A Ramble through Smilie Land

Yesterday I wrote this great long ramble on how I don’t ramble in response to this.

Originally Posted by kilted

Virg, I am pretty sure it is niamh - note lower case "i" the other option would be nightie, but it doesnt ramble enough to be her

Sadly I obviously ended up contradictting myself then because I am not on my normal computer I ened up losing the blog . The truth is I prefer to meander through my thoughts on th way to a conclusion. Straight lines are just so BORING! And predictable and well boring. Not that I am a fan of circles , either (**shudder** geometry ) I do like algebra though, its well cool. But that is another story no? The thing is because I must be succinct ( well relatively speaking ) in RL I tend to compose great long rambling comments/ blogs on life in my mind as I go through the days. I currently have quite a few clamouring to be written but time time is such a nasty little gremlin never willing to wait for me to catch up. And then this one jumped the queue. And then kilted sort of addressed one of my topics then next on the list well almost which is what I believe and I hate to seem a copy cat... so it will wait.
Yesterday’s ramble resulted in 2 conclusions well three if you count the Oh boo I do ramble after all conclusion. But the other two were

1) I need to learn to say NO
I mean it shouldn’t be hard NO its just one suylabull. Nononononononon nien niet nada nun not this life time la mush ha yahisul just keep dreaming. I even know all the words to the song the word is no but doesn’t seem to be overly helpful. Take this week I was ill and in bed and I ended up getting out of bed getting completely dressed going all the way down stairs and ironing my sister’s boyfriend shirt and jeans, again. And I was comfortable in that bed too *sigh* . Luckily I am a very efficient ironer had both done in under 5 minutes but I could have just said no, but even though I did say no I ended up getting up and doing it anyway ... Or now at work I somehow have been manoeuvred into appearing in a training/promotion video to promote libraries to babies (well their parents I guess ) and children with a slight focus on minorities hence the we must have you argument. Someone annoyed me recently by saying I was soft. I am not soft, I don’t let people bully me I just can’t stand letting people down and end up taking on more than I can bare. Its a quandary of sorts.

2) The Small talk has to stop
Which kind of hard considering I spent ages learning the art of looking at people and seeming fascinated by what they are saying and malking appropriate yes dear and that is so interesting noises and dropping the occasional appropriate comment without actually taking in much of what they are saying to me, what can I say I am in a customer services job if I didn’t I would be strangling people by 10 o’clock Tuesday morning after hearing the same joke over and over and over again. Although with the change in the economic climate I haven’t actually heard that annoying joke in a while I guess most people are now afraid it will jinx them. Just a a couple of comments here and there and now I am firced to listen to the bin are so evil, OMG have you heard what the council are up to now. Cats cats , dogs, gardening, holidays, endless talk about the weather. You shouldn’t be allowed to be a librarian because of your ‘disability’ that would be like have a deaf orchestra conductor ( I was so tempted to go err Beethoven? But no I was a good well behaved little counter staff and nodded and smiled and bit my tongue till it bled) The inevitable backhanded insults. Take the guy who called me fat on Christmas eve, and in the same half hour complained that there were too many female authors of historical novels ( that would be because the historical section houses the family sagas most of which are a ) read by women and b) written by women) anyway having semi successfuly avoided hism since tht day I got stuck with him on Tuesday wher he started to rave about theis book and how it would be intresting if ( Anything in italics is him) I was a muslim ( raise eyebrows and tug on head scarf at this point at least in my mind but out load just oh? ) turns out it was about these Americans out to flatten the kabah, you knowthat black stone thing ( NOoo you think? plus it isn’t even black stone that is just a cover that is put over the top of it made of material to protect it and make it stand out the heaving mass of people, jus fyi like ) anyway where was I oh yes Americans going to drop an atomic bomb on Mecca in hajj there by killing 1. Something or other billion people. But it turns out of course ( and obviously world order has not been disrupted and we can all let out a big sigh of relief) it is those conniving manipulative not to be trusted so and so Muslims or to paraphrase dear old Shakespeare the dogs of Muslims, who are really behind it all because some fanatics or well rather fundamentalists( a word I object to because fundamentalist and fanatic are not interchangeable and they do not necessarily need to be associated with violence and horror and plain old idiocy but moving on ) have decided to end the fractions and factiions within islam by uniting them in one of the few things we actually more or less all agree on and of course some world weary cynical hard drinking American emerges from the woodwork to save the day and prove that after all Muslims are lying cheating whatsits a la Hollywood.

Seriously does that really sound like a book I would want to read? NO? I thought not why would i read something that fundamentally insults what I believe in not mention who I am? Stupid idiot;. Grrrrrrrrrrr