call me at 8pm and if I dont pick up that means its going well. If I do you may have to come rescue me....x

From: Scrumpy [mailto:scrumpy@work.co.uk]
Sent: 01 June 2009 14:26
To: B
Subject: RE:

Don’t be nervous! You are beautiful and any man would be lucky to have you. Remember – no pressure. It’s just drinks with a random.
At best – it leads to marriage!
At worst – you never have to see the weirdo again!
And you’ve been through worse my lovely!

From: B [mailto:b@work.com]
Sent: 01 June 2009 13:48
To: Scrumpy
Subject: RE:

Lol nope i am really nervous :o(

From: Scrumpy [mailto:scrumpy@work.co.uk]
Sent: 01 June 2009 13:51
To: B
Subject:

Are you ready?! (Said in Gladiator-esque tone!)

Awkward Silences

You know when you work in a building for long enough that you can recognise people and they recognise you but you never acknowledge each other because you don't work in the same department or you haven't been formally introduced to them so you don't feel it's "right" to say hello or smile or even make eye contact (you know - walk past with your eyes glued to the floor and hope they didn't see you/recognise you and hope for the best that you don't walk into something!)?! Yeah those moments suck.

But what about when you're in an elevator (lift) with them. What do you do then?!

It's difficult isn't it? I guess it wouldn't be so bad if it was a person that was at least Jack Point a mega hottie and you could fantasise about illicit elevator activities* (if you have enough floors to have a good attempt at least!)!

There's only so long that you can stand in silence before one of you tries to make trivial conversation. Just when you thought the awkwardness couldn't get any better - it does!

*So I'm horny - sue me!