So much for my rant yesterday...

 

The BOSS seems to have had a personality transplant this morning and is asking for our opinions and checking to see if everyone is ok with his decisions!!??!!

HELP!!! My brain's gone into meltdown...he's up to something...I know it!!!

 

Must have been the managers meeting yesterday...3 on 1. One to pin him down, one to suck out selfish boss and the other to fill the gap with love and compassion and team work...

 

OR it could have been the accident at 5 aside at the weekend...ball to the lower regions...if you know what I mean!!! Maybe it's lowered his testosterone...LOL!!!

 

Anyway...I can live with this improvement until I desert the ship...

 

Maybe I should ask for a rise and a company car while he's in a good mood!!!

 

 

 

Well...I started this blog on the 22nd after a tiring and overly stressful week, only to find I was sooo stressed that I couldn't write it without bursting into tears!!!

Now, after a good weekend, I am rested enough to share…

It all started off with me accepting an extra 10 hours overtime…silly me, I was only thinking of the money! The fact that I already work the hours of a full time job in three days PLUS being away from home for  the two nights in between, should have REALLY put me off doing any overtime what so ever (she says…sitting at work on a Monday...DOH!...they got me again!!!)

Monday went swimmingly…apart from being knackered from a double whammy at the weekend (friends on Saturday, family on Sunday, plus alcohol and much revelry)

Tuesday I was starting to wonder whether I should pull a sicky…maybe I had a premonition of the week to come! But being in my line of work, I feel obligated to fulfil my support role and I would only be left feeling guilty! So I went to work…

Tuesday morning always starts with a Team Meeting, but this week it was followed by my appraisal with my managers. It all went as good as expected as I do try to do my job well...but then we got onto the subject of my boss…well, the less said the better, but the conversation, which included the opinions of all three of us, left me stressed for the rest of the week and on a VERY short fuse!

So…Wednesday arrives…(all this time I am getting more and more tired due to the stress that is tiring me out, is also stopping me from sleeping )…and I snap at the boss. Well, I say snap but I really mean I overheard a conversation between my manager and him and some harsh words decided to fall out of my mouth of their own accord!!! In defence of my verbal diarrhoea, what I said was true of the way I was feeling and I didn’t feel any qualms about repeating it to him when he asked…much to the embarrassment of my manager!!!

Thursday, after another broken night, was again full of conversations relating to the boss and the resignation to the reality that I must leave a job I love …sooner being better than later…BEFORE I EXPLODE!

Friday…well…off my mouth went again. This time, much to the disgust of my manager, who, after being asked by the boss, what he had done wrong, came and told me off!!!

At this point, I had had enough and left for the sanctuary of a friends house to moan and unwind…thankyou friend, you know who you are!!!

So, an hour after leaving work I was fully relaxed and the weeks misdemeanours had been logged and put away…but NOT forgotten.

Does anyone else have an internal tick list, where things and people that rip away parts of their soul are logged?...Am I going to turn into a bitter old woman one day because I can’t let these things go?... Not that I remember most of them…as they are in the dusty old filing cabinets of my memory…until another similar twist of the knife in my soul jolts their ghost…from now on I will call them the Directory of Crimes against my Being!

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit…I’m morbid today!!! Aftershocks of the week past…and memories of my gothic childhood!!!

That was last week…

 This week starts on a weekend of retail therapy with a close friend (ow, my bank account!), walking in beautiful places(ow, my feet!), my daughter’s birthday(ow, bank account again!) and me and my beloved’s anniversary(aw!!!)…

What more can I ask for…my soul is complete again and I am ready for the week and the incessant gnawing ahead!

...oh yeah...get well soon Richard Hammond!!! Didn't your mother always tell you to keep away from jet cars!!!!

Thursday…yey!...I get to go home.

I can’t believe its come round so quick…I think I’m getting used to this working away from home lark. It’s only taken me 2 years!!!

I might even do some decorating this afternoon, as the weather is a bit crappy…or go slug hunting before the eat all my greenery. I wish the cats hunted and chomped on slugs instead of everything else…in fact, I think they are the only thing that they don’t chase. Could it do with them being a bit slow? (the slugs that is!) I wonder if I threw the slugs for them …made them move a bit faster…the boys would pay more interest and I wouldn’t have to go on slug culling expeditions…or keep refilling the traps! If you can train dogs to sniff out drugs and explosives…it’s possible. Mind you, I recently told a friend that we are cats’ slaves…which is true…therefore, they may get the taste of slug but then want me to fetch them anyway!

