Friday, August 31, 2001

 
Yet another pair of shoes has met a hideous doom (dropped in the river, left to float, like Paddle to the Sea, to a new life somewhere far, far from me). Is it so very difficult to assume that my feet are normal? All I want is shoes which won't hurt, look nice and can stand up to the huge amount of walking I do. Come autumn, I can start wearing my boots for outdoors, but even I draw the line at miniskirts and hiking boots - in a work environment. The latest kamikaze victims are blue suede-ish, which will go with the many blue suits I have - I counted up my suits and I have one for every day of the week and three for Sundays. Obviously, it's time for the wardrobe to be culled. The trouble is, I just don't have room for everything - and I like buying clothes.

Felt like dancing triumphantly: was given two very difficult projects with deadline of today. Last night, my boss asked casually how they were getting on. Equally casually, I picked up project #1 (beautifully presented, colour coded, cross referenced, information factually correct, suggestions for improving the process marked by feasibility) and handed it to him. Project #2 was awaiting feedback, so showed him the draft. That was complete by lunchtime today. So went off to celebrate (aka cafe latte and waffles).

Watched Austin Powers #1 while tidying up the videos. What's going to emerge next? Well, apart from Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, which I really did enjoy, more, probably than Tank Girl. The Buffy videos are being marked with a gold star, the series of "This Life" with a silver star and after I've catalogued the videos, never again!!!! It's an awful job. On the other hand, it is nice to see that tapes like "Review of the Year 1998" turn out to be something quite different ...though I did feel a bit stunned to see what other people had thought worthy of being taped. The only thought which came to me was: Why? Followed by: Tape over that asap and don't admit to it ever existing.


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