Putting On The Ritz? Maybe Not!

On an average day to work, I wear what is probably now the standard wear for most women in an office. A decent/nice blouse, or top, and a pair of trousers, or slacks. And sorry, for those who dream of such things, my shoes have barely got a heel, or are flats. In truth, even if I could walk in high heels (which I cant, because of my knees issue), I wouldnt wear them anyway! I still wear low(ish) heels for formal occasions, or if I’m walking about 20 yards maximum, but thats about it!

No, sorry, Civil Servants do not wear a formal suit to work every day, well, not in our office at least. What strange things they may do down in London, no idea! I think everything is probably more modern, for most, though all pictures of staff there seem to show men wearing ties at least, ah well…

But on rare occasions (and this is why you’re getting this blog tonight), I dress up nicely for work. No, not for work as such, but because I’m going on somewhere after work, without the chance to go home. And yes, this Saturday is going to be one of them, as I’m going out for a meal directly after work, to celebrate someone’s birthday. So yes, apart from looking immaculately dressed for work, for one day, I’m going to look totally out of place on the train to work, and the bus home again afterwards! But yes, you guessed it, no heels on shoes! Am I going to worry about that, not a chance! In fact, I’ve got a short journey by coach as well, as Huddersfield station has no trains running through it this weekend, as they are attempting to upgrade the line, and service. Yes, I’ll believe all that when I see it, assuming I last that long lol!

Ah well, the next birthday dinner from here will be mine, when I will officially be ancient, at 60!

But yes, if you see an immaculately dressed woman walking through Huddersfield, Halifax (where I swap back to train, from coach), or Bradford on Saturday, it might just be me! Or, of course, if you work with me that day…?

The video. I suspect this is going to be a love it, or loathe it job. Its not the original 30’s version, its a more modern version from the 1980’s, and it shows. But yes, for some reason, I quite like it!

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Gang On The Run

OK, tonight is going to be one of that occasional series where I take a story I’ve read, and develop it into a blog. Given where its posted, its not hard to work out that things might not work out for the best for the group in the Escape Room, but read it, and find out

http://192.155.80.152/EntrancingEscapeRoom/index.html

Yes, I know I’m weird, but I have to say that this sounds a fun place to go! What a way to lose your mind lol!

OK, blog stuff. I’d never seen one of those Escape Room places until last May, when I saw one in Hollywood, on one of the corners of a street, along Hollywood Boulevard. I admit it, the details outside appealed to my fascination, so I tried looking up more about it online. Big snag was, its a group thing to do, and I was on my own. So no, it never happened! Besides which, I wasnt sure if I really had the money to try it on my own, even if it had been possible. But fine, there were a couple of concepts that appealed no end (I think one was a mental asylum type place), but wasnt to be.

Since then, one has opened up in Huddersfield, quite close to where I get off the bus in town in the morning. No, I havent even looked into it, given that I assume all these places are designed for small groups, and not for one person to do. In truth now, given the state of my back, its quite possible that the chance of me ever doing anything like this, is now probably gone. I know my readers are notorious for not ever commenting on my posts, but if anyone has done an escape room adventure, and knows what they’re like, please let me know. If you dont want to comment here, and I can fully understand, then just email me, at robotunit8@hotmail.com and let me know that way. Fine, no one will, but no harm in asking!

And yes, I know, compared to the one in the story, even if you lose, then I’m sure they are very tame in comparison lol! Who, me, want to submit my mind to control by a machine, oh surely not?

But yes, if anyone knows, and wants to quell my curiosity, then let me know here, or by email, pretty please.

The video, bit of a clue in the title, if not blindingly obvious!

We aren’t the champions…just yet!

I have no idea what has happened today, but after weeks of having a steady total of 20-25 views on a day, today, with 3 hours still to go here in the UK, its currently on 84! I have no idea why, nor do I know if it might actually make the century, but I will have to wait and see.

So fine, lets do a posting of no interest to my predominantly US based readers lol! 😛

I’ve just noticed that my last posting concerning what we Brits (and indeed Europe as a whole) call football, or soccer to my North American friends, I mentioned that Huddersfield were in the play offs for a position in the top league here in England. Well, remarkably, they made it, and are playing in the Premier League this year. The amusing thing is, that all the experts forecast, what I assumed quite rightly, that they would be instantly relegated, and all the tables forecasting the season said they’d be bottom, and win 3 games, or less this season. Well, here we are, just over a quarter of the way through the season, and they’ve won 4! Yes, even beat the might of Manchester United, ooh! Exactly halfway in the table at this moment, 10th out of 20!

