Those long-awaited stats

2015 (full year)

Papercuts: 0

CARDBOARDCuts: 2

Result: Fail

2016 (full year)

Papercuts: 0

Result: Well done, Debs. Have a biscuit. Oh, go on, then, eat the entire pack.

2017 (January to June)

Papercuts: 0

So far, so good. Although I have managed a glass cut, but that doesn't count.

That requisite paper cut report

2015, so far:

Papercuts: 0

CARDBOARDCuts: 2.

Plasters to hand: 0

Balls.

A plan of action...

And then very suddenly I became a job seeker once more.  I’ve taken a few weeks to take a good hard look at my life and realised that I have no plans; no direction…. Yet I know exactly what I’ll do in the case of a zombie attack.

Sometimes I envy those people who knew what they wanted to do and followed a direct career path, but I’ve had a lot of fun along the way.  Mostly, I’ve had a brilliant time with some amazing people and now I'm doing what I really want to do by volunteering with a couple of conservation organisations.

Muddy boots and spending time with people who care about nature. Yays!!

Right, I'd better get back to stockpiling flamethrowers and crossbows for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. 

Toodles.

Typing so other people think I'm working...

I think I'm wasting too much time on the unimportant stuff.  For example, last week, I even used the remove hardware safely option for my usb stick.  Anything to avoid a few more seconds of study.

Well, I've worn myself out with silly twitches and I can't help but wonder whether I'm more suited to the quiet life.  I could go back to the getting a cat plan, but considering the rate at which I kill houseplants, it's probably not a good  idea.

Frankly, I'm probably better off spending time finding a job.  It's getting harder to stand out in the crowd of job seekers.  So I've changed my CV into Wingdings. This will definitely give me the edge in today's difficult job market.

OK, OK, I'll go get my assignment finished.  Don't worry, it's nearly over.  Then I'll have to evade something other than study to  write my blog updates. Don't worry, I won't desert you, there's plenty of housework I don't want to  do.

Hopes, dreams and slippers

I guess I didn't have much to say in 2014. Thing is, I'm actually a really private person, as you'll know if you watch my vlog on Youtube or subscribe to my blog.
 
So, last year, I switched jobs a couple of times, documented my (rather low) birding life list and re-evaluated what I want from life. I will spend this year chasing that dream. 

This year, I therefore intend to spend more time with people who don't mind my being weird.  As queen of the non sequitur, I struggle to find people who can follow my train of thought, so when you find someone who 'gets' you, clone them and keep one for weekends.

Hopes for the year ahead:

• Pay more attention so that I waste less time restarting the song because I missed my favourite bit.
• Eat less crisps (and more jaffa cakes)
• Get my phone to stop correcting "omg" to "OMG"... I'm really not that shocked, htc.

For the rest of the year, I intend to follow the important message we all learned from Blazing Saddles:

Throw out your hands, stick out your tush, hands on your hips, give 'em a push...

Toodles for now.

Papercut update

2013 paper cut count: 0

2014 paper cut count: 1

Damn.

Career driven?

I spend a great deal of my life looking at what's next.  Every time I look at a job I fancy, I have to demonstrate my appropriateness for the job using my past experience.  Now, I don't know about you, but that's sort of the opposite of what I want in life.  Every time I look at my CV, it reads as a list of things I never want to do again.

Career prospects would be more interesting if I could just say, Hey! That sounds like an awesome job. I'm pretty awesome,  Sounds like a match made in heaven, eh?

My thought of the day...

They're waffly versatile

Let's dance

Well, that was a blast.  2013 brought exciting new job roles, a handful of so-so rares, including golden oriole (Lundy), Short-toed Lark (Dawlish Warren), Bluethroat (Portland) and Roller (Broxhead Common)... Oh and a Brünnich's Guillemot  (back at Portland) as a belated Christmas present.  

But mostly, a lot of dancing and silliness happened over the last 12 months.  My favourite time to exercise has always been tomorrow, but every day, now, I can't wait to get my groove on (and, with luck, some calories off).

To be fair, dancing was my last option.  When I tried to sign up to the aerobics class,they told me to wear loose clothing...The only reason I was joining is that none of my clothes are loose anymore.  

From now on, there is no 'exercise', just fun.  After all, I'm not fat, I'm just being the bigger person.

Dear Santa, Let me explain....

It all went to sh*t when I found out that the hokey cokey really is what it's all about... Now I have to learn the moves... It's not even on wii just dance.

To be honest, I've probably not been a particularly good girl, this year.  I've spent too much, eaten too much and slept more than I should.
On the other hand, I've spent a lot of time correcting grammar and punctuation and writing some fabulous social media site bios... 

turns out I'm really interesting when I can make it all up.
I've spent a lot of time reviewing want I want from life and cleansing my facebook friend list.  There are many people prepared to tell you that you're hard work... they don't like it when you tell them maybe it's them that's just not up to the job. 

And as an early christmas gift to you...The song The Final Countdown will now lodge itself in your head...


You're welcome.

Hakuna matata xx