Worst. Night. Ever. Well maybe not ever, and I suppose that saying something like that given that there was a massive earthquake and tsunami in Japan last night, it seems a little trite to refer to MY night as the worst night ever. Oh damn, now I've given myself some perspective, and I'm not sure I can continue complaining about my night, given that I am alive, my family is safe and my life has not been shattered.
Well, last night I was at work, and I was supposed to be finishing at 10, when my arch nemesis came up to me and asked me to close for him, and he had things to do and lives far away etc etc. My instinct was to tell him to SHOVE IT, but I needed hours so I agreed. I would not have agreed if I knew he was going to sit around the bar for two hours after his shift finished having a laugh with his mate. Plans? Really? Bastard. Then it was just so busy, and drinks were taking so long so everyone was annoyed and no one would tip me and then some JACKASS who clearly doesn't understand the phrase "excuse me" stepped into me while I was carrying a tray of drinks, spilling them all over me, meaning I had to clean it up, make new drinks and take them over to my table who had been waiting about 20 minutes, who then complained to my manager, while I'm standing there covered in coke and beer because I took all my spare shirts home. Ok, that was a very long sentence, but I feel better now. Then I missed my last bus by ten minutes, and had to walk 30 minutes home. BAAAAAH!.
In other news, mooting is recommencing on Monday, and I have done ZERO work, so I need to have a serious cram session tomorrow night (working today and having lunch with some of the church girls). So it will be a quiet and boring weekend for me. Bliss.
Here are some funny things I have heard tube drivers saying over the last few weeks which will make you smile I think:
1) We had been waiting at the station for about 5 minutes, and were finally ready to go. "Ok, here we go, doors are closing. No, it's ok, you jump on there fella, there's space. Now we're going!"
2) "Ok, this train is now ready to depart. Mind the closing doors. Have a nice day everyone. Byyyyyyyeeeeee!!!"
3) "Ok everyone, if you jump into a closing door, it will close on you, then reopen, meaning you are in pain and we all have to wait for a bit longer. There's another train in 3 minutes. You can wait. Stop damaging the train."
:)
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Fabulous, fabulous ME
Sorry it has been a rather delayed blog this time friends and loved ones.... Unfortunately I have spent the last few days applying non-stop for graduate programs, and have gotten rather sick of writing about myself. How have I shown team work skills lately? How have i displayed analytical skills lately? How do I fit with the ethos of the company? And something tells me that referring to myself as "the epitome of awesomeness" is not quite going to cut it.
Anyway, here is a story to make you smile:
On Saturday night, an extremely exhausted me finished work and was about to head home, when my friend Slawa said "Kathryn, come to a party with me". I said, "hell to the no Slawa." And she said "my friend is meeting me there, but she's not there yet, and I don't want to be alone. So you and Judith come and hang out for an hour or so and keep me company". I acquiesced. So we get to this party which turns out to be a rave in a disused apartment building, with some very dodgy characters standing out the front. I wanted to flee, but hey, it was in Time OUt London. If you can't trust Time Out London, who can you trust? Went in, and it was pretty dodgy, graffiti everywhere, trance music, typical really. So we go upstairs, dance for awhile, before I decide I need to go for to the toilet. So I tell my friends I will be back, and off I go. On the way though, I cleverly decide to go and put my coat in the cloakroom down stairs. So I trot off downstairs, put my coat in (my bag is already there) then go back to the stairs, where I find a police officer blocking the door, who tells me that the party is being SHUT DOWN and I have to get out. But my friends are upstairs! I protest. She shrugs. At this point, I am pretty sure that Judith put her phone into coat check as well, and I don't have Slawa's number. So I spend the next half hour hanging about outside the coat room, waiting for them to appear, which they don't. Then I remember that Judith only put her jumper in, and it was in my bag, so she should have her phone. Hurrah! It turns out to be true, and we were reunited. Turns out they were waiting on the road outside, very upset, thinking I had been kidnapped/arrested/met a guy and was keeping them waiting on the street in the cold for no reason. Happy. Ending.
