Tuesday 16 December 2008

Promotions and blemish-free skin.

I got the promotion. Clearly my letter (combined with my generally fantastic performance at work, naturally) really did kick some arse.

I really am crap at remembering to update. And yet I dont know why, seeing as I love the opportunity to wax lyrical about nothing in particular - and obviously a blog is ideal for this as normally you dont get to talk talk talk without being expected to listen to the listener, at least a little bit. Which is fair enough. But everyone likes the opportunity for a little bit of uninterrupted chatter now and again. Myself more than most.

I've succumbed to tanorexia. Well, not quite - currently I've got my skin tone up to the average tone of that of a British person in Winter by way of tanning beds. My reasoning is that it is one way of dealing with the inevitable S.A.D. that I suffer from to a shamefully ridiculous extent every year - with some added cosmetic benefits.

However, at present only M and a few people at work know. Although I personally think my reasoning is perfectly sound, I'm not 100% sure that it would stand up to scrutiny/berating, and so I have chosen to not tell anyone else until I get it bullied out of me.

Currently I'm living in fear that when the inevitable confrontation happens with my family (which is bound to be on/around Christmas day, when they suddenly realise I look like I've popped off for a week in the Canaries), I will get flustered and blurt out something pathetic like "well statistically I'm bound to get cancer at some point in my life so I'm just choosing which type it is". Which I think only a little bit, and anyway to say so will not score me any points. So I'm avoiding it until it happens.

In other news, well there isn't much to be honest. Not much of any worth anyway.