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Jan. 4th, 2003 06:17 pmI didn't go into work on Thursday, mainly because I stayed up til 5am reading Fool's Errand by Robin Hobb. I also forgot to fetch my car from outside where I had left it at New Year and then when I looked out of the window on Thursday morning. Surprise! No car. For one panic stricken moment, I thought it had been stolen (entirely possible as it's been stolen in the past and both its locks are seriously busted). If it had been stolen, I wouldn't have minded too much as it's a bit of a beast of a car and cost me £350 and has wires dangling out where the radio used to be and one of the windows doesn't wind up completely but... we have a sort of mutual respect thing going on now after 18 months. So, I decided to take a day's extra holiday as hauling my sister out of bed at 7am to get her to drive me to my car would have gone down like a lead balloon.
But the book... The end did rather tear my still-beating heart out of my chest but it was as compelling as her previous books and not quite as depressing. However, I don't have high hopes for poor old Fitz in following books. Robin Hobb seems determined to torture the poor guy and this irritates me a bit - I'm all for realism, honest I am, but angst piled upon angst makes me want to throw something and chew on the furniture. Why then do I still read her? Because her Liveship Trader books were wonderful and her writing is staggeringly good from a technical pov, emotionally very powerful and you don't see that very often. I will be buying the sequel when it finally comes out in paperback.
Friday I was back in work, which was okay because I came to the surprising conclusion that I like my job. No, that's too simple. My job is alright but boring at times and stressful and I am covering a role that I am definitely not getting paid accordingly for but the people I work with make it what it is. I actually looked forward to going back to see how people's holidays were. Avoiding the huge tin of Cadbury's Roses was torture and I did give in once and helped myself to a caramel keg. I love Roses.
Friday night involved a trip to the pub. We went to a local that I'm not particularly fond of as it's a bit rough and smoky. I'm not a snob. No, I'm not, she says arguing with the bit of my psyche that just laughed sarcastically. But I hate thick smoke and getting looked at like a foreigner because I'm not displaying vast expanses of flesh. I can look good and fashionable and all that but not when I'm knackered and in the local. It was alright until one of my friends got in a, uh, disagreement in the toilets. I was already in one cubicle while this was going on, when I heard.
"Excuse me love, you know it's polite to ask people if there's a queue. Yeah, don't be so f***ing rude," and words to that effect.
Not best known for her tact, said friend exited the toilet and said. "Fine, go ahead and use it if you're so bothered. I don't mind waiting."
By this point, I was inwardly going WTF - hello?! Arguement over a toilet? Not exactly a big deal! and went out to see what was going on. I realised why there was a problem - both girls were really drunk. One of them was built like a brick shithouse and had a temper with it, and the other was skinny but keeping back. And now they were both arguing with my friend over who should use the toilet, and she wasn't backing down in her insistence that they should go ahead if it was so important and they were insisting that it was too late. My mild. "everything alright?" was ignored. Then they started taking the piss out of my friend's accent (predictable) and, in the end, one of them stormed into the toilet and slammed the door and the other left, leaving the two of us just looking at each other, sort of amazed that we'd actually been involved in a near fight about a toilet. The weird end to the incident was that angry large girl with a face like a smacked arse came out and the end and towered over us and I don't know... either tried to intimidate us or, scarily, come on to us, and shook both our hands and said she was, "awfully glad to meet us," and walked out. Just a very bizarre end to the week. Very bizarre.
Today I figured the sales would have calmed down so I went to town and bought buy one get one free Angel and Buffy box sets. Hurrah! I will probably watch some tonight.
Tis all in the land of Emma.
But the book... The end did rather tear my still-beating heart out of my chest but it was as compelling as her previous books and not quite as depressing. However, I don't have high hopes for poor old Fitz in following books. Robin Hobb seems determined to torture the poor guy and this irritates me a bit - I'm all for realism, honest I am, but angst piled upon angst makes me want to throw something and chew on the furniture. Why then do I still read her? Because her Liveship Trader books were wonderful and her writing is staggeringly good from a technical pov, emotionally very powerful and you don't see that very often. I will be buying the sequel when it finally comes out in paperback.
Friday I was back in work, which was okay because I came to the surprising conclusion that I like my job. No, that's too simple. My job is alright but boring at times and stressful and I am covering a role that I am definitely not getting paid accordingly for but the people I work with make it what it is. I actually looked forward to going back to see how people's holidays were. Avoiding the huge tin of Cadbury's Roses was torture and I did give in once and helped myself to a caramel keg. I love Roses.
Friday night involved a trip to the pub. We went to a local that I'm not particularly fond of as it's a bit rough and smoky. I'm not a snob. No, I'm not, she says arguing with the bit of my psyche that just laughed sarcastically. But I hate thick smoke and getting looked at like a foreigner because I'm not displaying vast expanses of flesh. I can look good and fashionable and all that but not when I'm knackered and in the local. It was alright until one of my friends got in a, uh, disagreement in the toilets. I was already in one cubicle while this was going on, when I heard.
"Excuse me love, you know it's polite to ask people if there's a queue. Yeah, don't be so f***ing rude," and words to that effect.
Not best known for her tact, said friend exited the toilet and said. "Fine, go ahead and use it if you're so bothered. I don't mind waiting."
By this point, I was inwardly going WTF - hello?! Arguement over a toilet? Not exactly a big deal! and went out to see what was going on. I realised why there was a problem - both girls were really drunk. One of them was built like a brick shithouse and had a temper with it, and the other was skinny but keeping back. And now they were both arguing with my friend over who should use the toilet, and she wasn't backing down in her insistence that they should go ahead if it was so important and they were insisting that it was too late. My mild. "everything alright?" was ignored. Then they started taking the piss out of my friend's accent (predictable) and, in the end, one of them stormed into the toilet and slammed the door and the other left, leaving the two of us just looking at each other, sort of amazed that we'd actually been involved in a near fight about a toilet. The weird end to the incident was that angry large girl with a face like a smacked arse came out and the end and towered over us and I don't know... either tried to intimidate us or, scarily, come on to us, and shook both our hands and said she was, "awfully glad to meet us," and walked out. Just a very bizarre end to the week. Very bizarre.
Today I figured the sales would have calmed down so I went to town and bought buy one get one free Angel and Buffy box sets. Hurrah! I will probably watch some tonight.
Tis all in the land of Emma.