So my weekend was weird, and I have decided to give up going to parties for lent. But I need to take up something else to fill my time, so any suggestions? I'm thinking knitting. Or a boyfriend? No, knitting. At least it will be productive :)
Anyway, here is a story to make you smile:
On Saturday night, an extremely exhausted me finished work and was about to head home, when my friend Slawa said "Kathryn, come to a party with me". I said, "hell to the no Slawa." And she said "my friend is meeting me there, but she's not there yet, and I don't want to be alone. So you and Judith come and hang out for an hour or so and keep me company". I acquiesced. So we get to this party which turns out to be a rave in a disused apartment building, with some very dodgy characters standing out the front. I wanted to flee, but hey, it was in Time OUt London. If you can't trust Time Out London, who can you trust? Went in, and it was pretty dodgy, graffiti everywhere, trance music, typical really. So we go upstairs, dance for awhile, before I decide I need to go for to the toilet. So I tell my friends I will be back, and off I go. On the way though, I cleverly decide to go and put my coat in the cloakroom down stairs. So I trot off downstairs, put my coat in (my bag is already there) then go back to the stairs, where I find a police officer blocking the door, who tells me that the party is being SHUT DOWN and I have to get out. But my friends are upstairs! I protest. She shrugs. At this point, I am pretty sure that Judith put her phone into coat check as well, and I don't have Slawa's number. So I spend the next half hour hanging about outside the coat room, waiting for them to appear, which they don't. Then I remember that Judith only put her jumper in, and it was in my bag, so she should have her phone. Hurrah! It turns out to be true, and we were reunited. Turns out they were waiting on the road outside, very upset, thinking I had been kidnapped/arrested/met a guy and was keeping them waiting on the street in the cold for no reason. Happy. Ending.
So my weekend was weird, and I have decided to give up going to parties for lent. But I need to take up something else to fill my time, so any suggestions? I'm thinking knitting. Or a boyfriend? No, knitting. At least it will be productive :)
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Fame changes things doesn't it
Ladies and gentlemen, I proffer no apologies for the extended absence from the web. I know you all missed me. But I have been extremely busy, getting ready for the moot, practising stressing, and then WINNING, KICKING ASS, DESTROYING the competition, separating the MEN from the BOYS.
For those of you who missed the subtle sub text there, we won the moot on Saturday. Yes, I am a National Mooting Champion. The is both good and bad, because it means now I get to spend the next two months preparing for the international rounds in the Hague, where we need to win to uphold the universities honour, and bring back the trophy.
Anyway, it was an exhausting weekend, all made better by the win. For one thing, we had to BYO a lectern, which we stole form uni (in a very subtle heist, it's not easy to get those things out) which we were then obliged to share with everyone else. Then at the end, the winner was announced, and I, very loudly, said "YESSSSS!", drawing stares from the rest of my (less enthusiastic) team, who were just clapping politely, choosing to show their excitement in more subtle ways. Either way, it was satisfying.
And now I'm back to my normal life. We have been given two weeks off form the moot, which I plan on spending studying for upcoming exams, before we have to go back to mad practice sessions. I wonder how long it will be until the joy wears off, and I am back to complaining and wishing we had never won? Hmm. We shall see...
In other news, happy first day of spring everyone, and could someone please text Mother Nature and let her know she has her wires crossed because it's still freezing here in Bermondsey?
For those of you who missed the subtle sub text there, we won the moot on Saturday. Yes, I am a National Mooting Champion. The is both good and bad, because it means now I get to spend the next two months preparing for the international rounds in the Hague, where we need to win to uphold the universities honour, and bring back the trophy.
Anyway, it was an exhausting weekend, all made better by the win. For one thing, we had to BYO a lectern, which we stole form uni (in a very subtle heist, it's not easy to get those things out) which we were then obliged to share with everyone else. Then at the end, the winner was announced, and I, very loudly, said "YESSSSS!", drawing stares from the rest of my (less enthusiastic) team, who were just clapping politely, choosing to show their excitement in more subtle ways. Either way, it was satisfying.
And now I'm back to my normal life. We have been given two weeks off form the moot, which I plan on spending studying for upcoming exams, before we have to go back to mad practice sessions. I wonder how long it will be until the joy wears off, and I am back to complaining and wishing we had never won? Hmm. We shall see...
In other news, happy first day of spring everyone, and could someone please text Mother Nature and let her know she has her wires crossed because it's still freezing here in Bermondsey?
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Lately
Funny things have happened to me that I have forgotten to write on this blog. Here are the one's I can remember right now....
1) Was out with my friend Judith, when the bouncer walked up to us, while we were enjoying a quiet gin and tonic and discussing recent events. "Ladies," he said to us, "you two are easily the youngest in here, so do you mind me asking how old you are?" Glancing around, noting that the pub was indeed peopled by the older set, we told him our ages, then waited for him to ask us for ID. "Ok," he smiled, "have a nice night." And off he walks. Apparently, there is now an honesty system running in London pubs. Or perhaps they are not telling anyone under 18 that once you turn 18 you can drink? Who knows.
