Two months in (selected) tweets

Right. This work lark ain't particularly conducive to blogging. Who knew? Still, as I do occasionally send out the odd random tweet, I thought I'd use this medium to bring you up to speed. I know, I know, it's cheating, but Mr Tin has been complaining that this is the only medium through which he finds out what I'm up to.

First off, the usual new job jitters:

I only hope new job won't involve making too many decisions, as it's taken entire w/e to work out what to wear on 1st day (still undecided).
— Julie (@SardineTin) January 26, 2014

Even 10 years on you can still rely on an office sleaze to message with a totally inappropriate message via Linkedin re new job...
— Julie (@SardineTin) January 29, 2014

Hoping new colleagues are not into practical jokes, and meant it when they said Fridays are dress down...
— Julie (@SardineTin) January 31, 2014

...then we have the early false sense of security and annoying smugness (pride comes before a fall, they say...):

I an on a train. I now feel like a proper working person again.
— Julie (@SardineTin) February 4, 2014

Every single pair of work trousers I own appears to suddenly be too big. Excuse to eat more cream cakes, or go shopping...?
— Julie (@SardineTin) February 6, 2014

Yeah. Jinxed it.

I may have confidently declared that we were "getting in a good routine" yesterday. Famous last words so sick child throws spanner...
— Julie (@SardineTin) February 11, 2014

Still, it's good to see I've still got my priorities right:

Baftas, Shmaftas. I'm more excited at the prospect of tonight's episode of #TheArchers
— Julie (@SardineTin) February 16, 2014

By week 3, I'm starting to definitely feel more at home in the new job:

Am the only person in my bit of the office today. There are no social norms holding me back from raiding the communal biscuit tin.
— Julie (@SardineTin) February 19, 2014

...and my colleagues' little foibles are as familiar as those of my family:

There's a bloke sat at the next desk CRUNCHING boiled sweets so loudly I've had to come and hide in the toilets. (cc @jenwen12) #misophonia
— Julie (@SardineTin) February 21, 2014

...whilst I soon find that work not only gets in the way of blogging, but also Twitter itself:

Twitter needs a 'Births, Marriages, Deaths' section for those of us who don't have time to tweet as often as we used to...
— Julie (@SardineTin) February 24, 2014

...and there are other annoyances to being back at work:

HMRC have just sent me my 4th tax code for 2014/15. I hope I get a pen or something with my 5th.
— Julie (@SardineTin) February 25, 2014

...such as those "novelty days" at my children's school:

This coming week fills me with dread. Whose idea was it to have Shrove Tuesday and World Book Day in one week, hmmm?
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 2, 2014

...and the odd commute. "L'Enfer, c'est les autres"(*).

Somebody on this train is eating Quavers and it is KILLING me.
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 4, 2014

The thing is, I normally like food. A lot. But I guess I wasn't really feeling it. Who knew the humble pancake could cause such strife?

F'ing pancakes
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 4, 2014

Daughters have been recreating the Crimean conflict tonight. With the part of Crimea played by a pancake pan.
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 4, 2014

Things then went from bad to worse:

Effing World Book Day. 😠
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 6, 2014

Dear colleagues; I promise I DID try and shower, but there's no bloody hot water.
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 6, 2014

I think it's fair to say today is not going well.
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 6, 2014

Do I really moan that much? I guess I do...

I swear Sainsbury's have changed the formulation of their toilet roll. "Super soft", my (ouchie) arse.
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 10, 2014

Hosiery of less than 10 denier might as well just be classified as "disposable".
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 11, 2014

Yep. Still doing the rubbish mother bit:

French day at school tomorrow. Kids want to go as Marie Curie, Simone de Beauvoir or Joan of Arc. Am compromising with a beret and stripes.
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 13, 2014

Have spent the evening at my first school disco in over 20 years. Was just as awkward and sweaty as I remembered it. But with a bar.
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 14, 2014

...and the rubbish housewife bit.

I reckon that missing plane is in the same place as my pillow cases. #BermudaTriangle
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 16, 2014

Not forgetting the rubbish working woman bit:

It's nice being in a building with more women than I've been used to, but I miss the days I could hide away in the ladies' toilets...
— Julie (@SardineTin) March 17, 2014

So, all in all, no real change. Life is busy, and generally good, although reliable hot water would make it even better.

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(*roughly translated as "Hell is other people", Jean-Paul Sartre)