working on it

We have snow, but not as much as they keep telling us we're going to have. Which, I don't even like snow, but I can't help but feel cheated.

Work has been weird - Monday started by going in and finding out that one of the receptionists had been sacked abruptly late Friday, which was unsettling. It's sad that all the expressions of sympathy were empathic in nature, frather than genuinely upset that the particular person had gone. Sad too that the reactions went from "Gosh, really why?" to "who's covering her work?" very quickly. She was an odd and not overly pleasant person though, so I guess that's been reflected.

Anyway, after that, Tuesday there were men on the roof making ridiculous amounts of noise. Removing some form of structure, which resulted in Wednesday, walking into an office with caved in ceilings, debris and muck and much water everywhere. (Thankfully not my office space). Much dispute has arisen between contractors and management as to the extent and cause of damage. (contractors are positing the theory that it was a coincidental ceiling catastrophe and naught to do with their removing roof tiles and failing to secure any cover...)

Friday saw confirmation that, once again, they are moving staff around, shifting people's desks and locations and general disruption. Have yet to have any real explanation as to why. Of course, we all have so much free time that a few more days wasted packing up and relocating is not going to be a problem. \sarcasm.

Anyhoo.

On top of that it's been a crappy week, I've been speaking to Debs around the loss of her mother and it's heartbreaking just on a compassionate level, but of course, it's bringing far too much to the fore about Dad - and as a consequence I'm dreaming horribly (or about my late boss*, which is equally disturbing if not emotionally distressing) On a lighter note though, I did dream that my bathroom taps were possessed by an evil spirit so I attempted an exorcism by singing Amazing Grace at them...

I don't think Sam'n'Dean ought to try that anytime soon (although it would be amusing to watch, perhaps less so than the current eps!)

On the tv front - I'm watching; SPN, this week's episode was good, but emotionally bleak. H5O which was, well, rather ridiculous of course, but enjoyable nonetheless. Ripper Street - similarly ridiculous, but managing to seem believable while I watch and I really like it and I have Suits still to watch. Oh and Lewis! I don't like it in two halves and I don't like where it's going but I'm enjoying the journey, and there was a dramatic moment when Hathaway looked sooo young and vulnerable and oh.

And my tummy hurts still and I've been feeling bleak all week, but I bought myself a new duvet cover and I won £5 on a scratchcard and I'm trying t hold on to the bright side.

*did I mention that walking into work a couple of weeks back I clearly and distinctly heard his voice? There was just me in the corridor and two women in the staff room. Strange. He would have found the concept of haunting the place amusing though, so I'm not perturbed.

The sky keeps rumbling like it has indigestion.

There are neighbours on the corner of the street involved in an altercation. When I arrived home they were standing there in some kind of four way stand off. Then they made peace, then they started shouting, then they threatened to call the police, now they're yelling, then they stop. Someone is now alternating between yelling "F*ck you" and "I love you" and it's horribly unsettling. This is also the house with the person that I had to do an induction for at work, so I'm doubly disconcerted.

I've been feeling rubbish all week, very low - that kind of oppressive mist of melancholy and apathy.

So I've spent all week putting off booking a hair cut - which means when I did book, the only free slot was at 8.45 tomorrow. I hate mornings!

I had other plans for the week, diy plans, or cupboard sorting or... and all I've done is sit under my duvet reading, or sorting things at mother's. We got rid of a spare wardrobe yesterday, and two record players of Dad's - which makes me feel pointlessly guilty.

I watched tv too. H50 was ridiculous, having abandoned any degree of plausibility, but most of it enjoyably so. ( SPN )
Oh and that sitcom,is it Partners? I've deleted the episodes so I can't remember, but the pilot was awful (in a sweet and desperately sad way) and yet I've watched the subsequent two episodes and they've gotten better and it's working and yes. Oh and TBBT, I watched that too, but that's been a bit meh. It sounds as if I've watched loads of telly, but apart from GBBO, that's all I've watched.

I love GBBO, Everything about it (except Brendan), even the close ups of snails. Sainsbury's sell merchandise for the show, and GBBO looks rather uncouth, especially lain against bucolic countryside backgrounds as it is.

We went to Sainsbury's and bought cakes. They were on an offer and so we had three each (for the week not just one day.) Mum bought 3 of the same cake, I went for variety. Consequently Mum had three eclairs to eat, reliable and consistent. I had three different cakes, none of which were in the slightest bit nice.

The neighbours are still shouting.

First things first: kassidy62 thank you for my panda! So cute.

The window man arrived 90 minutes late and was here less than 5 minutes. I'm so glad I took the day off for that.

Trailers - trailers have been the theme of the day.

I saw ( The Hobbit trailer ) I know I'm in the minority in not really caring about LOTR and Hobbit. I know that's internet sacrilege but there it is. (it's not that I didn't like them. On the contrary I remember finally watching the dvds and being deeply impressed and I watched all three movies in quick succession - it's just that, well I don't remember it. Seriously, of the three movies I can recall the ending of the first, a visual image of elves talking near some water and the "I will carry you" thing. Yes I know it's a misquote, I'm paraphrasing and I probably only remember that because it was said in Dangerous Lady. I know it's shameful perhaps but, um, yes. So the trailer? Intrigued me in that Guy of Gisbourne is in it. Martin Freeman seemed very cute and appealing and I was filled with the feeling of recognition and homecoming when I saw old familiar faces. But that was it. Sack me from the interwebs now.

I also saw the ( H50 trailer ) and just. Ugh. I stick by 'my' shows. I remain hopeful, ever hopeful, so I will watch and I will hold out for the good bits, but watching that. Just made me lose any of the optimism I was clinging on to.

Surprisingly though the ( SPN trailer ) made me more intrigued and hopeful than I have been since midway through season 6. Pessimistically hopeful, if one can be that, but flashes of hope nonetheless.

And then I watched Lewis; Generation of Vipers and ( got to see )

From that you may conclude that I have had a lazy and you'd be right - although sandwiched between frenzied house cleaning (and litter changing!) this morning and the horrors of grocery shopping this evening.

And now work looms loomingly.

but just now, the thing I like best is that it makes me shout at the telly, or close my eyes, or pause the file to breath or gasp. I talk to the characters (usually something like "Nooooo?!!?")

I watched SPN today - Devil's Trap - and there was one bit in it (amongst all the other glorious bits - in particular so many gorgeous Daddy bits, featuring the Gorgeous Daddy... )

Anyway! At one point the brothers were in a car and:

Dean: I'd feel happier if we were there to back Dad up.
Sam: I'd feel happier if HE were here to back US up.

And that little bit just seemed to sum up their dynamic. Dean is 100% in his role of protector. That's what he does, that's who he is. He has taken on the job of looking after his family and that's what he does. It's perhaps the only way in which he would disobey his father.

Sam, on the other hand, has grown up expecting to be protected, it's understandable and I'm not a Sam hater by any means, but from birth (well 6 months!) he has been looked after - Sam is the one to protect. So when he's sitting in the car, he wants his dad's protection, knowing he already has Dean's. I'm not saying he's not brave, or is in anyway cowardly, but I think he has a certain expectation.

I thunk that thought, then I went on to watch the rest of the episode and melted.