2) The other day, while on my way to uni, I was running very late. Turning the corner onto the train platform, I saw my train, took a flying leap, went through the doors just as they were closing. They crashed onto my arm (the doors don't stop closing for ANYTHING here, it's a danger I tells you) causing me to go flying into the carriage. I straightened up, glanced around, looked straight at the woman sitting next to the door, who smiled and said, quite loudly "Don't worry. I'm sure nobody noticed". I strongly suspect she was lying to me.
3) The other day I was at uni, in the bathrooms. I was thinking about the differences between hydroelectric dams and pulp mills (my new favourite topic) and became distracted. I started washing my hands, turned the tap on too full, causing the water to come out with such force that it splashed onto my hands and right into my crotch, making it look like I had wet myself. There was no hand dryer in the bathroom.
It;s very cold, and I;m quite tired. So I'm going to bed now, with my humiliation eased by the act of sharing it with you all, and with my dreams sure to be full of the difference between kinetic energy being converted into electricity and the separation of lignin and cellulose fibres.
1) Was out with my friend Judith, when the bouncer walked up to us, while we were enjoying a quiet gin and tonic and discussing recent events. "Ladies," he said to us, "you two are easily the youngest in here, so do you mind me asking how old you are?" Glancing around, noting that the pub was indeed peopled by the older set, we told him our ages, then waited for him to ask us for ID. "Ok," he smiled, "have a nice night." And off he walks. Apparently, there is now an honesty system running in London pubs. Or perhaps they are not telling anyone under 18 that once you turn 18 you can drink? Who knows.
2) The other day, while on my way to uni, I was running very late. Turning the corner onto the train platform, I saw my train, took a flying leap, went through the doors just as they were closing. They crashed onto my arm (the doors don't stop closing for ANYTHING here, it's a danger I tells you) causing me to go flying into the carriage. I straightened up, glanced around, looked straight at the woman sitting next to the door, who smiled and said, quite loudly "Don't worry. I'm sure nobody noticed". I strongly suspect she was lying to me.
3) The other day I was at uni, in the bathrooms. I was thinking about the differences between hydroelectric dams and pulp mills (my new favourite topic) and became distracted. I started washing my hands, turned the tap on too full, causing the water to come out with such force that it splashed onto my hands and right into my crotch, making it look like I had wet myself. There was no hand dryer in the bathroom.
It;s very cold, and I;m quite tired. So I'm going to bed now, with my humiliation eased by the act of sharing it with you all, and with my dreams sure to be full of the difference between kinetic energy being converted into electricity and the separation of lignin and cellulose fibres.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Definitely, actually, specifically
Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's a new week, so a new blog entry. I am sitting here eating a very unsatisfying breakfast of tea and bad tasting fruit (pre-chopped, must be eaten in a day or the juices mix together and it all tastes gross).
Had a very exciting weekend (some will disagree that this was the case) going to watch the Jessup mooting competition at Grey's Inn. For those of you not in the law-school-knowm this is a big international competition, pitting sleep deprived, competitive law students against one another, with a free trip to Washington and glory on the line. My uni had a team in, and as a mooter myself, I went along to get some tips. It was all highly political, with coaches cheating, trash talking, rivalry etc. There was one team I watched who were appalingly bad, but generally the standard was pretty high. Then the team from my uni didn't get through (despite winning best speaker and best respondent memorial), and one average team got through. Apparently this was all due to a political decision, as none of the big universities, or winners of individual prizes, got through. Drama! It was all very exciting, though maybe this is because I'm a law geek.
After this, I went and had Vietnamese with a friend in little Vietnam (aka, Shoreditch. You can't walk five minutes up that street without hitting a Vietnamese restaurant or cafe, and we are challenging ourselves to eat at all of them). The following day, headed out for MY FIRST PANCAKES IN LONDON at My Old Dutch. Delicious.... But packed with families. So maybe don't head there on a Sunday lunch time if you want to have peaceful pancake time.
Other than that, looking ahead to a crazy week preparing for my own moot (on this Saturday). The pressures on now, and we must win. Or die trying. Congrats to Katie who got engaged by the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Had a very exciting weekend (some will disagree that this was the case) going to watch the Jessup mooting competition at Grey's Inn. For those of you not in the law-school-knowm this is a big international competition, pitting sleep deprived, competitive law students against one another, with a free trip to Washington and glory on the line. My uni had a team in, and as a mooter myself, I went along to get some tips. It was all highly political, with coaches cheating, trash talking, rivalry etc. There was one team I watched who were appalingly bad, but generally the standard was pretty high. Then the team from my uni didn't get through (despite winning best speaker and best respondent memorial), and one average team got through. Apparently this was all due to a political decision, as none of the big universities, or winners of individual prizes, got through. Drama! It was all very exciting, though maybe this is because I'm a law geek.
