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Before you go and get all excited for yourself thinking that I have met the one let me just burst your bubble. I don't believe in the one but I did just happen to view the perfect apartment and it's kind of the same thing.  Okay so maybe I am getting carried away because dingy is the word best used to describe my current abode and I am oh so eager to move out right now, tonight if I could. I did promise myself I would start trusting my gut and it was telling me all sorts of good things about this place. It's Down near the Marina Hotel so not far out of town and it's got everything I want in apartment. I think the bar is set pretty low after this place but still if I had taken out my checklist I could have ticked all the boxes.  It has central heating and I think I cheered inwardly upon hearing that. If you've ever had storage heating then you would understand.  No visible damp or funny smells ( I know, right !) It's bright and clean and roomy. So many win...

Tonight, in an unprecedented display of proactiveness I stopped talking about the fact that I was thinking of applying to write for the Hello giggles blog and actually sent them a pitch. Now before you get all excited and decide to cosy up with me so you can help me spend all my money (assuming I get it) , Let me just burst your bubble because I'd be an unpaid contributor. I'm sure for many people the thought of vying for a job you wont get paid for seems borderline insane but it's not like I was planning on quitting my day job and moving to the states to sit in some fancy schmancy office. Actually it's a shame that's not an option because that sounds quite nice. The beauty of blogging is that it can be done from anywhere with a half decent internet connection. So while you scratch your head and wonder what's in it for me, I'll explain. I am one girl with a tiny blog that in reality is probably only read by a handful of people. My app on the blog that te...

Okay so you know that feeling you get in your gut that tells you something bad is going to happen or this is not the right apartment for you or that guy is not who you are looking for. You do? Great.  Well do you know when you ignore that gut feeling and go to that place, rent that apartment, date that guy and much later down the line when it all goes to shit you remember that bad feeling you had in the  beginning. If you do understand where  I'm coming from and maybe are even a little guilty of it yourself then yay, I like you and we should be friends. However if you  Are scratching your head and wondering why someone would behave in such an illogical manner then maybe you should go be perfect somewhere else. I jest, sure read on if you want to. So far this ignoring that feeling has taken me on some really interesting turns. it has steered me into more than one disastrous relationship and more recently I found myself going on a string of dates with a...

Let's just start of by saying that I am not complaining about advice given by people I know. I am the first to admit I am often in need of some of that even when I am less appreciative of the variety that is volunteered rather than requested. Even though I don't follow this advice to the letter or at all (in some cases) just keep it coming. Most of it will be appreciated at a future date when I am a little more willing to accept it. Here is my real objection. Everywhere you look and I mean everywhere there is some 'expert' giving advice that they are clearly in no position to be giving. A book by some fitness 'guru' ( and I use this term lightly) was recently pointed out to me in work. This guy, whose name I've promptly forgotten, claims he get you in shape in 30 days and to be honest it's a somewhat dubious promise given that even I can see he's not exactly in great shape himself. I'm sure it's up there somewhere with not trusting a skin...

I'm trying ( and failing ) to practice the mandate of not saying anything when I've nothing nice to say but let's just say It's something I need to work on and truthfully what Comes out is closer to the ecard above. Sarcasm is my comfort zone, my main line of defence, my base line and I really need to break the habit of  falling back on it. Today in work we had a popular young adult author in to do a signing. By all means he seems to be a nice enough chap and has quite the adoring fan base but having read a chapter of one of his books a few years ago ( an ex of mine was reading it, we will move swiftly away from the fact that he obviously was reading at the level of your average 13 year old ) and oh my god it actually pained me to read it. To say I did not enjoy it would be understating the matter and I am not one to understate. I did briefly worry that he might ask me if I'd read any of his books at which point I'd be forced to lie. I'm pretty sur...

I don't like to say I'm partial to a bit of theatre because it sounds pretentious and if I'm really honest I don't see a whole lot of it. I always say I'd see a lot more plays if there was more good theatre on near me and I could afford it. I also say I'd be far more of an outdoor person if we had better weather but living  In Ireland, we really don't so it makes for rather pointless speculation. A few days ago I got an invite to go see the national theatre live production of Othello. It's showing in the national theatre in London ( I'm only guessing here because where else would the UK's national theatre be based ) and for one night they were screening it in cinemas all  Around the UK and Ireland so it seemed too good an opportunity to pass up.  After trekking down to dungarvan to see it I was lamenting the fact that its not available in Waterford and then later discovered it is. I'd just ignored the posters advertising it be...

I can't think of anything that makes me squirm more than the recording of my voice. I think I like how it sounds much better in my head . I have probably had more opportunities than most to hear how my voice sounds for other people and no, this is not down to any secret masochistoc tendencies I may be harboring. Despite my dislike of this kind of work, I have worked in three different call centres since 2008 and hated them all equally for different reasons but one key factor they share is the belief that listening to your own calls is a beneficial training tool. For those like me there is little benefit in this when instead of critiquing it, to ensure you do a Better job next time, you find yourself wriggling uncomfortably in your seat thinking oh god is that what I sound like. I suppose it could be worse and I am Grateful that I managed to not pick up the Clonmel accent, not even a little bit. I used to date a guy years ago who slagged me about this as though it was so...