Richy's Random Ramblings

Yesterday, because it was one of my co-workers quarter-of-a-century birthday (yep, she’s 25) we finished work early and went down the pub for a few pints. We had a good laugh and talks – everything from what our boss has got planned for the future (he’s a damn fine businessman with a lotta good ideas!), to what my co-worker (who I’m now going to refer to as MSSC – my sweet shy co-worker as she is!) had planned for last night (a meal out with family) and what my new co-worker (BRCW: bike riding co-worker as that’s how she gets to work) thinks of her new job, to my idea of a new source of power (I didn’t go into too much detail, because if it is feasible, which I doubt actually, it will practically make me a millionaire overnight) etc etc: good laughs all round really.

We went for 1 pint each because MSSC had to catch a lift home at our “normal” finishing time, but we didn’t leave the pub until around 2.5hours later! I already think that I’ve talked with BRCW more than MSSC despite her only working with us for a week now: they are both very sweet and nice, but BRCW’s got a boyfriend (and, co-incidentally, last year worked for around 4 months at my local Jacksons corner-shop along with having worked for Samworth Brothers who I used to work for as well at one point) and MSSC just seems happy to study and I don’t think it helps with us both being sortof shy and quiet.

No, don’t get me wrong, I’m not deliberately saying that I want to go out with either of them (although we all do seem to get on extremely well together and it could just be a case of getting to know each other a ‘little better’), but I’m just not ruling it out. Things between my GESF (green-eyed southern friend) are still going alright, but I think we’ll just be friends over the long term – we get on extremely well, but we’re just too far apart and involved in work and other stuff for things to spark. Story of my life really: Lots of female friends, but I’m single. Oh well, such is life! Saying that, I’ve always got on with women better than blokes (whilst I would class ciaran, Neil and a few other male ODP editors as friends, I’m not able to say that they are ‘proper proper friends’) so perhaps it’s to be expected…

Well work was a bit, loike, strange tawday. First o’ awl, my woikemate weren’t able twa make it in tawday coze she’s ill loike (so I had taw get someone else taw open t’door) and then everything went alright loike – just extremely busy coze I had taw dau taw peaples jobs tawday. Then I hoid a call for technickle support and the person thaught he recogniced me voice – he’s from Worcester and I had worked in the Bloick Countray for around taw years, but I’m soure I ain’t poicked up the accent have I?

Ok, it’s a LOT harder to type in a Black Country accent then to speak it but I’m sure I haven’t picked up the accent: although it has been a “standing joke” with my GESF that I have got a Brummie (Birmingham) accent. Birmingham is around 45 miles away and the “Black Country” (so called because of the amount of coal mining that used to take place in the area) is around 55 miles away. I did ask my new work colleague (she started on Monday) and she doesn’t think I have a Brummie accent but…*shrug* Some people do even manage to pick up on my Mum’s accent and she only lived in her birth country for around 7 years!

After I managed to clear some of my work backlog (still got at least 4 sites to search engine optimise tomorrow, a review of a major clients site and probably some account setting up to do for hosting clients: along with celebrating one of my other co-worker’s birthday) and 5 minutes after I should finish (I’m tending to do around 30 minutes unpaid overtime a day at the moment) we get a telephone call….