After this, I went and had Vietnamese with a friend in little Vietnam (aka, Shoreditch. You can't walk five minutes up that street without hitting a Vietnamese restaurant or cafe, and we are challenging ourselves to eat at all of them). The following day, headed out for MY FIRST PANCAKES IN LONDON at My Old Dutch. Delicious.... But packed with families. So maybe don't head there on a Sunday lunch time if you want to have peaceful pancake time.
Other than that, looking ahead to a crazy week preparing for my own moot (on this Saturday). The pressures on now, and we must win. Or die trying. Congrats to Katie who got engaged by the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Saturday morning
Well, it has been ages since I blogged. Sorry to the fans. I know your out there! Well, I wish I had more exciting things to impart. But here is a quick run down of the last week and a half....
On Sunday night, I went off to the ballet with Judith. Despite the fact that the ballet is oh so pretentious, it turned out to be ab fab darling, and quite enjoyable. Plus the tickets were cheap. It was an American company, and they did parts in traditional ballet chereography and then parts in a contemporary way, so it was very cool. The ballet always makes me feel inadequate though. I'm just not skinny and bendy enough.
This week has been all about mooting. We have been having practices EVERY DAY because we thought the moot was going to be next week. We subsequently discover that it might not be until the end of March, which was like a kick in the guts, with all the extremely early mornings we've been putting in. So one week of frenzied preparation... wasted. Oh well.
Other than that, work is fine, I spilled and entire pint of Guiness on someone who looked not very pleased, but really, why did he leave the pint right in my way? That's your own fault darling.
In other news, I am the only person not thrilled about this Egyptian guy resigning, I mean, maybe I should be. But I'm not very current affairs aware. Sorry all.
On Sunday night, I went off to the ballet with Judith. Despite the fact that the ballet is oh so pretentious, it turned out to be ab fab darling, and quite enjoyable. Plus the tickets were cheap. It was an American company, and they did parts in traditional ballet chereography and then parts in a contemporary way, so it was very cool. The ballet always makes me feel inadequate though. I'm just not skinny and bendy enough.
This week has been all about mooting. We have been having practices EVERY DAY because we thought the moot was going to be next week. We subsequently discover that it might not be until the end of March, which was like a kick in the guts, with all the extremely early mornings we've been putting in. So one week of frenzied preparation... wasted. Oh well.
Other than that, work is fine, I spilled and entire pint of Guiness on someone who looked not very pleased, but really, why did he leave the pint right in my way? That's your own fault darling.
In other news, I am the only person not thrilled about this Egyptian guy resigning, I mean, maybe I should be. But I'm not very current affairs aware. Sorry all.
Friday, February 4, 2011
People say the darndest things
This will have to be a very quick blog friends, as I need to run out the door, screaming all the way to the bus stop, to go to uni for a meeting with my supervisor and then a moot meeting.
I have to say, now that it's February, I am starting to freak just a tad about exams etc. I mean, the moot could be happening THIS MONTH. At the end of next month, classes finish. For good. Then we have a break for a month, then we have exams, then it's just dissertation work time. Don't feel prepared for any of these thing! Although I expect in June, when my exams are over, the moot is over, and I am working on my dissertation (which is actually something i think I will enjoy doing) I will be very happy. And it shall be sunny.
Anyway, to make you smile, I was reading the evening Standard the other day, and found an article about strange requests flight attendants had had. My favourites were: "Excuse me ma'am, can you help me find my glass eye?" (it was never discovered), "Can I open a window please?", "Could you show me to the showers please?" and of course, "Can you please take my children to the play area?" Reasons some people should stay in one spot....
I have to say, now that it's February, I am starting to freak just a tad about exams etc. I mean, the moot could be happening THIS MONTH. At the end of next month, classes finish. For good. Then we have a break for a month, then we have exams, then it's just dissertation work time. Don't feel prepared for any of these thing! Although I expect in June, when my exams are over, the moot is over, and I am working on my dissertation (which is actually something i think I will enjoy doing) I will be very happy. And it shall be sunny.
Anyway, to make you smile, I was reading the evening Standard the other day, and found an article about strange requests flight attendants had had. My favourites were: "Excuse me ma'am, can you help me find my glass eye?" (it was never discovered), "Can I open a window please?", "Could you show me to the showers please?" and of course, "Can you please take my children to the play area?" Reasons some people should stay in one spot....
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