|Jan. 28th, 2010 @ 04:47 pm I Didn't Even Know They Came This Expensive...|
Current Location: Bed. Not Sleeping Yet.
I am currently...:
I'm still a bit flabbergasted.
I'm listening to:
Final Fantasy Piano Compositions. Very Soothing.
"You need a bigger datebook." - That's how it started.
And I get it. New job, more secretary-esque work than ever before. Mail, e-mail, phone and keeping track of all the customers-conversation. So of course, a good calendar is indispensable.
However, I have never needed to pin that much down as I'm expected to now, so I asked my colleague for advice. She took me shopping. And we went for big.
Right now sitting on the bed next to me is the biggest, fattest, shiniest calendar I have EVER seen. It's huge, and heavy and black, smooth, leather-bound goodness.
It has like a bazillion compartments for protocols, cards, memos, notes, cash, what-have-you and calendars, birthdays, addresses and it comes with a very detailed shiny register and other useful flags. It even *smells* nice.
Also, while we were at it, we purchased a package of stick-it notes and a solar calculator that fits into the calendar-rings. And a pen.
I'm still torn between marveling over it and feeling guilty at how expensive that thing was. Okay, so the company paid for it and I'm really going to need it to work, but still. Frickin' expensive for a gal like me, who's currently thinking twice over every single buck she spends. (Though I hope that'll change in the near future. ^___^)
I guess I'll have to get used to something nice happening to me again first. Or rather, "being invested in", I guess it is. Huh.
*still marveling with big eyes ♥*
I'm going to write my first notes into it now. Gotta get prepared for Monday. Oh dear, I'll need a bigger hand bag just to carry that thing around. XD
And then I'll have to pretend I'm some really important personal secretary while sitting in the train pinning down notes tomorrow just to geek off. Or something. Hih. (Going home for the weekend again.)
... and the whole thing is still WTF to me. It'll probably end up being named that. The WTF-Datebook. Oh, great.
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On other news: Sherlock Holmes premiers tonight in our cinemas. I'm so going to go and watch it next week. It has omg!gay!subtext!Holmes/Watson! (And Robert Downey Jr.) How could I resist? Anyone wants to join me? As long as you can bear with my evil giddy laughter. ^___-
My earphones are broken. How am I supposed to go through the train ride tomorrow? The original iPod plugs are hell for my poor ears. -___- I'm sore already and I haven't used them for more than 30 minutes at a time. Awwww. New ones will prolly be shipped here when I'm gone. Sucks.
Plus, is it possible to get hooked on sleeping pills? I have slept so well the past days, I tried to sleep without them past night; and I couldn't at all. Which is probably why there are some ridiculous spelling/grammar mistakes in this post because I'm beyond paying attention at what I write. XD But hey, if I stay awake for two more hours, I'll be so darn tired maybe I can sleep all night long anyway...
And I'm rambling again. Shutting up now. *g* G'night guys! ... still wtf.