Monday, February 24, 2003

When I came home this evening, Mum and I went over to Curry's. Mum has bought me a washing machine, freezer and tumble dryer for the flat. Thanks Mum. When my sister Steph moved house last year, she moved in next door to a retired builder. He has pretty much renovated her house and hardly wanted a penny for it. He has agreed to paint the whole flat for me. I will pay for his petrol over to Tamworth and give him about £80 for the job, he didn't want to charge anything but then said about £40-£50. He definitely deserves more then that.

Saturday, February 22, 2003

This is terrible, I haven't updated in ages. Bad bad Jude! Slap on the wrist.
Since I last blogged Dad and I went to the cinema to see 2 weeks notice. I really enjoyed the film. If anybody reads my Dad's blog (link can be found to the right) you may have read that he was disappointed that there were no explosions or a high body count. Can I just say for the record that I did say to him that the film was a rom com before we left the house. My father, the sieve. Regarding flat news today I bought a 2 seater cream sofa with matching footstool and a chunky pine bed. Absolutley lovely. I also went into the flat to measure up the windows and stuff. While there Dad discovered it has no of the food processor things under the sink to chew up all food waste. Brilliant! Dad and I went on the Coventry to pick mp sister Los and her beau Phil. It was there that we went to DFS to get the sofa. While there I found a nice sofa but the salesman was really horrible and patronising. All because I didn't want to pay an extra £130 to have some special cleaning stuff spayed on it. His attitude lost him a sale. We went next door to Harvey's and found a better sofa, that was a little cheaper and the sale's woman was completley lovely.
I bought the bed from a bed place in Tamworth. I felt a little silly trying out mattresses and actually managed to bang my head on an iron bed frame. Ouch! Tonight I am going to watch 'Signs' I was too scared to see it at the cinema, but I reckon I will be ok in the living room.

Monday, February 17, 2003

Today was pretty uneventful. Work was rather boring. As I may have mentioned before I work in the correspondence department answering customer’s letter. I am on the second floor at the moment while they re-cable my floor. My manager went down to the first floor today to get a couple of things she needed. While down there she checked that there were no outstanding letters on people’s desk. She found 2 letters on my desk and so called me into a meeting when she came back upstairs. She asked why the letters had been left there. I said to her that I put my hands up and had obviously forgotten them. Me leaving two letters there is not really a big deal. They had been left there since last Wednesday, well within out service level. I would have found them when I next went down to my desk. So the latest they would have been found is Wednesday. The customer would not have suffered and it was a genuine mistake. She gave me a lecture on the importance of customer care and personal management, I can appriciate this, but the issue was relatively small. I said again that I had just messed up and apologised. She started asking if I had any personal problems or if there were issues at home. Which there isn't. After a further 10 mins of asking if all was ok she told me that her door is always open and then patted my knee. 30 seconds later I had made a quick exist back to my desk.

Maybe I caught her on a bad day?

Sunday, February 16, 2003

I've just realised, I didn't mention Valentine's Day at all! Liam and I decided just to get each other a card, as I can't afford anything with the flat and all. Liam can't afford anything because he is a student. Anyway just getting to see each is better then any material possessions.
But when he is super rich scriptwriter, I won't turn down diamonds. After all they are a girl's best friend.
I'm back from Sheffield. So back to blogging. I normally go up by train but this time I decided to go by bus because it was cheaper. I'm really counting the pennies while this flat thing goes through. Anyway, after going up by bus I would NEVER do it again. I went to the bus station after work. As soon as I walked in I knew it was going to be an experience that I would want to forget. People were shouting at the staff and each other. It was a cattle market of who's who in human crap. Loads of people were smoking cheap tobacco. (I hate cigarette smoke at the best of times but cheap tobacco or cigars are worse) What really annoys me is that there were no smoking signs everywhere and people blatantly disregards the rules and light up anyway. When my bus arrived, the driver was checking tickets and loading customer's luggage under the bus. I use the word luggage loosely as most people had their life possessions packed into millions or 5-year-old supermarket bags. Once on the bus I sat down next to a woman to fell asleep and started snoring. We aren’t talking light snoring here, I'm talking about that deep throaty flemmy snore that made me shudder with each inhale and exhale. She got off the bus at Derby only to be replaced by a man to stank to high heaven. He sat behind me, after that I was counting the minutes till we got to Sheffield.
Once in Sheffield everything was fine, I got a taxi up to Liam's house and we chilled out in the evening with a bottle of wine in front of the telly. On Friday we went to see Daredevil at the cinema. I really enjoyed comic book to film adaptations. The film was good, just not as good as I expected. Liam made dinner that night, we had pasta and fresh bread which was delicious. On Sat we went to the cinema again to see Final Destination 2. Now that was much better. The death scenes were nice and gory, actually quite funny.
Today Liam and I went to the pub with a couple of his housemates. I caught the bus home again in the afternoon. Again, smelly and strange people.
I know people may read this and assume that I am just being snobbish, but it’s my blog and I can cry if I want to.

