Something To Lift The Mood

Something Dexter sent me (originally from here):

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Running in Heels?

The job woes are coming through again. I’m starting to feel sad and unfulfilled in my current job. I’ve also started a list of things I’d do for a job at a magazine. Let me tell you the list is long. One thing not on that list is, “…would enter a reality TV show”. Don’t get me wrong, who doesn’t love The Hills or Project Runway but I don’t believe me running around in heels while I try and impress an ice queen editor is going to get me the job of my dreams.

In the fashion of Running in Heels and Stylista, South Africa will be starting its own reality TV show called Style Apprentice where the winner will receive a paid internship, a new wardrobe, a laptop, cellphone and all the right accessories. As per any reality show, the contestants will battle it out on camera. (Read more about it here).

All of this sounds great but will somehow it doesn’t sit well with me. In past experience, you always seem to need a good back story or really bitchy tendencies to compete in a reality show. While I can be a bitch, the rest of me is pretty boring and I’ll probably have to make it up to appeal to the viewers. Which might get ratings but there goes my credibility. Also this malarkey about the contestants being housed together while they compete it out, so not for me. If I’m competing for a job with six other girls, I’m going to need my own place. Particularly somewhere where I can go and cry after a hard day of sourcing clothes and answering phones.

Nevertheless this for some reason just doesn’t appeal to me. I know where I want to be and am trying to get there but this does not seem like the way. Any thoughts?

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Working For The Weekend

When the weather’s good (and you’ve just been paid), weekends tend to be fabulous. This weekend was one of those. On Saturday, with the gym being firmly ignored, we went to try out the new Lazari in the Cape Quarter. For some reason, breakfast is always better when you get an outside table and are surrounded by some beautiful people.

Then it was off to my niece’s birthday party. When it comes to kids, I always thought I’d had two, a girl named Boleyn and a boy called Conor. They’d be ridiculously good looking and smart and Boleyn wouldn’t have the hair problems I have to endure. I’d also send them to one of those uber posh schools and they’d learn five languages and do a collection of extra-curricular activities. Witnessing 25 kids high on sugar, dressed up for Halloween and fighting over cupcakes was enough to put that fantasy to rest. In the end though, aided by good food and lots of champagne, we managed to have a good time. This good time was spent behind a closed door, away from the noise and watching the 5^th season of The Office.

Later that night, after some serious prepping, we headed out for some boy hunting. We decided that instead of complaining that no one loves us, we would be brave and make them love us. In other words, we would actually go up to guys and make the first move. This was a lot easier after we finished a bottle of champers and put on Wonder bras. The venue in question was The Dubliner, known to all of Cape Town as an awesome place to get drunk and dance to old music. This is also now known as boy hunting ground. Most of the patrons are foreign, which is great if you’re a sucker for accents. We danced the night away and then got kicked out when the lights came on and the last round was served. They say dancing is a good workout. Judging by the pain in my legs, we must have done the marathon equivalent. It shouldn’t be this hard to climb stairs. I’m hoping a gym session later will help.

Other highlights include an amazing steak lunch, some episodes of House and a party pack from Saturday’s party. Those were reason enough to go to a child’s birthday party!

Hope everyone else had a good one.

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Monday's Mantra

This week the confidence is soaring.
I believe in settings goals and achieving them (well for this week at least).
I’m addicted to spinach and feta pie.
I wish he calls.
I’m jealous of anyone who gets close to Bradley Cooper. The boy is delish.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Old Time Rock ‘n Roll

I Am Loving This Ad

I saw the following ad on Cherryflava and just had to post the link.
It's about a guy who is desperate to get Eva Mendes' phone number. The ending is the best bit!

Enjoy!

