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What’s all this about then?

I should write a book about my life in HR. I think people would think this commetary on my life was a bit too far-fetched to be about real-life events, though. But the truth really is stranger than fiction.

Let’s look at today’s highlights, then:

1) Tales of the Dead Dog being buried by candle-light just prior to Christmas.

2) The guy who took us to court – and got a reasonable payoff sends a heartfelt christmas card to our CEO.

3) The man who only did 5 days work and then didn’t come back has decided to try and tap us up for a fortune at Tribunal (there’s no justice).

4) Lucy Cruise-ship (manager) sends long email complaining about how half her staff haven’t bothered to come to work because they’re “sick” on the first day back. Where is she? Why, she’s at home in Kent because “there’s such a long tailback on the QE2 bridge” so she’s decided to be absent too…. Marvelous role-model….

5) The lady who has decided to come back to work today after declaring mental health issues and having 6 weeks off because her sick pay is coming to an end, but she hasn’t been signed fit by her Doctor…..

What a lovely day!! Happy New Year.


Hello 2012

Hi everyone. I apologise for being away for so long. A lot happened. I had a molar pregnancy, and that meant (unfortunately for me) that I had to have a course of low-level chemotherapy to kill off a weird non-cancerous tumor that was fooling my system into thinking it was a foetus…. Nature is very interesting. More interesting when it’s happening to oneself….

Anyway, in my usual style, I dealt very positively with the whole episode, including the week in the cancer-ward at Charing Cross hospital, which I will describe as living with the dying. It puts your life into focus, certainly!

Anyway, shit happens to everyone – its all about how you decide to deal with it.

So, following a very busy year, and more recently a little Christmas break from work, I feel the time is right to come back and write.

Facebook is all very well, but I find myself needing something else. Without the bloody annoying people that make up a lot of our lives. Oh they’re nice enough, these people, but they’re mainly stupid.

Yep – still a pedantic snob. Don’t care!

Hope there’s still someone out there who might want to read what I want to say. Let me know.


Not really

Hi there. I’ve been away a while because, it turned out there was no baby in there and the pregnancy just wasn’t viable. I’ve had quite a traumatic time, really. But I’ve just got on with it.
Which meant I haven’t had time to talk to you about it here.
But I’m OK, although I’ve had to have chemotherapy, even though I don’t have cancer.

Hope everyone’s doing ok.

I can’t believe it…. I’m…. pregnant!

Well, what can I tell you?

I found out I was pregnant on a Saturday morning in early April, but by the following wednesday I wasn’t any more and miscarried. Didn’t really feel much different to a heavy period if I’m honest. Here I am, just 5 weeks later and I’m pregnant again………

Except this time I actually FEEL pregnant. I can pee for England at the moment, my digestive system is slowing down and making me uncomfortable, I’ve got a wavering appetite (very strange for me – I normally LOVE my food) and I’m exhausted all the time.

Its weird though, knowing, but not being ready to tell people. Me and Badger are quietly excited, but we can’t really get our hopes up, just in case this little bundle of cells decides it doesn’t want to cook properly…

It seems like bloody ages until I can get a confirmation scan.

On the other hand, since I didn’t actually have another period between the miscarriage and my big fat positive test result, we aren’t certain of any dates! By rough calculation, if all goes well, we’re looking at mid Jan 2011.

It seems like forever away.

And my life will change.

Doesn’t feel real yet.

Still Spinning, and What’s alopecia then?

When I returned yesterday to my bog, I wondered about the title. I’ve been “still spinning” since 2003, but to be honest, I haven’t had a major recurrence of vertigo, so maybe its time for a name change? No – traelling as a passenger up the spiral entrance to our local multistorey carpark reminded me how sensitive I am to spinning. I felt sick and disorientated in just a few minutes!! Maybe I’m just coping better than I used to, which is why I don’t notice it so much. Perhaps the title stays!

But I have a new subject to occupy my time. Alopecia. See here.

My hair has always been thin, but now I’m losing it in quite a big way. Its quite awful when you’re a girl! I’m now considering whether to go for a wig or hairpiece of some kind. Not an easy decision.

Hello, Old Friend

Its been a while since I’ve been here! So much has happened.  Not sure what to tell you really, there’s been a lot of work stuff and a lot of weekend stuff.

Personal, though – that’s the kind of thing I used to write about here.

So, there are two personal things to tell you.

1) I have been diagnosed with alopecia areata.

2) We’re trying for a baby.

Spaniel xx

Changing Room Chuckles

I love it when you go into the ladies’ changing rooms in a department store when they’re busy. You can hear lots of hilarious conversations going on between disembodied voices, but you can also have extra fun with the lady who checks you in and out.

Like I did yesterday.

I went in, whilst the place was in chaos. There was no check-in lady to be seen, so I went in, tried my items on, and on my way out, there was the check-in lady.

“Any good?” She asks in that despairing way that only changing room check-in ladies can.

“No thank you” I said, handed her the items and strode away.

“Errr. ” She said. “Where’s your disc?”


“Where’s your disc?” she motions to the items in her hand “Fer these?”

“I didn’t get one” I said.

This is interesting, I think to myself. What kind of powers does a changing room check-in lady have? What’s she going to do about this situation, then? Will I be arrested?

She’s looking at me with a face that seems to say “Could she have stolen something? Does she look dodgy?” She eyes me up and down. I am wearing my work suit, I have a hand-bag and little else about me. Her face brightens.

“Okay then!” she says, and turns away to her racks.


The front line of store security.