My head hurts, my throat is sore and my eyes are watering. It could be due to lack of sleep by the semi-late night last night (Some people are so inconsiderate to have b'days on a Wednesday!) I could also have caught the dreaded lurgy that everyone seems to be succumbing to in my office. Hopefully its the former and a night in wearing my new winter pj's and an early night will sort me right out.
At the moment I just cannot afford to be having any time off work sickly. Not financially of course but because we are now in handover phase due to the redundancies so as well as doing my work and the half a job I inherited when Flake walked out I will also be covering H's stuff while she is trained up on something else. Don't get me wrong, I like the challenge of being busy (as well as the fact that the day goes a lot quicker!!). What I do object to is the fact that my boss decided to announce at quarter to one yesterday afternoon that H would start training on the new stuff today.
Fine it has to be done but could it not have waited till a day when there weren't reports to be done, training to be done over the phone with the Dublin office and reports to write for customers (all of which needed doing before 11am). What about our hadover??
My boss seems to be wondering why I have the hump with him, its just the lack of communication and consideration that pisses me off. Plus we found out yesterday that we meant to be moving up to the second floor before Christmas so we have loads of archiving and stuff to sort out as well. AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!
Anyway, rant over, today I met the sweetest and most bonkers old man!! There was me innocently toddling along to a WW meeting for a weigh in and there's this little white haired old guy hovering about outside who looks at me and declares 'you don't need to be going in there, you look lovely and you have a lovely face' (aw bless!). He then proceeded to talk to me about his ex-neighbours who never paid their rent and had to keep moving house; the time in 1974 that he worked in a pub in Southend (good old Essex seaside); and his girlfriend (apparently he's 88!) After talking to me for 20 minutes he decided that I had such a nice manner that he would give me some poems he had written!!
So the little poems I got from him read
You're my inspiration, in everything I do
Happiness to me my dear, is sharing life with you
There is a place within my heart, you alone can fill
Because you mean so much to me, Because you always will
Hope you will be happy in all you do
May you days be wonderful, just like you
Now all I need to do is find someone in my age range that will write me poems!! Anyone????!