I Blogged Myself

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Wednesday, January 11, 2006

I'm Not Ready Yet

Tomorrow is my first day back at work since the twenty-second of December. I know, that's a lot longer than most people get off over Christmas ... but I don't think I'm ready to go back yet.

My supervisor handed in her resignation a week before Christmas, and - coincidentally - tomorrow is her last day. So we're like ships passing in the night, only without any pseudo-romantic notions that that analogy might conjure up. What I mean is: Any 'handover' information that has to be done (in case I'm asked to deal with anything she would previously have dealt with until they find a replacement for her) will have to be shown to me tomorrow only. You see, she and I constitute our entire department. We're a two-person webteam, and she's the one in charge. I'm just the pleb. I don't want all the hassles that come with solving emergencies and the like that seem to crop up on a daily basis. I'm certainly not being paid to do it!

But tomorrow is also a full day of training for me. And did I mention it was my first day back? I don't want to have such a busy, hectic, full-on and stressful first day back. I want one of those first days back where you come in, talk about what you did on your Christmas break for two hours with everyone else in the office, go to lunch, come back, post something on your blog, make some calls, read some emails, collect your pay and go home.

I have a feeling it's going to be a very awful day.

I want another holiday.


At Wednesday, January 11, 2006 4:21:00 pm, Blogger Clokeeeey! said...

Bevis, I sympathize with you. I had about the same length of time off and now that I've been back at work for a week, I think I am ready to get back into the swing of things.
Thanks for the inspirations, I'm gonna do the new house thing with some pics, so look out for that.

At Wednesday, January 11, 2006 4:42:00 pm, Blogger littlefaeriegirl said...

ive been back and forth from work since new years

i cant do it anymore

im pretty close to getting a job laying in bed staring at the wall

on another note, i found a couple of things you could sell. they're both sports cars so you should get a bit of money for them. just make sure you cut me in on the deal


At Wednesday, January 11, 2006 7:50:00 pm, Blogger Ang said...

Good luck my little green friend!

At Wednesday, January 11, 2006 8:41:00 pm, Blogger MelbourneGirl said...

i posted here.

where'd it go?


At Wednesday, January 11, 2006 11:16:00 pm, Blogger scarlett said...

Ok so maybe my Harold amnesia comment was a little dated, but at 6.30pm i'm usually cooking, or eating, or doing something other than watching neighbours.

I'm so behind. If you asked me anything about Grey's Anatomy I'd know and I'd give you my opinion on the characters and everything! ( all said in one breath)

At Wednesday, January 11, 2006 11:20:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

Don't do that to me, MG! What did you say?

I'm sorry Blogger was giving you trouble ... I had different issues with your blog just a minute ago.

I got a notice, when I tried going in to three different posts, that an error had occurred and a technician had been notified so they could look into it.

"I don't care, fella - just gimme MG's blog!" is what I screamed at my computer.

At Wednesday, January 11, 2006 11:32:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

Don't sweat it, Scarlett - it's certainly not a blight on your character that you don't watch Neighbours!!


At Thursday, January 12, 2006 1:33:00 am, Blogger meghansdiscontent said...

Work bites.
Why do we have to work?
Can't we go back to some form of society which does not require work.
Save for the things we must have to survive.
So like, instead of working, I could stay at home and grow things and shoot things to eat??

Why does electricity cost money?

Rambling. uh huh.

At Thursday, January 12, 2006 9:12:00 am, Blogger MelbourneGirl said...

this is what i said:

"don't worry about it bevis, it will be ok. you'll be fine.

and this said from a smug full-time student type who doesn't have to be office-bound and be anywhere necessarily by a certain time unless she makes the appointment herself."

and then at the end i said something like "sorry about that" like max talking to chief.

or something like that.

but NOW i want to say technology everywhere went awry last night. as i said before, i am taping neighbours for princess to watch when she comes back. seems we taped the visual fine, but NO SOUND. repeat. NO SOUND. so the ep two days ago i saw "live" so that's ok for me, saw that one. princess won't. then last night we sat down to watch tape, and NO SOUND.

sound cable is attached now, ready for tonight.

but notice, i'm not asking anything.

i'm not. i don't want to impose.



At Thursday, January 12, 2006 10:25:00 am, Blogger BEVIS said...

Hehe ... well, Wifey and I were out seeing King Kong last night (my thoughts on that to come in a post soon), so we taped it and plan to watch it before tonight's episode ... assuming technology was being our friend and the taping worked!

I won't be able to update you until later tonight at the earliest, sorry. I realise that may be too late. You could tape tonight's and watch it after I filled you in on last night's, if you like? ...

It's up to you.

At Thursday, January 12, 2006 10:52:00 am, Blogger Adam said...

Dude, dude, so what happened? Did you pull a sickie?

