Crazy sooky sneezy Izzie
14/06/2004 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie should be lurking in the lair drooling over her auditing books but Iz is a bad bad serpent.
Since Thursday woke up feeling like I had been kissed by a dozen Dementors. Really cranky, irritable and totally zonked and brain dead. The sorts of days when the itsiest bitsiest thing is so damned annoying. Did get two hours of unadulterated escapism going to see a certain movie.
But did not take long for the crankiness to return. Izzie was very jumpy, jerky and extremely irritable. Not quite sure but have read somewhere that being unable to distinguish between voices in a conversation when there are lots of people -like in a cafe or pub or finding that traffic noise is extremely loud but the stuff you want to listen to is very quiet (especially when you got a stupid radio station that insists on using the dead zone frequency of 810 where everything electrical interferes with reception) these are all supposed to be signs of hearing problems or impending deafness or maybe of plain vanilla craziness.
I guess the rain doesn't help. Traffic always seems louder when it is raining.
Friday was more of the same. Not a good start to the day to be dreaming of Dementors - guess that's what you get being an innocent ickle green thing going to grownup's movies without mummy to hold your hand for the scary bits.
The Government gardens which are normally only open at lunchtime on Tuesdays were open all week so that's where the Izzie went for a lurk after the movie. Went and sat in the sunshine on a bench next to a gorgeous very old olive tree that is about 170 years old and just the sort of wickedly twisted specimen that one could expect to find in the Hogwarts grounds.
But Iz was so so brain dead that even reading about the original adventures in the Shrieking Shack, just found myself staring at the pages and nothing sinking in. Not a hope in hell then of ever making sense of the big fat nasty Monster book of Auditing standards that I'd also brought along with all the best intentions in the world.
Saturday was more of the same but this time Izzie had to go to work. One of the other house elves commented a few weeks ago that the Iz seems far more flustered than usual. Normally she said that the Iz has the patience of a saint and stuff seems not to bother her but to run off like water off a duck's back.
She said she noticed that Iz had gotten a bit like that back in November but assumed it was the exams. Iz on the other hand remembers that was the time when Claire told us house elves that she had just been diagnosed with cancer and we were all nearly as shocked and upset as she was.
One of our more witchy residents was in a very cranky high pitched whining mode this particular morning and Iz could just not switch off the noise as usual - was like having a damned dentist drill boring into the Izzie ears and made me extremely grumpy.
By the afternoon the Iz was utterly exhausted but somewhat relieved to find out that there was a simple explanation for her appalling performances of the Patronus charm. Damned muggle hormones of the female variety and the onset of a rather nasty cold with the usual headaches and sensitivity to noise and nasty stinking coffin nails and other sorts of noxious smells.
Then there are the increasing fits of procrastination. The Iz has now less than 6 months left at the Min of Fin with unlimited internet access (ie between studying and house elf activities) On the one hand I want to get those grade averages of 70 but on the other - Izzie is dreading the thought of having to write out a nasty resume and look half normal and no longer having all those perks that come with being a goblin wannabee. Iz is a compulsive learner after all. Just loves lurking around libraries and universities - and these days online. A bit like Harry I guess, on the one hand wanting to keep hearing the voices of his parents - scary and all as it was because it was the only memory he had of them, but on the other realizing that the past is gone and should not be allowed to get in the way of the present or future.
So bad bad Iz has yet again managed to procrastinate for a few more hours and put off that revision for the exams starting on Thursday. It's almost as if she believes that somewhere out there a Timeturner is lurking which will solve all those study problems. Yesss. Go to the exams -read the questions and then turn time back for one week and get a score of 112%.
Well - must be off on the broomstick. It's time to take out that copy of 'Auditing and assurance services in Azkaban' page 394 'The tell tail signs of an entity with going concern issues'. Exciting stuff.