Next time I will spring the extra £10 and get the train.

Thursday, February 13, 2003

Today I heard that Jesus was only 5 foot 6 inches. If that’s true, I’m bigger then God.

Wednesday, February 12, 2003

Back to work today. Another day, another doller. After work I went out with a few friends to celebrate my friend Mark's birthday. We went to the Merchant Stores which a pub on Broad Street in B'ham. I won't be blogging the next couple of days. Tomorrow I am off the Sheffield to see Liam; I haven't seen him in about 2-3 weeks and miss him like crazy. I will be up there till Sunday so I will pop in to see Elaine.
Thinking about it, I better tell her I am coming up. In fact I won't tell her-let's see if she reads my blog.

Tuesday, February 11, 2003

Bit of a mad day today. Dad and I went on a shopping trip. We went to Ikea first where I bought a coffee table, easy chair and a few other things. Afterward we went to visit Granddad for about an hour. Then we went to another home furnishing place where I bought cushions and curtains. I also had a look in MFI, where I found a lovely bed and sofa. However I daren't commit myself to anything like that until Mum has seen it. I'm not that stupid. I went to another bed shop, but everything in there is too expensive. Dad and I also went to Focus the get some colour charts. All in all, a successful but pricey trip.

Monday, February 10, 2003

Today we all moved up to the second floor, so they could start re-cabling the building. I hate not sitting at my own desk. Everything is so impersonal and cold. I only took what I thought I would need but I had to keep nipping downstairs for bits and bobs. It's weird I didn't realise how many folders and files I need to do my job.
Tomorrow I have booked the day of work to go shopping with my Dad. We are going to Ikea in the morning to get a coffee table, easy chair, side table and a dinner service. I also need to go the Focus Do It All. They have a special on a pine bookcase that I want. I shall be spending an obscene amount of money, which I thought would be exciting but it's just stressful.

I keep asking God why I haven't won the lottery yet, but he just keeps saying I have to buy a ticket first.

Sunday, February 09, 2003

Well, all my C.D's are now dusted and packed away. My room is turning into an empty shell.

AARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH I'm shaking in my stylish, yet affordable shoes.

Saturday, February 08, 2003

Last night I went out for my friend Craig's birthday. We went to Broad Street in Birmingham, which is the place to go for a seriously good night out. I caught the train to Birmingham and then walked up to Broad Street, I do this walk everyday for work and it normally takes 15 minutes. I am more wary at night as I was mugged there about a year ago. As I walked up a man tapped me on the shoulder, I immediately grabbed hold of my handbag. He said sorry, he didn't mean to bump into me and said that someone had accidentally pushed him into me. He then said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything." I did that nervous laugh people do when they are unsure about a situation. He then walked off but I didn't loosen my grip on my handbag until he was a good ten feet away. I know he probably only had my best intentions at heart but I am so wary of people in the city these days.

Wednesday, February 05, 2003

Well I have started packing. It's all getting serious now, and I actually am moving out.
Very surreal.
One of my best friends at work is Rachel. Rachel joined as a temp about 4-5 months ago and we get on like a house on fire. Today she announced she was leaving for a better paid temping job on Friday. I am completely gutted, and will really miss her. She is leaving for Oz in two months time. She is going to travel all over for 8 weeks. Fair play to her. I'm not that brave.

Tuesday, February 04, 2003

I work on the first floor of my building. Today we were all told that we have to move up to second floor as of next week for about 10 days. The company wants to re-cable the entire floor. Normally I wouldn't mind but as I work in the correspondence department, this move is going to cause a huge disruption. Everyday there are letters all over my desk. To the untrained eye it may look like a mess but it's my mess and I know where everything kinda is. I don't know. No one consulted me about this move.
Last night on my way home from work Dad called me on my mobile asking if I fancied Indian. I thought I might be able to force some down, so I said yes. Rod, my uncle who has lived with us for the past year and a half was going out to get it. Now Rod goes mad when he gets takeaway. Before he goes out we always tell him not to go mad and each time this advice goes in one ear and out the other. When I got home Rod was still out. It was only Rod, Dad and myself that were eating but Rod bought home a huge box with 5 main curries, 3 boxes of rice, 10 popadoms, 4 naan bread and salads and dips. Ridiculous! His heart is in the right place but really that much food is just a waste.
Later that night I felt really tired and was lying down on the sofa. I decided to go for a shower but as soon as I got in the shower I felt like I wanted to be sick. I started to feel really faint and there was a whooshing noise in my ears. I pulled on my pyjamas and stumbled out of the bathroom. On the hall landing I really started to go and called Dad. He came upstairs and got hold of me just before I fainted. It was weird, everything seemed really distant. Dad carried me into my room and put me on my bed where I started to gain consciences. My head felt a little woozy for a while but I’m ok.
Today was just another normal day. I went to work by train, as it snowed quite heavily last night I don't trust the buses. Work was same old, same old. When I got home I gave Molly, our dog, a bath.

