Grump

Moody City here today, including yours truly. Maybe it’s catching as I actually walked into the office in quite a good mood this morning? Kirstie is being a right old whinger and keeps getting me to smack her with a wooden spoon every time she does (don’t ask). She’s very busy but we all know this and it’s starting to hack me off every time she opens her mouth to complain about someone or stress about something. I think she might even be sighing louder than CJ.

CJ is off this week so it could be the lack of her whinging means everyone feels they have to up the anti to compensate for the lack of negativity in the room. Gunner and Ginger have been ranting all day about this new system the big wigs are installing and how they want them to transfer over 1000’s of lines of information from the old system. Gunner can be quite ‘old school’ for a young(er) guy in the office, one of those people who fears change, so any talk of the system and it’s all moan, moan, “it won’t work” etc etc. Yes it’s shit but just shut up and get on with it because the moaning is only going to lengthen the process and make it all the more painful. But they don’t, they hope it will all go away and be forgotten about – which I know from experience never happens.

I feel for them as I have been on data entry duty today. Another factor for my mood I think, data entry tends to suck the life and soul from me and leave me bereft of caring. Today so much in fact that I have been deleting emails from companies who haven’t given me enough information for the database. “No address? No website? Fuck off then!” I can’t bring the enthusiasm to pen an email asking for this information and they look like some dodgy company run off the back of a wagon so sod it. Makes my job a whole lot quicker. It’s partly my fault as I have let the emails build up from about 4 weeks ago and just ignored them. So when I logged in today there was 50 plus to go through. Oh how my heart sank. I have been busy though rather than procrastinating as usual.

I think the break er, I mean training in Dorset next week will be a nice break from the norm. Hell I’d rather sit in a cab for the entire duration of the course rather than sit here typing names and addresses I can’t find into little boxes. Getting some fresh air (undoubtedly in the torrential rain) along the coast line on field trips and seeing the sights of Swanage with the odd cream tea and deck chair thrown in. Hopefully I won’t need my wooden spoon. I shall return refreshed and raring to go! Full of industry knowledge! Bring on the data!

I think I might be slightly delirious, I can see spreadsheets swimming in front of my eyes and phrases such as “Dear Sirs and Madams” and “I am hoping you are good health and life!” going round in my head. Time for a jaffa cake.