Friday, 31 December 2010

But it means nothing..

The other day, I was on a train home. Opposite sat a woman who seemed to be simlutaneously trying to break every rule of sitting on a train. She was eating smelly food, listening to loud music and had her feet on the seats. If only she'd had an open container of alcohol, she'd have had a full house.

Something about her annoyed me - it wasn't the smell of the food, nor the music - it was the container in which she had her pile of fried chicken. Written on the edge of the lid along one of the flaps were the words "Thank you - please call again".

Such ridiculous phrases do annoy me.

Let's presume for a minute that I had bought a huge box of greasy fried chicken and was shovelling it into my mouth. I look down at the box and see the words "Thank you - please call again". Maybe I wasn't planning on going back to that particular chicken vendor, but seeing those words may just make me think "actually, that's very kind of them to say thank you. I think I shall go back there".

You see the same rubbish sometimes as you're leaving a shop. Above the door you'll see "Please call again" as if it's going to tempt you back when just having a plain space above the door would somehow dissuade me from ever visiting that shop again.

Mind you, it's not half as annoying when someone you leans in, smiles and says "cheer up!"


Saturday, 18 December 2010

What I did this week...

You know how office Christmas parties are usually dull affairs. Everyone makes polite conversation over a glass of wine and then heads off home early.

The only thing which can liven up a Christmas party is if someone - maybe someone who's had a bit more to drink than they are use to, perhaps - says or does something memorable. Welcome to my Christmas party 2010...

I've been in my "new" job since July. I haven't really discussed my private life with many of my colleagues. It's not that I hide anything from them - I just haven't gone out of my way to make them aware of my domestic arrangements. There's been a lot of use of phrases such as "my other half" and "my partner" bandied around when it comes to discussing weekend plans and holidays...

Anyway, I wasn't going to drink at yesterday's Christmas party. I was due to head out to my partner's parents place in the evening (I'm doing it again...) and so the plan was to head off at a sensible time. Then the snow came down and I became worried about the prospects of getting home again late in the evening, so decided to just stay in London last night. Of course, that meant I was free to consume beer.

Our Christmas party had comedians entertaining after lunch. They weren't great, but weren't dire either. The MC was engaging in the usual banter with the crowd, and doing the usual thing of jokingly trying to set people up. So, he was joking with a woman the other side of the room who said she wanted a man, and he came over to me and said "you're a young guy, do you have a girlfriend?"

Maybe flattered by being called young. Maybe just a bit pissed. Whichever it was, I had to make a snap decision. Do I go with this. Or do I out myself in front of all my colleagues and in the process derail the comedian from his routine. You can guess which option I went for...

I don't recall the exact phrasing, but I remember answering with "you're barking up the wrong tree there..." and then going on to explain that I do have a boyfriend, except my colleagues didn't actually know that until now...

Initially, I thought "this is cool". Then I spent several hours thinking "OMG what have I done..?"

Just wonder how I'll feel when it comes to going back into the office on Monday ;-)