Oh and Izzie has been snooping in her friends list and found a tasty tidbit that made her immediately think of Fuzzy tangerines and peculiar pythons with a particular fondness for Luscioussss ( Those mysterious Malfoys)
Since Thursday woke up feeling like I had been kissed by a dozen Dementors. Really cranky, irritable and totally zonked and brain dead. The sorts of days when the itsiest bitsiest thing is so damned annoying. Did get two hours of unadulterated escapism going to see a certain movie.
But did not take long for the crankiness to return. Izzie was very jumpy, jerky and extremely irritable. Not quite sure but have read somewhere that being unable to distinguish between voices in a conversation when there are lots of people -like in a cafe or pub or finding that traffic noise is extremely loud but the stuff you want to listen to is very quiet (especially when you got a stupid radio station that insists on using the dead zone frequency of 810 where everything electrical interferes with reception) these are all supposed to be signs of hearing problems or impending deafness or maybe of plain vanilla craziness.
I guess the rain doesn't help. Traffic always seems louder when it is raining.
Friday was more of the same. Not a good start to the day to be dreaming of Dementors - guess that's what you get being an innocent ickle green thing going to grownup's movies without mummy to hold your hand for the scary bits.
The Government gardens which are normally only open at lunchtime on Tuesdays were open all week so that's where the Izzie went for a lurk after the movie. Went and sat in the sunshine on a bench next to a gorgeous very old olive tree that is about 170 years old and just the sort of wickedly twisted specimen that one could expect to find in the Hogwarts grounds.
But Iz was so so brain dead that even reading about the original adventures in the Shrieking Shack, just found myself staring at the pages and nothing sinking in. Not a hope in hell then of ever making sense of the big fat nasty Monster book of Auditing standards that I'd also brought along with all the best intentions in the world.
Saturday was more of the same but this time Izzie had to go to work. One of the other house elves commented a few weeks ago that the Iz seems far more flustered than usual. Normally she said that the Iz has the patience of a saint and stuff seems not to bother her but to run off like water off a duck's back.
She said she noticed that Iz had gotten a bit like that back in November but assumed it was the exams. Iz on the other hand remembers that was the time when Claire told us house elves that she had just been diagnosed with cancer and we were all nearly as shocked and upset as she was.
One of our more witchy residents was in a very cranky high pitched whining mode this particular morning and Iz could just not switch off the noise as usual - was like having a damned dentist drill boring into the Izzie ears and made me extremely grumpy.
By the afternoon the Iz was utterly exhausted but somewhat relieved to find out that there was a simple explanation for her appalling performances of the Patronus charm. Damned muggle hormones of the female variety and the onset of a rather nasty cold with the usual headaches and sensitivity to noise and nasty stinking coffin nails and other sorts of noxious smells.
Then there are the increasing fits of procrastination. The Iz has now less than 6 months left at the Min of Fin with unlimited internet access (ie between studying and house elf activities) On the one hand I want to get those grade averages of 70 but on the other - Izzie is dreading the thought of having to write out a nasty resume and look half normal and no longer having all those perks that come with being a goblin wannabee. Iz is a compulsive learner after all. Just loves lurking around libraries and universities - and these days online. A bit like Harry I guess, on the one hand wanting to keep hearing the voices of his parents - scary and all as it was because it was the only memory he had of them, but on the other realizing that the past is gone and should not be allowed to get in the way of the present or future.
So bad bad Iz has yet again managed to procrastinate for a few more hours and put off that revision for the exams starting on Thursday. It's almost as if she believes that somewhere out there a Timeturner is lurking which will solve all those study problems. Yesss. Go to the exams -read the questions and then turn time back for one week and get a score of 112%.
Well - must be off on the broomstick. It's time to take out that copy of 'Auditing and assurance services in Azkaban' page 394 'The tell tail signs of an entity with going concern issues'. Exciting stuff.
Oh and Izzie has been snooping in her friends list and found a tasty tidbit that made her immediately think of Fuzzy tangerines and peculiar pythons with a particular fondness for Luscioussss ( Those mysterious Malfoys)
