Friday Free-for-all… A Mixed Bag!

After the discombobulation of Tuesday’s post, the un-clear dream of Wednesday’s post, and the sighs and sneezes of yesterday’s post, I wanted something a little different for today’s post. I don’t want anything to rhyme in this post, so if anything does, they are entirely coincidental. I love coincidences, but I’m going to move the rhyming ones to one side for the moment. Notice how I didn’t say ignore them. If they happen, they will happen for a reason that will be made clear in the future, so they can be ‘parked’ for now.

Today’s post… it’s a bit of a mixed bag actually. Throughout the day, ideas have been springing to mind, shouting ‘Use me in your post!’. Usually, they tend to stay well hidden, but not today, for some strange reason.

So, without further ado, I’ll get on with my post. It’s in three parts. It’s actually like three completely separate posts in one, but I only wanted to write one post, so they all appear here… kind of together, yet separate enough to introduce a brand new word to the English language.

Dream: Work Like Hell

I had another dream last night, this time about work. Not my place of work, somewhere far worse, although, I was working there.
It was my first day, and I made my way through a set of double doors to enter into a long narrow room with windows all along one wall. The opposite wall had several arches and doorways. About ten paces in front of me there was a single step, and to the right was the first of these arches. Just before the step, there was a desk. Just a desk, with nothing on it apart from a sign that said ‘Reception’. The chair behind the desk was empty. I waited for a few moments, but when nobody came to greet me, I walked forward and up the step.
This first room was very much thrown together. In the corner, under the window, there were two different sofas at right angles to each other. A black leather one along the wall, and a blue fabric one with its back almost hanging off the step I had just walked up. A low coffee table was in front of these sofas, with magazines strewn across it and the floor around. In the middle of the room, there were clusters of desks, four to a pod, and there were four pods, and then a couple of screens that split this long room in two.
Opposite the sofas, and inside the first arch was what looked like a kitchen. There was a toaster, a kettle, a microwave, a sink, a couple of cupboards, and three bins that were overflowing.
Several people were milling around the second pod, and a woman came over to meet me, eventually.
“Ah, good, you’re here.” She said, and pulled me through the doorway that was next to the arch where the kitchen was. “Sit in here with Dan and he’ll tell you what to do.” And then she was gone again.
It was only now that I realised that I didn’t know what I was doing there. I didn’t know the company, the people, the job, the hours, how I got there, or what I had to do. Not great for the first day of work.
Dan asked me to log into the computer on his desk so we could begin. When I told him that I didn’t know what I was meant to be doing, he said, “Don’t worry about that… none of us do. Just use your username and password from your previous job.”
Confused, I just did what he asked. And it didn’t work. Funny that, I thought to myself, just as Dan said, “That’s strange – it usually works.” and he moved me out of the way so he could try to log in for me (without knowing my old username and password) which still didn’t work. I looked around this little room, which only had a pod of four desks in it, which was just as untidy as everywhere else. It was then that I saw the note on the door that said ‘I.T.’ This was the first thing that kind of made a little sense to me.
Without getting onto this computer the woman who had eventually pulled me into this IT room, came back and pulled me out again. “We need you on this now” She said, in the same tone as before, and pushed me to the pod where everyone was milling around before. “Just work on here for now” she said, with a hint of a smile, “You’ll soon pick it up. We all start here.”

Apologies for the lack of apostrophes

I’ve noticed that this theme, ‘Vertigo’, doesn’t seem to like apostrophes in the titles of the posts. It doesn’t mind the : symbol, but doesn’t like the … either. Rest assured that these symbols have been included when the post was typed and titled, and any missing apostrophes are nothing to do with me (or my Inner Typist, Fingers, for that matter.) Fingers has also asked me to mention that any spelling errors are nothing to do with him either, but look no further than here to see that may not exactly be true. I do try to stop any errors getting through, but those little letters and words can be pesky at times! At least the titles like the exclamation marks, though. I love a good ! from time to time too…

Structure, balance or something else?

This blog needs structure. I’ve said this before, and I’ll probably say it again. Randomness is good… it’s like waiting for a bus, and three turn up all at once, which is OK once in a while, but gets a little tiring after the first so many times. Having said that, the same ole’ thing day in day out can get a little tedious too. So, this blog actually needs balance. But what first? Balance or structure? Structure or balance? To make things easier, I’ve created a new word for the blogosphere – sorry, I mean Blogland (not keen on the other term), STRANDANCE, which means the inclusion of anything random, with or without structure or balance. It’s actually quite a clever play on words, as dance is incorporated – so music is included; as is strand – which brings hair into the equation too. All very important at the end of the day.