I'm not going to mention that I'm still on holidays because that would be mean and unfair and maybe permanently banned from this website. What I am going to say dude, is thanks for all your excellent commenting of late. You make my blog rad!

At Thursday, January 12, 2006 11:28:00 am, Blogger problematic said...

you deserve another holiday. i hate seeing you work for the man.

At Thursday, January 12, 2006 12:30:00 pm, Blogger MelbourneGirl said...

oh bevie. (bevy doesn't work) i will be taping tonight, so will wait until you post... and then catch up via you then watch tonight's after that...

looking forward to hearing about king kong. heard someone canning it big time yesterday on the radio. we're seeing the producers tomorrow night. hope it's fun. looks fun.

At Thursday, January 12, 2006 4:38:00 pm, Blogger elaine said...

*hopes day wasn't too disgusting*


At Thursday, January 12, 2006 5:58:00 pm, Anonymous wifey said...

thank you babe for going to a place you don't like so i can eat and paint the house! i hope today wasn't too bad for you and know that i'm thinking of you always. just think, you'll get to see me soon so that will make your day better!!!
love you lots!

At Thursday, January 12, 2006 9:46:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

Wifey! I love you so! :)

MeghansDiscontent, Cotton, Ang and Elaine: Thanks for all the support, you guys! It is very much appreciated.

Clokeeeey, I'm glad to hear something I said may have given you an idea on what to post. I look forward to it.

Little Faerie Girl, that sounds like the ideal job for me, too! Separate beds, though. (I hope you're not offended that I make that distinction.) And where did you get photos of Wifey's and my cars? (Now you know what I meant when I said I had big balls!)

Adam, you are too kind, but you're exaggerating. I have contributed nothing of note. You're just trying to get people to visit your blog. Well, do it, people! He's a funny lad and he promises funness!! If I don't see some people visiting his blog super-quick, there's going to be hell to pay! Don't make me come over there! ...

PS - I didn't pull a sickie, but I was tempted! I pushed my luck, however, so that's close.

Sublime-ation, I know you left a comment on my King Kong post instead, but I'm pretty sure you'll see this anyway. Thanks for asking; it went okay (all things considered). It was still tough, but not as bad as I feared it might be. And tomorrow, I get to sit there with no supervisor or manager! So it'll be "bloggy, bloggy, bloggy - all the way home!"

MelbourneGirl, The Producers will be ace. Wifey and I saw it on Broadway in 2004 - yes, Broadway! - and it rocked. Just the kind of stupid, off-beat, inappropriate humour we love. But others I know have really not enjoyed the stage show at all, so I guess it could go either way for you. I trust that you'll love it. Stay tuned for the Neighbours recap ... I will post it here on this very page ... very shortly.

At Thursday, January 12, 2006 9:56:00 pm, Blogger MelbourneGirl said...

waits. patiently.

At Thursday, January 12, 2006 10:39:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

Alright! Alright! Keep yer wig on!

The following is for that impatient MelbourneGirl (and anyone else interested in Wednesday night's edition of Neighbours) ...

Paul was a bit rattled by Harold's prank phone call from the previous episode, and happened to get spooked by two guys passing him outside Lassiter's while Harold was watching. Harold asked him if he was alright, to which Paul was overly-thankful for Harold's friendship (they're possibly laying it on a bit thick about this misplaced gratitude of Paul's towards Harold - we get it).

Paul told him he received a prank phone call (he doesn't syuspect Harold despite the voice sounding just like him!), and Harold said that it must be awful. Creepy Harold music underscored it all again.

Kim Timmins is starting his first day of labourer-work at Lassister's for Paul Robinson, even though Kim resents Paul and is jealous of Dylan's adoration of-and-for him.

Boyd is excited about his first day of work at the doctor's surgery (office?) with Karl, and Janae is happy for him. She tries to make muffins for him but stuffs it up, so Janelle tells her to buy some of Harold's and pretend she made them, which she does. While they're outside, Kim congratulates Boyd on being a doctor-in-training as Paul walks by and tells Kim off for "gass-bagging". Janae tells Boyd she's proud of Kim for not being too proud to work for the family like he is, and Boyd tells her she should tell that to her father. She does so, giving him the remaining muffins. Dylan arrives and father & son eventually get into an argument because Dylan is putting Paul on a pedastal again. He tells his dad he's not going to turn out like him if he can help it, doing manual labour and being a nobody.

Connor tells Stu he wishes he could make things up to Toadie. Stu tells him he can, but Connor says Toadie 'extended the olive branch to him so often and had it thrown back in his face every time' that it's going to be too hard to fix up now. The two avoid each other like school children for a while, as Toadie struggles to handle all his incoming calls for his lawyer business. Eventually, through much encouragement on both sides, Stu gets Connor to fill in (temporarily or no?) as Toadie's secretary. I guess this is one of the last 'holes' left in Erinsborough after David's death, as he used to be Toadie's secretary.