Sunday, February 02, 2003

Below is all I need now for moving into my flat. I already have all the little things, so this is it:
Tea towels
Money/vouchers for paint at ‘Do it All’
A Washer/Dryer or just a washing machine
A bed
Bedside table
Chest of draws
Pine bookshelf
Pine coffee table
T.V Stand
Fridge/Freezer
Household cleaning products
Sofa
Easy Chair

If any family member or kind soul around the world would like to make a contribution to this worth while fund I would greatly appreciate money for vouchers for the below stores
Do it All
Ikea
Curry’s

(Please note any donations with receive a personal thank you on this blog)


My friend Craig was telling me last week how he was going to place an advert in the paper for a lodger. Not one to miss out on such a brilliant opportunity to play a joke on him, I bided my time until Friday just gone. Craig was on a rest day on Friday so with all my work mates egging me on I made a call to him on my lunch break.
Here's how the conversation went.

Me: (in a Scottish accent) Hello? Is this the number for a room to rent?

Craig: Yes it is. Let me tell you about it. It's a really good-sized room with a large bay window and fitted wardrobes and dresser. It's just sitting there at the moment, so I thought I'd put it to use.

Me: Oh that sound lovely. Just to let you know I do have a bit of an unusual hobby. I collect dummies.

Craig: Dummies?

Me: Yeah, you know shop manikins. Would you be able to accommodate them?

Craig: (sounding hesitate) Well, how many are we talking?

Me: Well I'm doing a deal with a retail store at the moment to buy some more, but we are talking about 10 when I'll looking to move in.

Craig: Err okay.

Me: The other thing is the temperature. The central heating would have to be on full all time. You see, the plastic on the dummies as to be kept at the critical state to maintain that showroom look. Would that be ok?

Craig: Well I'm just thinking where they would go.........

Me: Well that's the good thing, they are totally versatile. I could detach the arms and put them where the legs go, to save room. However I do like to keep the heads on display at all times.

Craig: (Starting to realise someone was having him on) Yeah I collect dolls as well, all sorts. Who is this?

Me: Mt name is Mrs Wallace.

Craig: Yeah right. As in Wallace and Gromit?

Me: Are ok son, maybe we could arrange a viewing?

Craig: Err I have to go, I'm driving.

He then cleared on me. About 20 minutes later Craig called me and asked if I was winding him up. I said he didn't know what he was on about. He said ok and told me he just had a really weird call that he would tell me on Monday.
I'll tell him in was me on Monday.


Pure classic.

Saturday, February 01, 2003

Excellent news today. This morning I went to see the other flat. The carpets are an awful floral design and need to be changed. The walls need a lick of paint but it could be charming. I said the estate agent that I wanted it, so he said he would call the owner and check it would be ok for me to have it. After the viewing Dad and I went to the supermarket, while in there my mobile rang. It was the estate agent calling to let me know that I was ok to move in and the owner is willing to pay for new carpets! All I had to do was go down to the carpet shop and choose my colours! Brilliant. Dad and I went down, and I have chosen a lovely beige colour for the living room, hall and bedroom. Everything is going Judith.

Friday, January 31, 2003

Last night I went into town with my friend Gemma. She went to a cocktail bar first of all. I had a long island ice tea, which was fantastic. We then went on to a couple of bar before we settled into one. We were quite happily having a drink at the bar when Gemma went to the toilet. A man came and stood next to me while he was ordering his drink. He looked at me and started going on how cold he was from outside. I smiled politely and went to look away when he said to me if he could have a hug to warm him up. How sleazy! I looked at him in disgust and can you believe he looked offended! My ears were more offended from his pathetic attempt to pick up a woman. I was even more astonished two minutes later when his girlfriend returned from the toilet and carried on as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Are there any good decent gentlemen left in the world?
Bad news. The owner of the flat decided that he didn't want to let the flat to me as he thought I was too young. Mum and Dad went down to the estate agents this morning to see if he was willing to change his mind. Perhaps if they acted as a guarantee, that I would be able to make rent each month. Mr Archer, the estate agents said that the real reason that the owner didn't want to give me the flat was because I turned it down a few weeks ago, which incidentally, I only did as it was a bit of a mess at the time as the carpets hadn't been put down and I would have to fit a shower myself. Which is ridiculous! The guy is cutting off his nose to spite his face. The flat has been on the market for a couple of months. Things are so bad he has had to reduce the rent and when I agree he says no. Silly man. It’s a real shame because I had fallen in love with that place.

Better new: Another flat has become available in the same area, which I am going to see tomorrow. It’s the same size as the last one and has a shower and built in wardrobe. Mum and Dad went to see it this morning. They said it needs a really could clean and a new carpet but with a few days work it could be lovely. So if all's well I'll take it.