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The Best Films of All Time Vs. The Best Chick Flicks

Blue Eyes and I decided we were going to get one of those 101 lists of movies you have to watch before you die. Then we got sidetracked and decided we'd better start small and actually start a list we can finish. The result was a list of the 50 best chick flicks. The list was on a TV show a while back but we never noted the movies. Now I have a list below and it looks like this (the Xs are the ones I've seen):

50-Sweet Home Alabama X
49-Mystic Pizza X
48-Mean Girls X
47-Bring It On X
46-10 Things I Hate About You X
45-Waiting To Exhale
44-Father Of The Bride X
43-How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days X
42-Never Been Kissed X
41-Chocolat
40-Splash
39-A League Of Their Own X
38-Moonstruck
37-The Bridges of Madison County
36-Untamed Heart
35-St. Elmo's Fire X
34-Muriel's Wedding X
33-Wedding Crashers X
32-Pretty In Pink X
31-Friend Green Tomatoes
30-Romeo & Juliet X
29-My Big Fat Greek Wedding X
28-First Wives Club X
27-Joy Luck Club
26-Notting Hill X
25-Wedding Planner X
24-Clueless X
23-Bodyguard X
22-Sixteen Candles X
21-Four Weddings & A Funeral X
20-Pride & Prejudice X
19-Working Girl
18-Love Actually X
17-My Best Friends Wedding X
16-Jerry Maguire X
15-Legally Blonde X
14-Say Anything
13-The Way We Were
12-While You Were Sleeping X
11-Bridget Jone's Diary X
10-Thelma & Louise
9-The Notebook X
8-Terms Of Endearment
7-Ghost X
6-Dirty Dancing X
5-Sleepless in Seattle
4-When Harry Met Sally
3-Steel Magnolias X
2-Pretty Woman X
1-Beaches X

That's a total of 35, I think, I did Standard Grade Maths ;).

So we don't have too many to catch up on unlike the other list where I expect a much bigger number (more on that later in the week).

How many of you seen?

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And I Said What About Breakfast At Tiffanys...

Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul: The mean red, you mean like the blues?
Holly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul: Sure.
Holly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there.

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Wishful Thinking

Blue eyes is doing this great thing where she is going to be positive for the whole week. She’s also not going to be guilted in working later when everyone else goes home. And she’s not going to complain. I wish I could do the same.

The truth is, I actually am a positive person. I constantly believe good things are on their way. This is not to do with me just having faith but also when things are pretty shitty you kinda have to hope that they can never get worse.

And this morning, despite it being a Monday, I was still pretty chipper and set about my day. I would still be peachy keen if it weren’t for some of the people I work with. This is not the career path I imagined nor is it one I really like. Hell, it’s not even a career. It’s something I do until the my ship comes in (see that faith there).

That however does not give you people the right to treat me like your personal assistant and dogsbody. It’s not the work you want me to do, if it’s in my job description I will do it gladly. It’s the way you ask me. Or as I’ve noticed lately, the way you demand of me. I may be lower in terms of hierarchy and definitely in salary but I still matter. You don’t have to be overly nice to me, you don’t have to even like me but you do have to have some courtesy.

Also if you borrow my stapler, punch, glue or pair of scissor. Put them back. Jeez louise. Nothing is more bugging when I have to do a trek around the entire office to find my shit. And to the person, you know who you are, when I ask about it, please do not feign surprise. We both know it was you and your acting skills are nothing to write home about.

Okay, now that that moany cow session is over, I think I’m going to join Blue Eyes in Postive Land.

Have a great week bitches.

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The Best Part...

The best part about moving out is returning home to your parents house. All of a sudden you get treated like the prodigal son. Not only are the meals and a well-stocked fridge but also you get to watch hours of endless trashy TV, browse the internet for free and get your washing done. And then, you get to take food home with you. It was amazing!

I cannot believe I left it this late to move out!

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Monday's Mantra

This week I will think nothing but positive thoughts.
I believe in faith, trust and pixie dust.
I'm addicted to watching TV series on DVD.
I wish I could go home, get into bed and watch Glee.
I'm jealous of people who have already been paid.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week "It's good to see me, isn't it? No need to respond. That was rhetorical ;)"