No, I’m not saying they’ll stay there, I’m not even saying they will stay up, and I’m not really going to care one way, or the other, whatever happens! But yes, a little bit of local pride, and a lot of debunking of so called experts just amuses me. And yes, I can say with absolute confidence that you wont get me anywhere near a game!

In truth, my main effort, whenever they’re at home on a Saturday afternoon at 3.00, will be to get home before all the crowds get out of the game, and into town. Last night, I made it, just. They were literally just coming up the street towards town as I passed them on the bus heading home, phew!

As per the title, no they arent going to be champions, but I suspect, in truth, if they’d been offered not being relegated at the start of the season, they would have snatched your hand off! So…?

Oh fine, a little bit of Queen tonight. I suspect the station cat is likely to be the only champion in Huddersfield lol! Still…

Who me, evil mind controller?

Yes, that title is full of sarcasm, before anyone starts panicking or anything, though I did wonder last night, but besides all that…

Yesterday was my first day back at work after my holiday (I know, one day back, then a day off, but its just the way it plans out), and all went fine. Pleasant enough, not too crazy day at work, with a finish at my standard time, 7 in the evening. Oh fine, I got teased gently for using my flirting skills on a client to placate him, but if you heard the difference in his tone from when he called, to when I finished the call, yes, it works! Not that I’m ever going to meet any of them, so it really doesnt matter, and I doubt he saw me as a 59 year old spinster type down the line anyway!

Well, I walk down to the bus station, and head up to the bay where the bus to Huddersfield goes from, and I could see through the window that my favorite seat was taken. Its the last row of the main front facing seats on the bus, and they’re raised above the rest, so you get a better view. Worse, I looked across, and the one opposite, behind the driver was also taken. Fine, then I got on the bus, and I forgave one of them at least.

No, I dont know why I have a crush on her, she is exceedingly slim, and I prefer my women to have a bit of curve to them. She doesnt make up for it with stunning looks, though she’s certainly not hard on the eyes, all the same. She’s cute though, just saying. Yes, not that much younger than me (40’s, probably?), but sadly, I’m pretty sure she’s got a wedding ring, but that doesnt stop me crushing, at least.

So fine, I was not going upstairs, and missing out on her, even though there were limited seats available downstairs. No, I didnt go and sit next to her, though fine, it might have been tempting. Instead I sat in the middle of the long seat at the back of the bus, but fine, I cant see her face from there. There were 2 people sat in seats where I could have done, so secretly I willed them to get off the bus, and let me change seats. One woman took no notice of me (actually got off at same stop in Huddersfield), but after a few stops, the guy in the seat opposite her got up, and got off the bus! Yes, I changed seats pretty quickly! Sadly, all too soon, the bus got to Bailiff Bridge, and the crush of my life got off the bus, but I knew that was going to happen!

But fine, I hope the only reason that guy got off the bus was because it was his stop, and not because some wicked woman controlled his mind to do so! I know, cant be done, but I was so surprised when he got off so quickly, that…I hope neither he, or she actually read this, lol!

The video. Well, in truth, until I did a search on You Tube, I had no idea there was a live version of this, but lo and behold, with a title apt for that cute blonde…

Falling head over heels, but not in love!

Yes, I’d love a full body cybernetic upgrade, but in truth, at present, a leg, or knee replacement of that kind would be more urgently needed, like at present. Seriously, I’ve recovered a bit by now, but the right knee is still an ugly mess, if at least I can flex it now.

Thursday night, not unusually of late, the bus home from Bradford to Huddersfield was running late. There seems to be no consistency on this, you’ll go about a week and a half (current streak) when you never get the bus it would be nice to get (though almost impossible to do in theory), but not only that, I cant even get the one that I have 6 minutes allowance to get. Then at some point in the near future, the theory will flip, and I’ll be getting the early bus again. Been a few occasions of late where getting the bus I should get with 12 minutes to spare hasnt been possible! But anyway, Thursday…

Yes, it was late, and I assumed I’d missed the 8.56 bus (6 minute allowance) one, because it was already 8.58! Wrong, so I set off at as much of a run as I can do at my age, in a valiant attempt to catch it. What I didnt notice in my rush to get it, was four drunk men, not stylishly dressed, standing outside a bus shelter en route to the one I was aiming for.

Anyway. as I was approaching, I heard one of them say, “Look at the lady running for the bus.” but thought no more about it. Well, not until I actually passed them (I’d moved out on the pavement to avoid them), and saw one of them move towards me, and in mid step, felt my ankle tapped, and I went flying, yes, head over heels. No, it wasnt really, just went down face first, but…My hands were fine, pretty well protected by my thermal gloves, but my precious knees…My less damaged left knee took a thump, but not too serious. Unfortunately, my badly damaged right knee took most of the weight of the fall.

