the birds have less to say for themselves

Heh. Christmas is coming, Twilight  is nearly here and I kinda forgot to book any iceskating this year...

Of course, Ticketmaster is on the long list of sites on the naughty list according to the insane firewall at work (which changes on a daily basis according to, er, what the weather, is by the look of it.  Capricious doesn't even begin to descibe that thing) as is the whole of LJ as of last week, and that made me seriously consider quitting.  And I'm not even over-reacting.. Honestly, now I have managers who actually treat us like grown-ups and, like, trust us to behave and get the work done, I'm quite capable of spending 10 mins here and there during the day switching off and LJ entries happen to be the perfect size for that.  Otherwise, I'm the one that only takes half my lunchbreak and stays late when stuff goes wrong, so we're all in agreement that it's kinda fine.  Except, of course, the IT Fuhrers never seem to agree... Bastards.

In other, completely unrelated news... I'm loving Robin McKinley's Chalice.  It's just... gorgeous.  Beautifully written and the literary equivalent of... slightly spicy hot chocolate, maybe.  Comforting and still a little bit dark.

Also loving Prison Break.. how can you not love the adorable cheek of trying to re-enact both Eternal Sunshine and The Matrix in one scene, while Michael's having a major brain op?!
I half kept expecting Sarah to start quoting Trinity (well, hell, we already knew Mike was The One, surely) and bring him back from the dead with a kiss... Ah well, she just stuck to pleading and it worked just as well!

Not loving Starbucks today.. not that you ever expect to be served by a native English speaker in.. well, any retail anything in London at all really, but today was ridiculous.  As I bought the same thing from the same branch every day this week, and hadn't had a problem before, it was a bit much that I had to repeat my order five times.Very slowly.  And how she then managed to interpret 'steamed milk with vanilla', then 'ok, hot milk. With Vanilla syrup.'  (when i realised we were having communication problems) into the black coffee that I ended up walking out with initially... lord knows, i have no idea.  I really don't.  Cos then I had to go back, queue up again and try explaining it again, and started getting snippy after the sixteenth attempt. 

Gawd knows, it's pretty much part of the basic job requirements, you'd think... Also slightly worrying that it's a problem we run into at work a lot, and that has slightly more at stake than a cappucino unfortunately.