No not a new film.#
25 days annual leave a year is just not enough. :(
14 - 18 July: Amsterdam to see Take That perform!
02 - 24 September: Sydney, Australia via Kuala Lumpar, Malaysia (4 nights).
Total number of days taken: 20. :( And that's not even thinking about all the ad hoc holidays I'll need!
(I've already started scoping out where the best places to party are but all suggestions are welcome!)
It is 11:34 PM and I am at work. In Dublin.
It's awesome isn't it? My manager called me up at about 14:00 earlier today and asked if I had anything urgent planned for the next two days. When I said no, she basically went "You're going to Dublin". Well she actually asked if I wouldn't mind and I definitely didn't mind. So I rushed home, packed, grabbed my passport and landed in Dublin about 4 hours ago.
Oh the life of a corporate high flier! :P :S
P.S. There's so much I'd like to write about so much stuff but only so much that I think I can share. When did blogging become so difficult?
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.
Will be few and far between and probably go along the lines of something like this:
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
And I have a second date! :)
I guess you want details of the date first? Fine!
The blind date (BD) was organised by a friend of mine (D) and the only detail I had from D about the BD was that his name was J. D booked the table at the restaurant and gave me a time and a place. Arriving a lil' late, I told the waiter that I had a table booked and he informed me that there was a gentleman waiting for me. I can't say that I was nervous because I didn't know anything about J so I didn't have any expectations. It was a nice feeling to not expect anything. As I walked over to the table, I was greeted by a tall (and we all know how important that is to me!), Caucasian and cute guy.
"Impressive!" is what I thought to myself but with still an evening of dinner to get through, I didn't get too excited. Conversation flowed smoothly most of the evening but that was mainly due to me. J was very sweet and I enjoyed his company immensely but I think the evening made me realise that I need someone who is a lil' more confident and is a bit more vocal. We exchanged numbers and I doubt that it will develop into anything apart from a casual friendship. But at least it's something that I can tell the grand kids!
Speaking of the opposite sex, recently I have been prone to a bout of wolf whistling which, maybe when I was younger I would have felt slightly pleased about but now I was highly embarrassed (though a lil' pleased!). The wolf whistling I can deal with; though cringing as to what I about to write next! Yesterday a very young looking boy (20?) approached me with "Wow. Hey sexy. You are buff!" (the first definition by the way!). I may have actually gone red and as a Sri Lankan we all know how difficult that is! It was horrible! But the price we must pay I guess! *eye rolling*
The "New Era" title does not reflect my new found desirability to the opposite sex. In fact, I have started my new job and though it seems as though they expect oodles from me and I don't have the first clue, I have a good feeling about this.
And it helps that they want to give me a company American Express card! Wooooooo!
(A very rushed post with spelling and grammar mistakes - apologies!)
The weekend was spent celebrating Appa's 60th. It meant that the alcoholic parent (AP) could have a field day. Saturday was spent with a few of his friends and their families. Families meaning their young children. Entertaining and playing host is hard enough for me and siblings when we're running in and out of the kitchen trying to feed people, pour drinks and even make a cup of tea. But when we're faced with 4 year olds, as good as we are with children, we just don't have enough toys in our house to keep them entertained! The AP was on good form though. Drank, chatted and managed to take themselves off to bed without ruining it for everyone.
The Sunday was family day. I love coming from a big family. Don't get me wrong it has its disadvantages - plenty of them but I have so many cousins and aunts and uncles with whom I get along well and enjoy seeing every once in a while! Highlight of my day was looking for my Sithappa (who had a bit too much to drink) and finding him passed out on my brother's bed! I'll upload a photo of the beautiful cake that I had made.
I have a new job. In fact, I've had it since before Christmas but I haven't started yet. I start next week and guess what? They're sending me to Switzerland for training purposes! How exciting is that? I've never been in a foreign city by myself though and the idea is a lil' daunting!
And I have a blind date on Saturday.
Clearly I wouldn't have been able to fit this all onto my FB status update!
I hate where I fucking work on Mondays and Tuesdays!
So fucking much!
And my brother is covering for me whilst I am away for 4 weeks - poor thing!
They're just so fucking lame!
I've never really spoken about my job because I really don't have anything interesting to say. That's not changed today but it needs to be mentioned so I can tell you about the behaviour I'm good at!
I work within clinical research. Currently I work with Phase III Cancer trials. I've never had much to do with Cancer and a lot of it has been learning on the job. Currently I deal with the Prostate portfolio. This means that I get to interact with more men than I probably should and am probably going to be scarred for life hearing some of their stories but if it helps make their lives that lil' bit better - what's a lil' scarring right?!
March is Prostate Cancer (PC) awareness month and in a bid to raise awareness, my colleague R (who I babysat for) organised a PC awareness day in a bid to give people the chance to attend whether they be patients, carers or other research staff - anyone who wanted to know a bit more basically.
So we managed to get a town hall to donate a room for free and get a few organisations to come down to help raise awareness. Me and a room full of men? And so the floozy like behaviour commenced! PC is common in certain ethnicities and I tend to attract more attention from these ethnic groups than others so I was made to "circle" the room and hand out some info. Cue one guy from certain ethnicity (OGFCE) cornering me as I walked out in the corridor
OGFCE: So you work here huh?
Me: Yeah...
OGFCE: So what do you do?
Me: *tries to explain in a nutshell*
OGFCE: Would I be eligible for that kinda treatment?
Me: Well, do you have PC?
OGFCE: No....
Me: *Thinking WTF?!* Oh, well what you should do is go and see the doctor and get a PSA test done. PC is really quite common in your ethnicity and it's better to be safe than sorry.
OGFCE: So.. what do you do in your spare time?
Me: *being the polite girl that I am* You know - normal stuff... *explain my fantastic range of hobbies!*
OGFCE: Oh right - I organise gigs and stuff. You should come along.
Me: Cool. Well I'll try. Thanks.
OGFCE: Have you got a boyfriend?
Me: *A resounding yes because I did not want to get into a situation. Bear in mind he was exactly 20 years older than me!*
OGFCE: Oh, that's a shame. Not for him but for me. I was going to ask for your number but it wouldn't be appropriate would it?
Me: Aww - that's kind but no it wouldn't. But make sure you get checked out for PC and let me know about your gigs. *Cue Scrumpy desperately trying to get away*
OGFCE: Well, take my number anyways.
Me: Sure
And I wrote it down and everything! WHY and HOW do I get myself into these situations?!
But I did use my floozy like behaviour to get people to come in off the street and helped raise awareness of PC so I'm not a complete floozy - just a partial one!
