Got a bit carried away tonight.

I planned to drop into the supermarket to buy some comfort food and a few tins for the cats. Well, before I do that, I’ll just pop into the cheap CD shop. But before I do that, I’ll just pop into the Tandy store that is having a sale. And I’ll just buy one of these tiny little stereos, because I don’t have a stereo in my office, and I have to play my music on the one in the living room, but that room is right next to my neighbours’ bedroom, and I feel guilty about playing music late at night, but I am a night owl and need to listen to music late at night, and I don’t like using the computer because if I’m using PhotoShop or another memory intensive programme, it makes the music lumpy, and I don’t like my computer speakers, they hum, and so when I saw this tiny little stereo on special I just decided the hell with it. THEN I went into the cheap CD shop and got a copy of Kings of Leon’s Youth and Young Manhood (which is currently playing on my CD player, in my office, at 10.45pm), and a double album of the Violent Femmes, even though I actually have the original album, but this had a whole heap of demos and live recordings on the second CD, and who can say no to the Violent Femmes. Who are playing in town in the next week or so. Anyone want to go? Anyone??

Oh, and how is this for impressive. I think, no, I KNOW I out-geeked the Tandy store guys. Yep, they were giving me that nervous laughter and pushing my bag of goodies in my direction in a definite, "get out our shop you poor lonely freak" manner. But then the cool chicks in the CD shop were all chatty with me because they liked my music choice, and I freaked out and ran away. Yep, I’m a freak.

I’m still working at the comfy undie place. The catalogues never end. Well, I’m onto the next season, which is much smaller and more organised, but still, not a chance we will meet the deadline. Which I told them when they gave me the deadline. I gave them a print out of a timeframe, when I would need info, when the work would need to be finalised, when it would need to go to the printers. The turn around was ludicrous, but doable if I got all the information last Thursday. I’m still getting it… The meeting was last Wednesday, and they didn’t even bother rolling down my requirements to the relevant parties (a single email would have done the trick) until after my deadline. Nice, huh. I don’t care. More money for me if they stuff around. (I do care… I have this stupid work ethic and desire to do a good job. Shits me.) But I’m finding it much harder to get keen on going into the office. It is partly boredom, and partly that I get irritated and some of the people around me (don’t ask me the same stupid question three times and not write down the answer each time and then not expect me to come flying at you with flailing fists (fantasy only of course)). I’m so good at figuring out what I don’t want to be doing. Wish I could just find out what I do want to be doing.

Oh, and happy St Pats to all those out there who are just starting the day… and to those staggering around in a Guinness induced bloated stupor.