She is alive ... I promise!

I'm sorry I've been so quiet for the past few days; for the first time in months I actually have lots of work to do and I'm not used to it!

The new show seems to be quite good. It's not going to be that insane and most of the team are based in a city further north in England so I won't be going on any shoots but I am going to be getting some invaluable experience in post production and as boring as that is it is an aspect of Production that I am not well versed in.

One little bit of juicy gossip is that I am actually replacing someone else as she apparently was not doing a good enough job. It was terribly awkward when I started last Thursday as she was actually still there. I came up with all of my belongings - including Steve (yes he goes from desk to desk with me) - and had to wait until she had cleared all of hers and moved to another desk before I could settle in. The tension in the air was palpable and my new Production Manager and I kept fighting the giggles when we looked at each other.

Oh my new Production Manager. I just love him! He makes me laugh and can already tell that he will a fellow conspirator as he just doesn't take anything seriously either. His sense of humour is brilliant too!

Miss M: Why do I keep thinking that your surname is McQueen?

NOT McQueen: Well perhaps because I am a total Queen?

Miss M: Packs up laughing That you are, that you are.

I think that him and I are going to get along like a house on fire.

It's so strange to be busy. I've forgotten how to actually work.

How am I going to live up to these expectations?

The Mobile Phone Club

I do wonder about the sanity levels of our floor sometimes. Today we created The Mobile Phone Club which only people with bluetooth on their phones could join. We spent an enjoyable half an hour "toothing" different ring tones to each other - Airwolf, NightRider, Murder She Wrote and Macgyver.

What occurred afterwards was what honestly made me ponder our sanity. Three 30 odd year old people and me participated in this.

Colleague 1: I know, let's all play our machine gun clips at the same time. It will sound like we're having a gunfight

Colleague 2: Naughty giggle Oh cool idea!

Colleague 1: On the count of 3

Colleague 1, 2, 3 and Miss M: Oooone, twooooo, threeeee

Sound of rattling gunfire plays across the office. The four of us jump up and pretend to shoot on another whilst giggling uncontrollably.

Colleague 1: Well that was fun

Then we all returned to work as if nothing had happened. Because weird things like this happen every day in our special corner.

Yesterday we tormented our Line Manager with a gigantic plastic spider as she is terrified of them.

I love my office.

On another note I got given a present of a new desk friend today.

Frank.

Frank is a bright pink pig who is filled with bean bag stuffing. He is now sitting next to Steve and Pinkie (my colleagues desk friend who I'm babysitting whilst she is away - who strangely enough is actually green).

The other show who sit behind us think that we are all mental. I swear we're normal. I promise!

I just love Mondays

Things that really made my Monday this morning

1) The alarm going off and rudely awakening me from a lovely dream about climbing

2) Water being used by a housemate whilst I was in the shower causing an icy jet of water to hit me *shivers at the memory*

3) Burning my hand whilst taking my oats out of the microwave (apparently bowls get very hot when in the microwave for 3 minutes)

4) Standing next to a drunk on the bus who reeked of lager and was drinking a can of Fosters at 9am in the morning. Not to mention the stale cigarette smoke that was permeating from him.

5) Having every conceivable muscle hurting from my climbing session yesterday. I stand up it hurts, I sit down it hurts, I walk it hurts. See the reoccurring theme here?

6) Being given lots of boring tasks to do but being incapable of actually achieving them. Apparently when someone keeps DVD's loose in their luggage they get scratched and then I can't copy them over to our shared drive.

7) Feeling sorry for myself because of all of the above

Basically I want to go home, curl up in bed and just start again tomorrow. I'm sure tomorrow will be better. It will won't it?!

On the plus side I blew Steve back up again on Friday evening and he is now back to sitting on my desk watching over me as I feel sorry for myself.

And yes Lordwiggly, he did enjoy being blown up ever so much ....

Deja Vu

0745am alarm clock goes off

Miss M gets out of bed, showers, gets dressed, eats breakfast and departs for work

0920am Miss M gets on her train

0945am Miss M arrives at the office and stands in the queue to get into the lift

Miss M arrives on the 10th floor and walks to her desk

Miss M throws her bag down, logs in to her computer and says hi to everyone

Miss M makes a cup of coffee and sits down to read her blogs

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Hang on ... isn't this 2008? Haven't I finished on this show? I don't sit here anymore?! What's going on?!

Apparently I'm back sitting at my old desk, working with my old colleagues on my old show. It is the strangest feeling of deja vu ever, it really is as if I never left and had a month long holiday. In some ways it is fantastic as I've actually really missed these people - but in other ways it feels like I haven't moved on at all and my wonderful holiday is about to become a distance memory.

On the plus side I'm no longer having to watch babies being brought into the world!

I still can't erase that image from my mind though.

P.s: I've been reunited with Steve! He got deflated for the holidays and I'm trying to gain up the energy to blow him back up again. (Somehow that sentence looked better in my head)

I have a new toy!

I have been given the blow up kangaroo as a present.

He is now perched overlooking my desk.

I like him.

I shall call him Steve.

Steve the Kangaroo.

It has a certain ring to it.

His "penis" still bothers me somewhat but I am making peace with it. I am trying to figure out how to take him home with me. I could deflate him and then blow him up at the other end.

Actually this thought process is ending now.