bookmark_borderReal people

I was working at home the last couple of days, mainly research and planning (which now means I fully understand the tasks ahead of me for a particular project and it’s now scaring the heebie jeebies outta me!!), and it’s always a bit odd slipping back into the stream of commuters and co-workers. It’s akin to the feeling you get on your first day back after a holiday, but not as powerful and I guess there is a degree of paranoia attached – the joke asides about having a nice “couple of days off” wear thin after a while.

As the weather has been horrible I’d not even set foot outside the door and was thoroughly enjoying some fresh air until a guy wandered onto the station platform and proceeded to chain smoke three cigarettes in ten minutes, I moved as he lit the second one unaware or uncaring (or both) that he was covering three separate people with his smoke. But you know my feelings on that topic, so let’s move on.

There appears to be a new trend, or at the very least a repeating trend, amongst female office workers. Now, don’t get me wrong I understand the reasons and I don’t want to delve into the psychology of it (although I will in a second), but I counted 11 different woman all wearing business suits and trainers as they walked to work this morning. Is this the fashion again or was I just lucky to be in the presence of some smart ladies??

Speaking of which, a comment from the newspaper leapt out at me this morning. I can’t recall who exactly, but it was an editor of handbag.com stating that she was surprised that woman still felt they had to be attractive to get on in the workplace and that they felt they had to display some masculine tendencies if they wanted to be considered equal to their male counterparts.

The reason it caught my eye was because she was “surprised” which suggests a degree of naivety. Now, before anyone leaps down my throat, let me state that I don’t think it’s RIGHT that this kind of atmosphere is perpetuated but the basic facts are that in many work places it still holds true. One of the problems is that, a lot of the time, some men just don’t realise when they are being offensive as it’s “just office banter”. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve fallen into that trap in the past, and I’ll continue to do so in the future but I am much more aware of it than I have been previously.

bookmark_borderThe Gentleman Stalker

Ladies, a question.

You are walking alone at night, you are on a fairly quiet street, it’s well lit, and cars go by every minute. A man is walking about 20 feet behind you, and has been since you turned down the corner into this street.

Now, if I’m that man (I’m not saying I’m a stalker, although I could be, in fact I could be stalking you RIGHT NOW. DON’T LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW!!) Ahem… where was I? Oh yess.. so I’m that man, walking to meet my wife, and I realise that you may think I’m following you. There is something about the way you keep looking over your shoulder whilst pretending to be glancing at the house and shops we are walking past (which isn’t fooling anyone, by the way) which gives me that impression.

What should I do, make sure I stay in sight, drop back a little more (even though I’m running late and the wife will kill me) or move out of sight behind you, making it so you have to stop and turn around to see if I’m still there?

Or should I just start running towards you then sprint past whilst you have a minor heart attack…??

To the lady I ran past this evening, I’m truly sorry. I wasn’t really paying that much attention, and it was only afterwards that it struck me how my actions could’ve been taken. Please be assured that the reason I started running was because I glanced at my watch, realised I was going to be late, and next thing I know I’m whirling past you.

And yes, that little scream you let it WAS audible even though I had my headphones on.

Sorry.

bookmark_borderKeffed

(Who is it that uses that word? Hmmm)

Permalinks are wonky. Not sure how long they have been like this, but obviously no-one links to MY postings or someone would’ve pointed it out long before now… right… RIGHT?

Will fix em later. Off in huff now.

bookmark_borderMistaken

You’re unique, right? I’m mean there is only one Gordon McLean on the planet, right? RIGHT?

Wrong.

OK so I knew that, as amazingly unique as I am (and BOY am I ever unique) that somewhere there would be another Gordon McLean. However it is a bit weird (or spooky as my Mother would say) that one of the other Gordon McLeans is a friend of someone who’s website I visit almost daily.

There’s some kind of weird blogger generated cosmic force at work here folks, mark my words.

bookmark_borderMobile Sister

My new phone seems to have sparked my sister into getting a new one too (Sony indeed! and here I thought she was a poor student). However unlike my good self, who, in an excited ‘I’ve just got a new phone’ mood, sent a few text messages to friends and family to tell them I had a new phone using the following message: “Hi, Just got a new phone, the number is 1234567890”. Sounds fair enough really, except that I didn’t include my name. My sister, being the smart little so-and-so she is (kidding!) includes her name in her message. Now I think I’m gonna claim this one, as, if it wasn’t for my goof she I don’t think she would’ve remembered. Actually I think I’m selling my sister short. She’s not only learning from her own mistakes (as we all do as we make our way in the world), but learning from mine. God knows there are enough to learn from!

P.S. That’s not really my phone number, but you knew that. Right? RIGHT?

P.P.S. I only wrote this to see if my sister reads it… 😉

bookmark_borderScaredy Cat

Went out on my bike today, we live at the top of a big hill, so going down it is fun. Actually going down it is downright dangerous and scary. At one point I thought I was going to fall off as I realised I was going too fast for the roundabout at the bottom. When I got off the bike later on my shoulders were stiff, my forearms aching. I remember riding down a similar hill in Dumbarton when I was younger, I don’t remember thinking I might fall off, in fact the main thought at my head was “I MUST be doing at LEAST 50 mph…”. I’m trying to pinpoint when the fear arrived. If I had kept riding bikes, would I be as scared and tentative as I am now? Think I need to find a nice quiet cycle path somewhere, preferably with a nice long run off at the bottom of the hills. I’m getting old.

Been tidying up my home PC, and creating a couple of icons, and working on a WinAmp 3 skin. Think it might be a bit out of my league but I’m determined, despite the fact I’m no artist, and no scripter. I’m thinking of posting updates now and again as a way of tracking my progress, and as a way of showing you all how crap I really am – but I’m sure you’ll be nice to me, right… RIGHT?