I'm crap at small talk.
I went to two work events this week - both were relatively important and 'fancy' and included canapes and people coming round to top up my wine. Despite having worked in my office for four months, I barely know anyone there - not helped by the fact that my jobs entails me being glued to my headphones all day. I did manage to get to know a few people at work a little better, but I did realise that I'm a little bit bad at small talk. At University it was so easy; "where are you from?" "what do you study?", "which halls are you in" etc etc. Now what do you say? Seriously, any tips are appreciated.
It's okay to reach out to people.
I had a bit of a rubbish weekend, and they happen but sometimes I'm a bit crap at dealing with them. Anyway! I'm usually the kind to suffer in silence. But on Sunday I sent a text to a friend and ended up sat on her balcony in Greenwich, listening to the sound of the Thames, drinking white wine and watching the Sun go down over the city. It was wonderful, and we baked banana bread and had a cracking M&S two for £10. I need to stop suffering and start acting.
I need to ring my grandparents more.
This morning my Mum left me a voicemail which said "Its your mother, ring me back." She never rings when I'm work because she's aware of the whole headphone issue and her tone put the fear of god into me. I was convinced someone had died. It turned out nothing of the sort had happened. She just wanted to know about train tickets. But I did have a fleeting thought of "oh god, when did I last ring Granny and Grandad?" and realised it hasn't been for a while. I don't want a situation like that to happen for real.
It's important to focus on the small things.
After four months of the housemate from hell, the threat of eviction because of his lies, having to deal with his wee on the loo seat, and the stench of his washing up, him screaming about how feminists control the political agenda (really? if only), being woken up at 1am three nights a week (I could go on...) it really does look like I'm getting closer to moving out. Today involved a house viewing, and even though the house wasn't for us it felt real. Soon I'm going to be living with friends, and I'm going to have a home, not a house.
I'm still crap at killing mosquitoes.
When I first moved to Holland I lived in halls which were affectionately known as 'the swamp'. The place was covered in mosquitoes. At one point I had 23 bites on one arm, and one dinner party at a friends resulted in us killing over 50 in ten minutes. My bedroom at the moment is suffering, although 3 in a night isn't as bad as 50, they're still irritating little shits and despite my practice in Holland, I'm no better at killing them.
What have you learnt in the past week? And send your small talk tips my way!