Goblin Grumbles
15/04/2004 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie is peeved and irritable and just recovering from a nasty horrible week. Two assignments done and one to go plus the nasty weekly questionses that get randomly collected.
The ma and pa were peeved that Iz had no Easter choccies for them. See that's what happens when you live alone - you get mean and nasty and selfish and bitter and twisted etc etc. Well that's the ma's theory anyway. The other obvious explanation that the Iz had no silver sickles to spend until payday today just never occured to this pair of Marie Antoinettes.
Iz was also peeved not to be able to buy any choccies. Last year on Easter Saturday worked a morning shift and was then able to lurk like a vulture around the shops 30 mins before closing time to snatch the chocolate eggs and stuff going out cheap. Got lots of nice eggses and even arrived early at work to go hiding them all over the place for folks to find. But this year - had to miss out on the vulture feast and wait till today. They are all gone in the supermarkets but there is one place called Chokeby Road that still has oodles and oodles of them for half price. And bestest of all - most of the Stuff is Lindt. Iz is a chocolate snob and hates cheap and nasty muck made with vegetable oil instead of cocoa butter.
So tomorrow will stock up on the big choccie eggs for Vernon and Petunia - so that I can go straight to the lair with them. They might get damaged if I'd be carting them around to the Min and then walking home.
Last Thursday at auditing class, when once again our weekly questionses were not collected - all that work yet again for nothing, Izzie and her partner in crime agreed to meet to put all our stuff for the group project together on Tuesday at 3pm. Was sure that we would be there for 2- 3 hours or so and then could spend the rest of the time in the library getting stuff for the other big assignment due on Tuesday 27 April.
But this other wannabee goblin is much finickier than Iz. Not petty but pernickity -the sort that crosses every t and dots every i and wants to turn out stuff that you could put in a frame and hang on a wall. She used to be a secretary and knows the evil Microsoft Word inside out and upside down.
So the gorgeous sunny day got darker and darker and we did not get out of that place till 11.30 at night. The Izzie eyes were all fuzzy and blurry and the rest of Izzie felt like a zombie.
So when we agreed to one last proofreading and touching up for 9.30 this morning - Iz automatically assumed that yet another glorious sunny day would be down the gurgler and was only grateful that it would all be over some time before 5pm which was the deadline.
Was a pleasant surprise to have it printed off with only itsie bitsie alterations by 1pm. So was able to go home and do the laundry and housework that is reserved for Thursday mornings now that I no longer have Wednesday evenings off.
Basically went home and fell into a heap. After a week of deprivation, Iz needed a fix of sushi and tasty choccies. So after a few hours pottering around the house, finally got to go to the shops. At that stage, was beginning to recover, relax and unwind when I ended up getting a jerk of a bus driver. Iz calls them jerks - not because they are nasty and rude but there are a lot of drivers out there who you would swear have one foot on the brake and the other on the accelerator and they seem to love stopping and starting suddenly at any opportunity that presents itself. And this is certainly not confined to bus stops, road signs and red lights.
Iz much prefers a driver who is smoother and slower and not so damned erratic.
After a week of excessive amounts of human contact, ickle Iz was not in the mood for any more excitement than necessary.
The most annoying thing of all is that tomorrow is the Izzie public speaking group topic "Vote for me" where Iz gets to be the representative of the Green party. Normally I just love doing this - Iz is the only one who ever goes to the bother of putting up flags and posters and various party paraphernalia (green and silver tinsel, posters and broomsticks) but because it just happens to be the very same week as those nasty stinking assignments - apart from buying some chocolate frogs and green Easter eggs to offer as bribes to prospective voters - Iz has not even had time and certainly no inspiration for an evil mean lean and very green speech.
Seems that I've deleted the posters I made for last year so will just have to go without this time or draw them at home. Iz has had more than enough of MS Word for this week.
Now must be off on the broomstick. Got some policies to polish off.
The ma and pa were peeved that Iz had no Easter choccies for them. See that's what happens when you live alone - you get mean and nasty and selfish and bitter and twisted etc etc. Well that's the ma's theory anyway. The other obvious explanation that the Iz had no silver sickles to spend until payday today just never occured to this pair of Marie Antoinettes.
Iz was also peeved not to be able to buy any choccies. Last year on Easter Saturday worked a morning shift and was then able to lurk like a vulture around the shops 30 mins before closing time to snatch the chocolate eggs and stuff going out cheap. Got lots of nice eggses and even arrived early at work to go hiding them all over the place for folks to find. But this year - had to miss out on the vulture feast and wait till today. They are all gone in the supermarkets but there is one place called Chokeby Road that still has oodles and oodles of them for half price. And bestest of all - most of the Stuff is Lindt. Iz is a chocolate snob and hates cheap and nasty muck made with vegetable oil instead of cocoa butter.
So tomorrow will stock up on the big choccie eggs for Vernon and Petunia - so that I can go straight to the lair with them. They might get damaged if I'd be carting them around to the Min and then walking home.
Last Thursday at auditing class, when once again our weekly questionses were not collected - all that work yet again for nothing, Izzie and her partner in crime agreed to meet to put all our stuff for the group project together on Tuesday at 3pm. Was sure that we would be there for 2- 3 hours or so and then could spend the rest of the time in the library getting stuff for the other big assignment due on Tuesday 27 April.
But this other wannabee goblin is much finickier than Iz. Not petty but pernickity -the sort that crosses every t and dots every i and wants to turn out stuff that you could put in a frame and hang on a wall. She used to be a secretary and knows the evil Microsoft Word inside out and upside down.
So the gorgeous sunny day got darker and darker and we did not get out of that place till 11.30 at night. The Izzie eyes were all fuzzy and blurry and the rest of Izzie felt like a zombie.
So when we agreed to one last proofreading and touching up for 9.30 this morning - Iz automatically assumed that yet another glorious sunny day would be down the gurgler and was only grateful that it would all be over some time before 5pm which was the deadline.
Was a pleasant surprise to have it printed off with only itsie bitsie alterations by 1pm. So was able to go home and do the laundry and housework that is reserved for Thursday mornings now that I no longer have Wednesday evenings off.
Basically went home and fell into a heap. After a week of deprivation, Iz needed a fix of sushi and tasty choccies. So after a few hours pottering around the house, finally got to go to the shops. At that stage, was beginning to recover, relax and unwind when I ended up getting a jerk of a bus driver. Iz calls them jerks - not because they are nasty and rude but there are a lot of drivers out there who you would swear have one foot on the brake and the other on the accelerator and they seem to love stopping and starting suddenly at any opportunity that presents itself. And this is certainly not confined to bus stops, road signs and red lights.
Iz much prefers a driver who is smoother and slower and not so damned erratic.
After a week of excessive amounts of human contact, ickle Iz was not in the mood for any more excitement than necessary.
The most annoying thing of all is that tomorrow is the Izzie public speaking group topic "Vote for me" where Iz gets to be the representative of the Green party. Normally I just love doing this - Iz is the only one who ever goes to the bother of putting up flags and posters and various party paraphernalia (green and silver tinsel, posters and broomsticks) but because it just happens to be the very same week as those nasty stinking assignments - apart from buying some chocolate frogs and green Easter eggs to offer as bribes to prospective voters - Iz has not even had time and certainly no inspiration for an evil mean lean and very green speech.
Seems that I've deleted the posters I made for last year so will just have to go without this time or draw them at home. Iz has had more than enough of MS Word for this week.
Now must be off on the broomstick. Got some policies to polish off.
