The Lady Hooligan’s Page

I’m tired…

They say the best way to get rid of emotional exhaustion is by hard, physical work.  And that one dares not be spiritually exhausted, because then you’re damned to hell!

Well, I’ve reached a point now where loneliness is my constant companion and I feel so empty inside that I don’t think I’ll ever be full again.  Very depressing, even for a Friday afternoon.

I have caught myself on more than one occasion that I am selling myself short and I know I should stop.  I’m actually a person with a lot going for me. I’m nice (well, mostly…), intelligent, creative and rather pretty… It’s just that I haven’t met Mr Right-for-Me yet!

I’m looking at property to buy.  A plot in Port Nolloth, on the West Coast, less than 100 km south of the Namibian border.  It’ll be affordable, albeit very out of the way, and I might even find peace in the solitude of the place.  You never know…

… But my clothing says I’ve gained slim!

And so does my mirror image.

That’s a big consolation in an environment where I’m constantly bombarded with all kinds of negative energy.  I wonder if it is a given that the moment a woman steps over the 50-plus line, she turns into a crone, magically turning every bright vibe into a sour one.  Hopefully it’s just the environment I’m working in and I can escape before I hit that mark!

Thus my habit of going walkabout during lunchtimes has developed.  I walk about four big blocks in any direction and four back, giving me a km’s worth of exercise and a lot of thinking time. I go to places where I feed my soul, sometimes buying something, sometimes not.  When I get back to work, after that, I feel better…

I am toying with the idea of resigning my job and going walkabout on a permanent basis.  Unfortunately I’d still need an income of some description to be able to afford the walkabout… Thinking…

I have created a survey on http://www.surveymonkey.com to find out who else has tattoos and piercings.  I don’t plan to use the survey for anything else than for fun, so feel free to use it and to let me know who you are!

Click Here to take survey

I’m abusing my internet privileges today. Not because I make a rule of it, but because I needed to get into gmail this morning (to confirm a medico-legal appointment!) and a filter was installed over the weekend, blocking access to that “inappropriate” site. There’s nothing that pisses me off more than things like that happening, especially since – if the bosses really knew – there are more “inappropriate” pictures and notes on THIS blog than in my gmail inbox, albeit private and password protected.

On principle, I am dead against any form of censorship. Yes, I do agree that there are supposed to be rules at work regarding porn and downloading online stuff, but those are rules that one agrees to and signs for, in the full knowledge that those websites are not to be visited from a work PC. It doesn’t mean they are blocked – just that I don’t go there from work! What gets my goat is the BLOCKING of “inappropriate” sites, even if I need to go there for work purposes!

What the powers-that-be don’t realise (or maybe they’re counting on the average municipal worker not knowing about it!) is that there are other ways and means of getting to gmail, which do not involve typing in the url directly. So… I shall still be able to see and reply to my incoming mail! So much for control…

Ps.  It’s the 11th of May, a week since I’ve written the original post.  And - lo and behold - the connection to gmail has been restored.  Now, I can only speculate why…