Thankfully, my knee didnt take the obvious opportunity to explode into a mess of bones. It hurt like hell when I got up, and I knew it was cut, but…the bus driver was actually waiting for me! And yes, I could walk, just about, so…I got the bus, walked home of sorts, and got my knee patched up. I went to work Friday, despite the pain, and the stiffness, but anyway, by mutual agreement, I passed on Saturday!

Now, thankfully, a lot of the pain is gone. Not all of it, but most. The knee still looks pretty horrid, but the miracle is, its still in one piece, and seemingly I dont have to bring forward my knee replacement op plans, as I feared.

But yes, if anyone wants to cybernetically upgrade my knee, my leg, or indeed my whole body to robot standards, yes please!

Right, video. What I sort of did on Thursday night. One of those Abba songs that doesnt get the playtime it probably deserves.

Back into the betting industry?

No, dont worry, I’m not going crazy, I’m not going back into betting office work, for the awful money they offer to do that job nowadays. I know the manager (and deputy) get better than minimum wages, but seriously, they arent the place I knew, and I’d have to get a lot more desperate than I am, even now, before I would do that. No, its not a betting call center, either.

You know what they say about seeing job openings, in the strangest places? Well, I guess social media, principally Facebook, is no longer considered as that by many, but to some degree, it still is by me! Anyway, last night, I had an item on my feed, telling me that a contest for tickets for a show, that the local casino was running, had announced the winners. I guessed I wasnt amongst them, as I suspect the winners had already been notified. In fact, they must have done, because it actually closed about a fortnight ago!

Still, all the same, I clicked through, to see the result, and suddenly stopped worrying about that. Why? Because they were looking for staff, thats why! Food and Beverage staff members, (waiters/waitresses, I assume?), and of more interest to me, receptionists! So yes, I’ve applied.

Somehow I suspect they are looking for someone prettier, and far younger than me for those roles, but stranger things have happened. I did ask whether it was worth someone of my more mature years applying, and I was told yes, though I do wonder if some of that was related to fears of an age discrimination case, or something?

First step, a casino in Huddersfield, next stop Vegas? Oh, I wish! Dont worry, I’ll gamble as often as I did while at William Hill, not at all. Far too sensible with my money nowadays, and all that. I know, wont get the job, but while I have hope…?

The video. Well, its the right era for me, and its what you need in a casino. Besides which, its brilliant!

Who wants to watch over me?

No, fine, I’m not expecting any serious offers, but yes, at present, I could do with someone to watch over me. Fine, its not an exciting blog, but I’m not inspired tonight, probably due to the state of my health!

Sometime early least weekend, I ate something that disagreed with me, badly. No, sadly not a solution loaded with nanites, or anything, something far more dull than that. It was actually Saturday evening before I noticed that I was beginning to feel unwell, so decided to get straight, and get to bed early that night, and hope that cured it.

No, it didnt, and in diplomatic terms, shall we just say I was very ill on Saturday night, and leave it to that, and your imagination. A lot of Sunday was spent in bed, trying to recover, trying to take fluid, but not food. Monday was slightly better, and a sandwich seemed to be fine, so I braved some actual dinner that night, not a good idea. Fine, maybe a small portion might have survived, but someone gave me my normal portion, and being daft, I set to eating it, ah well…led to a relapse Monday night, shall we say?

Yesterday, slight improvement, though I risked nothing more substantial than a sandwich, all the same. Yes, lots of fluid too. Yes, I survived. This morning, a bit brighter, though I passed on breakfast, all the same. A sandwich at lunch time, then chanced cheese on toast, and a yogurt tonight, though nothing more. Yes, thankfully all seems fine. I’ve even coped with 2 appointments today, one to sign on, one to get my feet checked over, and survived that too.

Snag is, tomorrow. Yes, I’ve got a job interview. And yes, fine, however much better I’m feeling, I’m not so sure about that. I should be fine, as fine goes, but you’re talking trying to sell myself for a job, and I’m not sure I’m really feeling that strong! Even more so, given its a complex journey to get there, and back too. But no way do I want to cancel, I need the job, and I’m never sure about trying to postpone these things either?

So you know me, I’ll battle through, not perform, not get the job, and be back to square one, but I guess thats the best way to go?

So fine, I need someone to watch over, and care for me, OK? I know, I know… Mind, if anyone from the Huddersfield area reading this, heading to Bradford tomorrow afternoon (interview is at 4), a lift would be so appreciated. Doctor, or nurse outfit, only optional, honest!

Video, big clue in the blog title!