Saturday, July 07, 2007

From churlish to...

I think I’m getting a cold. It’s making me feel very sooky. [Maybe I’m turning into a man?] I feel that I ought to have someone here to look after me, and possibly, put me to bed. Maybe if I dither for a while it will go away..?

16 comments:

TimT said...

Dithering should not only be illegal, it should be compulsory.

Shelley said...

A compulsory illegal act?

I spy with my little eye something that's tragically qwerty...

Anonymous said...

Hopefully it will inspire some healthy dithering.

How does one dither, by the way? Presumably if it could be explained, then it wouldn't be dithering.

Shelley said...

It's standing over a task you know you ought to do before walking off and not doing something else, repeat repeat repeat.

TimT said...

I am befused and confuddled. Righty-ho!

Shelley said...

Befused and confuddled sound a lot better then sick, cold, and irritated. Want to swap?

TimT said...

I'll swap my befused for your sick, then I can get a bit of sick leave from work.

Shelley said...

Sick leave is my only highlight. Still, you're welcome to it. Here, have my ill...


Well, are you ill yet?

TimT said...

No, just annoyingly achey, and that doesn't count. Breaking ones back is part of my work contract, I'm sure.

Shelley said...

Ah, I understand. I misread surf for serf in my contract. I thought it was a little weird 'cause it's not like I work near the water..and then signed my life away. In blood. Oh wait, that was way ironic!

Yes, I see a sick day or two or three in my near future.

TimT said...

You and me both should really get a new job.

Shelley said...

Yes but the applying thing is so very dreary. They don't seem to like jokes in application letters and my skills aren't in the work area [I'm not sure which area they're in but I'll find it one day, I'm sure] and, well, I'm really quite lazy... Stop hassling me already!

Ahem. Ever get the feeling that I've had this conversation before? A lot? I'd love a new job - I just need someone to find me one.

Still, you know, it's awfully hard to explain to people how I ended up working where I do and why I've stayed so long. Many people don't understand that when I say things like 'masochism' and 'stockholm syndrome' I'm not actually joking.

Also, I'd really like a job that doesn't involve vaginas. Seriously.

Caz said...

I prefer to do most of my dithering in bed, or on the couch.

I deplore people who dither in public (particularly those who do it in supermarket isles or while walking on public streets).

I don't get colds. I refuse to accept delivery.

Shelley said...

Ditherers in supermarkets are just asking to be killed. There's no excuse for it at all. Groceries are a mission, not a meander in the fucking park!!!

I think this might be an infection rather than a cold. It's been such a long time since I had a simple plain old cold that I'm finding it a bit hard to tell what's wrong really.

TimT said...

You should see Saturdays at the Coburg Woolies. It's more like a carcass has been thrown on the ground and all the predators have descended on it. No dithering to mention, though.

Shelley said...

You clearly live in a classy area, Tim. Remind me to avoid it.