the worst film ever made

Now that I am 'between jobs' I have decided that to kill time by de-cluttering the Sky+ box and watching the hundreds of hours (well, 20 or 30 hours) of films and TV shows I have recorded over the past few months.

Yesterday morning I watched the 1984 debacle Cat People. What a pile of shit. People that turn into leopards and shag their siblings because if they shag normal people they turn into black leopards and can't turn back into humans until they kill someone. Who comes up with this shit ?

In typical 80s adult movie style there were plenty of gratuitous and unnecessary bare breasts and a theme song by David Bowie - who must have been suffering a temporary song writing skills brain drain on the day he wrote it.

The films only saving grace was some bare chest action courtesy of a young, buff John Heard - Mmmmm ...

My last day at the pink chairty

I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. I was just a tiny bit sad about leaving, but generaly Ok. Then I got this email from Swimfan my line manager and I want to cry - with fury.

I meant to write to explain this yesterday.
We aren't recruiting anyone for your role at the minute. After the interviews I realised that I really need a Marketing Executive instead of a Marketing Assistant. I am so busy and need so much help with my stuff and haven't really got the time to train anyone.
Earth Girl - I think you have done a great job. Thanks for all your hard work. I really hope you get a job that you love, if you need a reference or anything - let me know.

Swimfan
x

I don't know why I am angry. Its a nice email and perfectly logical. I supose I'm angry at myself for not being good enough. Once again history repeats its self.

Wembley stadium

We went to the community open day at Wembley Stadium today.

I wasn't impressed. First they opened the gates 15 minutes late and confiscated my bottle of water at the turnstile. The the idiot usher spent half an hour directing people to the wrong seats - plenty of arguments ensued and I finished reading the last 3 chapters of my book - queing for coffee.

We got to see 2 short football matches. One match was a line up of celebrities v pro footballers. But don't ask me who was playing because the sound from the PA system was so awful no one could make out a bloody word.

To sum it up in one word - disappointing.

OHT and the RTA

Yesterday Work Boy ran someone over.

He was peddling his bike home when a dozy cow stepped out form behind a bus with out looking. She went flying but some how managed to continue having a conversation on her mobile. "Yeah, I've just been knocked over by a bike!"

OHT scrambled around collecting her belongings from the middle of the road apologising for knocking her over. She picked her self up, grabbed her bag off him and continued across the road without so much as an apology for not looking where she was going.

more tea vicar?

I received and email in my inbox Yesterday. The pink charity has a tradition of afternoon teas to celebrate special occasions, this usually takes the form of a box of Krispy kremes in the kitchen and some present opening. So when I received an email informing me that a teas was to be shortly held as a to celebrate a combination leaving/birthday/leaving I was quite pleased at the thought of 20 mins away from my desk and a doughnut. Until I read further…

The girl organising the teas has decided it will be a proper High Tea and has ordered everyone invited to bake or buy a cake for the occasion. Now, I'm not adverse to baking in fact I quite enjoy it and my fruit cake went down a storm at Christmas, but I do object to being ordered into the kitchen by a bossy little madam who I am beginning to hate.

I'm thinking a chocolate sponge with Ex-lax frosting might be in order.

the wait is over

I was informed by Jay Jay that I don't have the job - because I was so awful in the interview.

I wasn't surprised.

flash mob

I know the whole flash mob concept is hardly new and is cosiderd by some as just a tad passe.

But, I couldn't help but be extreemly excited to find out about one before it had actualy happend and whats more, be able to get down there in time to participate.

After a few fortifying drinks in the pub after work I draged one of the girls from my office down to Trafalgar Square for a glo-stick ipod rave.

It was brilliant. The street wardens didn't know what to make of it and hovered round the outside of the crowd looking very bemused. I twirles mu glowin the dark poi with glee, while my drunk friend tried to take pictures before my batteries ran out and all around us people apperd to be dancing to the noise of the traffic.

cosmic baby

Finaly got to see Cosmic Girl's little 'un. In't she a sweetie ! As you can see she loves auntie Earth Girls hand-knitted cardi !

the end is nigh

My 6 month contract is up and I've just had to interview with Jay Jay and Head of Team.

My brain atrophied as soon as I stepped into the room. I doubt I've got it.

They are interviewing shit loads of people all of today and Monday.

I've contacted my old agency to line me up some interviews elsewhere. . .

Team Earth Girl

I have just realised how long it's been since my last post. So here a quick catch up of the life of a girl from Earth.

Friday night - went to a Spanish dancing lesson with Banana girl, and really enjoyed it.
Saturday - was bored so headed to Canary wharf shopping centre... it makes a change from Brent Cross
Monday - Went to a work organised pub quiz. There were four Earth Girls* so we formed our own team and won. In the process revealing myself to be a closet Trekker** due to the fact that I know the the registration ID of the USS Enterprise.
Tuesday- Both bosses where out of office and I couldn't be arsed with work in the afternoon so spent an hour gossiping and bitching with the girls from finance.
Today - got told I have been short listed for my own fecking job and have an interview on Friday at 10am. What a fucking farce. I booked my self a trip to Paris as consolation/celebration.


*Obviously our first names are not actually Earth Girl - but you get the gist
** Note, I am a Trekker and not a Trekkie - yes there is a BIG difference

I love free stuff

Big things are afoot at the pink charity and due to department a reshuffle teams are moving to different locations around the office. Cupboards and desks are being cleaned out and the accumulated detritus is being heaped on the kitchen table like a jumble sale.

Out of date T-shirts, a box of face packs, perfume sunglasses and assorted odds and ends are up for grabs and the staff have been determinedly rifling through determined to bag the best goodies.

I have managed to snag quite a hoard including a superman T-shirt, a brand new bottle of perfume, a ramblers guide to Cumbria, designer sunglasses, a cute and cuddly teddy and a Betty Boop ceramic figure.

Now, I just have to sign up for eBay.