On another note, the reason why I was writing this blog…(Yes…I was seriously sidetracked and now my mind is full of pictures of the boys chasing flying slugs!)

Bin men…

Over the weeks…months…YEARS, they have lulled me into a false sense of security. We all know the rules…bin out at 7 or they are NOT PRESENTED and won’t be removed…when did they ever come at 7 I ask you?

Well, this morning they did.  I was woken to the sound of the bin lorry mocking me as I lay in bed(until I came round enough to know what was happening) at precisely 7am!

 Now, at home I would stick my dressing gown on then go and ‘present’ my bags…but being at work in a hostel of young men…that isn’t really an option. It is so much not an option that I do not bring a dressing gown to work with me!!! Outside the office door I am fully dressed inc. shoes and that is the rules!!! So, there I am trying to get my head round dressing while the disdainful laughter of the lorry continued…and…at one point, I thought I was going to make it. I reached the top of the stairs…and off they went.

 

It wouldn’t be so bad but for the bags being in a box that they can reach from the pavement!!!

I did it! I did it!

Downloading those photies only took me a whole day and three computers! I don't know if anyone else has suffered at the hands of the Windows Live Photo Upload Control, but it has run rings around me all day (apart from when I was in a meeting) THEN, I had to try and be patient until I got to a computer with Modzilla on....and I did it! MODZILLA RULES!!! Don't ask me why it works that way, but if any of you are struggling, load your space through the website from Modzilla (the almighty) and edit it from there. Hooray!!!!

 

As you can see, the boys are huge now (notice the small amount of sofa they left me...and, yes, it is a three seater) Though it looks like the starling survived it's ordeal as I couldn't find it under the water butt when I got back on Thursday. I guess it rested and flew off under the cover of night, while the boys are tucked up inside(or should I say, restrained?) away from tormenting the local wildlife.

 

We did the no kids...'lets go out and play!' thing on Saturday night. A pretty cheap and cheerful night really with plenty of good company, alcohol, loud music and dancing. In fact, so much dancing my, legs, arse and feet are still suffering...unfit or what!!! It's not something we do very often as friends tend to come and see us for a bit of P and Q, but after the taster on saturday I hope to be doing it more...kiddlyboos permitting!!!

I remember my early clubbing days down at Surfers and in the toon. I used to be able to party every night of the week, all night! No such luck now, though 3 am isn't bad!!! To tell you the truth, I don't think I'd want to do it now...life's more about preserving myself, not promoting black circles and wrinkles!!!

Back from my REALLY exciting hols...spent arguing at my mums and twiddling my thumbs at home while my beloved snored upstairs (why did I book holiday for when he was on nights...doh!) I had sooooooooooo much to do too...no matter. It wasn't that bad and now I'm back at work for three days and I'm already knackered...how does that work?

 

I was just looking through my space and realised the photos that I provide for you are well and truly out of date or none existant. The boys are big mean fluffy killing machines now. And I came back from tenerife 9 months ago!!!

So...my mission is to load up my stick at home with some groooooooooooooovy pics and bring them to work for your pleasure next week!!!! I hate not having tinternet at home (BLOODY ORANGE WANADOO!!!)

 

Back to the boys new menacing ways...I was sitting quietly watching Kerrang on Monday and heard a bird squalking for it's life outside the window. Before I had a chance, Hoki jumped on the window sill with his fangs around his new play thing. At which point I shouted 'NOT IN HERE! TAKE IT OUT!'. Hoki then dropped the bird on the inside side of the window where it proceeded to flutter about then hide itself under my comp desk. I did stick my hand under to prize it out but the thoughts of bird flu came into my head...I think i used one of my irish whistles in the end, all the while trying to stop Hoki, AND Sushi from grabbing it again. Not that I mind them killing starlings, we do have plenty, but the fact that this bird was leaking feathers all over my living room and if the cats had their way it would have been leaking guts too!

I eventually got the bird out without touching it (bird flu) and it hopped under my water butt, followed by the cats and shouts from me to the tone of 'KEEP YOUR CARNAGE OUTSIDE BOYS!'

Now, that was Monday, I did mean to check whether it had died from shock under there, this morning...but I forgot.

 

I hope I don't get back to smell and maggots and using my whistle to fetch out the remains...RIP Mr. Starling.

 

Talking about death...

 

May I just ask for a minutes silence for the passing of Steve 'crocodile hunter' Irwin. May the mad little man rest in peace...your cringeworthy foolishness will not be forgotten