I have failed in my mission to tan my legs. I even went to Africa, and only came back with a slight golden tinge, which lasted all of five days. Even fake tan lasts longer than that! So now I've bought several pairs of opaque black stockings. Maybe it's time to become a goth?
I have also failed in my mission to get to work on time every day for a week. I managed one day. Monday. That was it. My heart wasn't in that one really from the start, so I guess I've learned a good lesson. If you don't REALLY want to achieve your goal, choose another goal. Otherwise it's not going to happen.
I don't really want to be a morning person, so I am perpetuating the 'I am a night person' image, which seems so much more exciting. I like being nocturnal. That is, until I have a job that pays more and offers more exciting work. Then I have a feeling that I might suddenly find 9am doesn't seem so bad...
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Friday, 21 September 2007
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
Mission update
Officially, at least, I've failed quite a few of my missions so far. But only because of the deadlines.
I'm keeping an open mind about the deadline bit, and so should you, because I work to deadline every day at work. And although that's not an excuse in itself, those of you who also work to deadlines probably know that you can't always run to deadline with everything. Or you have burn-out. Breakdowns. And then if you're in America, you get your gun and head to the nearest college. (Sorry America.) If you're in London, you drink till you fall over, get thrown out of the house by your partner, then lie in the courtyard of your apartment block, sobbing loudly in the rain until about 3am, like one of our neighbours did the other night. And it's precisely because we are in London and are confronted every day by news of knifings, that we didn't go down and comfort him, because he's quite a scary character – especially when he's sobbing. Instead, the Buckwell and I dug out some earplugs and went back to sleep. We would have thrown down a camping tarpaulin for him to make a makeshift bivouac, but because we are in London no one knows how to make bivouacs, so we didn't see the point. You need to grow up in New Zealand, with 1 1/2 acres of native bush - then you get really good at making bivouacs out of native ferns and sticks and things. Not much of that in London.
Anyway, so I haven't made most of the deadlines. But I'm being flexible about that. I have not managed to do 200 hula hoop revolutions, for example. But I've got to 137, so if I just keep it up, I'll get there. Trouble is, the novelty has already worn off...
As for the pet mission, that's coming along nicely. We have been contacted by the Celia Hammond cat rescue centre, who want to give us a mum with kittens to foster. However, we're selling the flat and would rather have an offer under our belts before sticking an adorable mum with kittens, plus undoubtedly stinky litter tray in the spare room.
The yoga mission is not quite dead in the water, but it's sinking fast.
The tango mission is still in there with a fighting chance, although Signor Cossu has introduced the idea of Lindy Hop, which sounds much more fun, although far less sexy.
So bear with me, I'll get there. Eventually.
I'm keeping an open mind about the deadline bit, and so should you, because I work to deadline every day at work. And although that's not an excuse in itself, those of you who also work to deadlines probably know that you can't always run to deadline with everything. Or you have burn-out. Breakdowns. And then if you're in America, you get your gun and head to the nearest college. (Sorry America.) If you're in London, you drink till you fall over, get thrown out of the house by your partner, then lie in the courtyard of your apartment block, sobbing loudly in the rain until about 3am, like one of our neighbours did the other night. And it's precisely because we are in London and are confronted every day by news of knifings, that we didn't go down and comfort him, because he's quite a scary character – especially when he's sobbing. Instead, the Buckwell and I dug out some earplugs and went back to sleep. We would have thrown down a camping tarpaulin for him to make a makeshift bivouac, but because we are in London no one knows how to make bivouacs, so we didn't see the point. You need to grow up in New Zealand, with 1 1/2 acres of native bush - then you get really good at making bivouacs out of native ferns and sticks and things. Not much of that in London.
Anyway, so I haven't made most of the deadlines. But I'm being flexible about that. I have not managed to do 200 hula hoop revolutions, for example. But I've got to 137, so if I just keep it up, I'll get there. Trouble is, the novelty has already worn off...
As for the pet mission, that's coming along nicely. We have been contacted by the Celia Hammond cat rescue centre, who want to give us a mum with kittens to foster. However, we're selling the flat and would rather have an offer under our belts before sticking an adorable mum with kittens, plus undoubtedly stinky litter tray in the spare room.
The yoga mission is not quite dead in the water, but it's sinking fast.
The tango mission is still in there with a fighting chance, although Signor Cossu has introduced the idea of Lindy Hop, which sounds much more fun, although far less sexy.
So bear with me, I'll get there. Eventually.
Wednesday, 18 July 2007
Mission update
I can now report that I had satisfying success in mission 004. I was able to use 'moustachioed' twice alone on Friday night, chalked two more usages up on Saturday, followed by one on Sunday (granted, that one did refer to myself - but don't worry, it's been dealt with).
This leaves me with 2 current missions:
Mission 001 (research completed, still to complete action stage)
Mission 002 (umm, this one's not doing so well yet, actually)
Mission 003 is now redundant, owing to the death (by accidental drought) of the malodorous plants.
This leaves me with 2 current missions:
Mission 001 (research completed, still to complete action stage)
Mission 002 (umm, this one's not doing so well yet, actually)
Mission 003 is now redundant, owing to the death (by accidental drought) of the malodorous plants.
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