Say What?
The Bank Holiday weekend has come and gone and I am shattered. This is partly down to going out every night from Wednesday to Sunday and also going to the gym on Sunday and Monday. I didn't realise how much pain I was in until I attempted to walk to work from the bus stop and looked like Whoopi Goldberg/Tina Turner. Oh the pain! I smiled at a guy as I was crossing the road and then promptly slipped on a mystery puddle. Mor-ti-fied! Naturally I pretended it hadn't happened and walked into the office with my head held high, inwardly grimacing!
I went to a charity do at a tennis club on Sunday and it was then that I was reminded that when two single women turn up at a do full of couples and defensive wives, we are the predatory singles. The women were unbelievably rude which only encouraged me to give beaming smiles to their boyfriends and husbands and pull out the moves on the dancefloor. Fortunately it had been really sunny that day so I was in a short summery skirt that swayed nicely when I shook my bum on the dancefloor. What cows!
They started playing disco tunes and about ten people started doing a routine which was reminiscent of being at an exercise class. I tried to continue dancing but the aerobic/jazzercise carry on made me feel as if I was losing my rhythm, so being a pisstaker, I broke into scissor snaps and started bending over and touching my toes, and strangely enough, the dance routine came to an end....... My friend had tears of laughter rolling down her face and all you could hear was me saying 'This dancefloor is like being in a bad 80s music video. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!' And a 1,2,3,4....step 2,3,4......
I went to the gym again yesterday and spent just over half an hour on the treadmill and did some stomach crunches. Today my arse feels like someone gave me a good hiding and my legs are stiff. I will not cave though and will force myself into the gym this evening.
B called over to me yesterday and we had a good catch up. John has gone away and I whilst I will take the piss out of her a bit for having loads of time to see me now that he's gone, I will also enjoy getting some quality time in. Maybe the day will come when I won't have as much time for the girls because of a man in my life so I am enjoying her company when I can.
The Contender should be back from his weekend away so I should be hearing from him at some point today. And if I don't I won't call him a bastard.......or sulk.
Wonders will never cease. I had a man apologise to me a few moments ago without any prompting from me. He is a reader of one of our magazines and he was so unbelievably rude to me about something that had nothing to do with us. As he mouthed off at me, I told him not be so rude to me, which inflamed him even more.
Reader: Go on. Say it. Say it. I just want to hear you say it
NML: Say what? (Wasn't trying to be ghetofied here, it was a genuine question)
Reader: Say thank you for calling you up and letting you know this. Just say it! (Now shouting)
NML: Yeah...... thanks.
Reader: See. All you had to do was say it.
NML: Bye! (I hung up at this point as it was very tempting to be a horrible cow)
When I got off the phone I was raging and used a volley of expletives which caused my colleagues to crack up laughing. Then he only goes and calls me back to say that he'd made a mistake and that he wanted to apologise. I accepted it graciously, but I must say, I was surprised. It's not even my job to take calls from readers and it is very difficult for me to take stick from people that will not listen to reason. Still, he did apologise.........
Right I must go. Duty calls and I really should do some work. I'd have posted last night if Blogger would let me.......
I went to a charity do at a tennis club on Sunday and it was then that I was reminded that when two single women turn up at a do full of couples and defensive wives, we are the predatory singles. The women were unbelievably rude which only encouraged me to give beaming smiles to their boyfriends and husbands and pull out the moves on the dancefloor. Fortunately it had been really sunny that day so I was in a short summery skirt that swayed nicely when I shook my bum on the dancefloor. What cows!
They started playing disco tunes and about ten people started doing a routine which was reminiscent of being at an exercise class. I tried to continue dancing but the aerobic/jazzercise carry on made me feel as if I was losing my rhythm, so being a pisstaker, I broke into scissor snaps and started bending over and touching my toes, and strangely enough, the dance routine came to an end....... My friend had tears of laughter rolling down her face and all you could hear was me saying 'This dancefloor is like being in a bad 80s music video. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!' And a 1,2,3,4....step 2,3,4......
I went to the gym again yesterday and spent just over half an hour on the treadmill and did some stomach crunches. Today my arse feels like someone gave me a good hiding and my legs are stiff. I will not cave though and will force myself into the gym this evening.
B called over to me yesterday and we had a good catch up. John has gone away and I whilst I will take the piss out of her a bit for having loads of time to see me now that he's gone, I will also enjoy getting some quality time in. Maybe the day will come when I won't have as much time for the girls because of a man in my life so I am enjoying her company when I can.
The Contender should be back from his weekend away so I should be hearing from him at some point today. And if I don't I won't call him a bastard.......or sulk.
Wonders will never cease. I had a man apologise to me a few moments ago without any prompting from me. He is a reader of one of our magazines and he was so unbelievably rude to me about something that had nothing to do with us. As he mouthed off at me, I told him not be so rude to me, which inflamed him even more.
Reader: Go on. Say it. Say it. I just want to hear you say it
NML: Say what? (Wasn't trying to be ghetofied here, it was a genuine question)
Reader: Say thank you for calling you up and letting you know this. Just say it! (Now shouting)
NML: Yeah...... thanks.
Reader: See. All you had to do was say it.
NML: Bye! (I hung up at this point as it was very tempting to be a horrible cow)
When I got off the phone I was raging and used a volley of expletives which caused my colleagues to crack up laughing. Then he only goes and calls me back to say that he'd made a mistake and that he wanted to apologise. I accepted it graciously, but I must say, I was surprised. It's not even my job to take calls from readers and it is very difficult for me to take stick from people that will not listen to reason. Still, he did apologise.........
Right I must go. Duty calls and I really should do some work. I'd have posted last night if Blogger would let me.......
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