Steph continues to assert her choice not to undergo any cancer treatment, and Max is clearly upset. Boyd tries to encourage his father, saying it'll all work out, but that he's worried for Steph as well. When Boyd tries to talk to Steph, she tells him he's not a doctor yet and he should accept the patient's right to refuse treatment. She asks Boyd for his assistance in helping Max to see her point of view.

Dylan wants to speak to Paul about a new idea, and he goes to visit him at home. Harold is there, picking up the muffin tray from when he brought Paul muffins the other day. Dylan sees Harold and says how sorry he is for everything that happened to Harold's family. Harold says it's not his fault (emphasis Harold's), but Dylan says "if only I didn't come up with the idea for the silly joy flight in the first place ..." which is a statement that will probably turn out to be rather important later.

Dylan comes home angry with Paul because instead of encouraging him for his idea, Paul gave him $2,000 and told him to make it into more money before coming up with new business ideas. His dad tells him how bad an egg Paul is, but Dylan realises Paul has actually given him his first opportunity to make his millions from scratch, just like Paul did. He is more impressed with Paul than ever for this 'life lesson', and vows to make this money into a small fortune if he can. Kim looks displeased.

Janelle is about to let Kim read her novel manuscript before it gets taken to the publisher, but Bree and Janae remind her that "Tim" (Kim's name in the novel) is poorly represented and that Janelle's character looks like a slut with all the handsome men of the street (wording mine), so Janelle panicks and gets Bree to stay up all night changing it, which Bree does - although she thinks it's no longer any good.

(I'm getting the order a bit mixed up here, but bear with me. It doesn't make anything I'm saying wrong, exactly.)

Boyd finishes his first day at work and Karl commends him on a job well done, saying that Boyd's real test will be tomorrow with some wacky woman we may or may not see in tonight's episode (she is apparently a handful or a 'colourful character' or something).

After Boyd asks about patients who refuse treatment even though doing nothing will harm them, Karl says doctors just have to make the best decisions they can and be supportive and caring and provide advice no matter what the patient decides to do. He then tells Boyd that if he ever has any questions about Steph's treatment, he need only ask.

Kim is working away outside and Paul passes, asking what's taking so long. The two get into a bit of a tizz, ending with Paul walking away, having flashes of being strangled and getting quite rattled as Kim yells at his back that he (Kim) knows what he's doing with the landscaping and Paul should shut up because he's not better than him, no matter what he thinks. He yells at Paul that he can shove the job, just as Paul reaches the coffee shop and darts inside, quite shaken.

Harold, pretending to comfort Paul, finds out all about how terrified Paul is at the moment (clearly to his secret glee), and tells Paul to rest and not work so much. Paul even admits that Kim wasn't in the wrong (sort of).

Paul says that Kim is Dylan's dad after all, and Harold says "You really like Dylan, don't you," to which Paul says he's like a son to him and that he has big plans for Dylan. Harold says that must be nice, seeing as Paul's own sons are so far away. Paul smiles. (Run, Dylan, run! Homicidal Harold is going to set his sights on you, next!)

When Paul leaves (again thanking Harold for his 'great friendship and charity'), Sky arrives with Harold's dry-cleaned Salvo uniform. She unzips it to show him how good it is, and he takes it, rushes out the back, hangs it up, and zips the dry-cleaning cover back up again. He obviously can't stand seeing the reminder of the kind of person he once was and no longer truly is (or something deep like that). Creepy Harold music underscores it all again.

Kim goes home and tells Janelle that he quit on his first day, and she screams at him, throwing bowls across the room. When Dylan comes in and finds out that Kim (who calls Paul a mongrel, etc) quit his job, Dylan turns on him so harshly that even Janelle flip-flops and tells Dylan that his father's trying his best. Kim says Paul is not a good example for him, but Dylan lets loose, telling his father that he's not an example to him at all like Paul is - and that Kim's a no-hoper who should just do the one thing he's best at ... leaving.


At Thursday, January 12, 2006 10:53:00 pm, Blogger MelbourneGirl said...

you have outdone yourself bevis. thank you.

i love the creepy harold music. and you're right, he'll go for dylan now.

now i'm going to watch tonight's ep.

At Friday, January 13, 2006 12:36:00 am, Blogger BEVIS said...

I hope you had sound on this one ... doing these blow-by-blow accounts is really time-consuming! ...

At Friday, January 13, 2006 9:37:00 am, Blogger MelbourneGirl said...

hi bevis. last's night tape went fine, there was sound and everything.

so i won't need your recall services any more. although i will miss them, they are so well done. and admit it, you will too. i just don't know how you remember everything.

At Friday, January 13, 2006 10:20:00 am, Blogger BEVIS said...

Sick mind; that's the secret.


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