Blast from the Past

First of all I need to apologise profusely for being absent for such a long period of time.

I have no excuse. I've just been lazy. Or have just lacked the words to put my life in to perspective for everyone. Actually no, I've just been lazy.

So where to begin ...

1) I'm back living in Cape Town. Yes please, round of applause, I've made it back to our amazing country and not one fibre of my being is saying that this is the wrong decision. Perhaps in a couple of months when I am still unemployed and winter is setting in I might ... but at the moment it is all smiles.

2) I'm unemployed. Yes I know you're all saying that old refrain but this time it is at least because I've moved countries and it has only been since the 8th of December so it isn't that bad.

3) I think I've gotten fat. That'll be from the lack of climbing and far too much Christmas food but still; as of the 1st of January I am on a starvation front and no food but lettuce and water shall be passing my lips.

Let's see how long that lasts. If it is anything like last New Years resolution Lopz and I will be eating KFC as of day 1.

Ah Lopz. That is the one downside. I've left my English family behind and am now being adopted by the South African side.

Bear and Fish are amazing - so looking forward to partying it up with you guys this year!

So yes, I'm back.

Here is many stories of Cape Town jobs; amusing gaffes at work and potentially shag partners.

I've missed you guys.

Guess who's back? Miss M's back ... back again!

Right, first off I would like to apologise for my extended absence.

"See you soon" has turned in to almost 3 months but it isn't that I haven't TRIED to blog because I've sat with my laptop in front of me staring at the screen trying to figure out what fun and entertaining anecdote I can come back with. What can I start with to hook my readers back with a bang? I just haven't been able to write.

But I'm back now and I'm just going to jump right in there.

Jade Goody. I am so over it now. (If you don't know what I'm talking about please google it)

Yes I'm sad that she is dying, yes it is horrible and yes my heart goes out to her and her family. I completely understand where she is coming from, the poor woman is just trying to provide for her children after she has died and I get that. It is pure instinct and if I was in her position I would probably be doing the same thing.

It is us that I am repulsed by. It is the fact that we're willing to pay money to watch someone's slow and painful death. People seem to be fascinated by it. What sick society do we live in that people want to watch this?

Gordon Brown has spoken out about her, 300 000 pounds was just spent on a faerie tale wedding for her yesterday and you can barely turn anywhere without seeing her face. The owner of Harrods gave her a 3000 pound dream wedding dress and the Sugarbabes played at her wedding. Celebrities are rallying around her showing their support - Now I wouldn't have a problem if this was raising awareness of cervical cancer but all I can see is it raising more awareness of Jade and the British obsession with Celebrities lives. There have been no charities made to help other people with Cancer and no attempts of money to be raised which upsets me. Did she really need to spend all that money on a wedding? Wouldn't that money have been better spent on helping people who can't afford the world class treatment she is getting and trying to save more lives?

I am ashamed to be linked to this show; I'm ashamed to think that I work for a company that would cash in on the death of another human being and I am refusing to partake in it.

My company are jumping on this cash cow too. They're filming her final interview on national television where the general public can gorge their eyes on her for the last time. Am I the only one who thinks that this is sick?

I apologise for the rant but this has really been upsetting me - I'm back now and I promise some fun, laughter, tears and more rants purely for your entertainment!

She's back in body but not in mind

I'm finding it really hard to concentrate again after not working for 11 days.

It's like my brain would rather think about ANYTHING else other than work. Sometimes it is rather embarrassing.

Bossman: So today Miss M I need you to do something very important

Miss M: Sure thing, what's that?

Bossman: Well I need you too blah blah blah blah important blah blah blah paperwork blah blah people getting paid blah blah blah

Miss M: Dreaming about perfect beaches Uh huh

Bossman: Blah blah blah VERY IMPORTANT

Miss M: Back on my favourite climb Okay

Bossman: Is that fine to do Miss M?

Miss M: He was talking to me? Sorry I missed that last part!

Bossman: That's fine, I need you to blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

Miss M: Lazing in the sunshine Sure thing

It's getting bad.

I know it's important but for the life of me I can't remember what it is. I'm hoping that either it'll reappear in my holiday fuddled brain or it'll just disappear and not need to be done.

I suppose I could ask him again but seriously people, what are the chances I'll listen on the third try?

I'm baaack!!!

I made it back to London safe and sound after a truly wonderful break in Cape Town. It was so good to catch up with all of my friends; pity though that some of them decided that I wasn't important enough to see - you really learn who your friends are when you move away and let's just say that I know who I'm striking off my Christmas list for future years!

The sunshine was glorious, in most parts the company was fantastic and I must say that landing back in cold, dreary and rainy London was not my most favoured moment, however being home has had some delights. My housemate graciously downloaded Heroes for me and now I am completely addicted (I know, I know, I'm a late starter but I was really busy at work!) along with all the seasons of How I Met Your Mother. Ah, the joys of being unemployed.

Okay so I'm not really unemployed but I don't start my new contract until Monday.

But I'm not really looking forward to going back. I'll have not worked for a month and the idea of returning makes me panic slightly. I'll tell you that it did take quite a while to relax - for the first couple of days I was really antsy and all I wanted to do was get back in the office and do some work. I desperately wanted to talk to my colleagues, I wanted to know what was going on and the idea of waking up every single morning without any worries or stress was hard to handle. In fact I was stressing over the lack of stress.

But I got over it. Boy did I get over it. The sound of the alarm clock is but a distant memory and I'm just taking every single day as it comes - why plan anything at all?

Oh god how am I going to handle Monday?!