½ Day Hell

Just a small bit of news to start. Today I noticed that this is my 100th blog. I’m not sure whether to be proud or cry into my spaghetti hoops. Maybe I’ll celebrate later with a Starbucks. A centennial of rants.

The reason for my radio silence is that I have been away, far, far away. Well not physically but mentally for sure, work could not have been farther from my mind over this lovely long weekend. Thursday night I ran screaming in joy from the building throwing handfuls of paper into the air and sending my pen tidy skittering across my desk in celebration. Goodbye losers! Farewell freaks! See you on the other side!

But it all goes by far too quickly and before you know it you’re back sat at your desk turning off your out of office (resentfully) and going through the 6 million emails (4 of which are of relevance to you) you have received over the period of 2 ½ working days. One big mistake I made was returning on a half day, i.e. coming into the office after lunch at 1pm. My advice to you would be to never take a ½ day that way round, always take it in the afternoon, dragging yourself into work after a morning off is HARD and those 4 hours shall be the slowest of your life. For me it just worked out that that was the way it had to be, personal commitments were required and I didn’t want to use up that other ½ day of precious annual leave but if you have the choice just throw caution to the wind and take the whole day. Lesson learnt.

What didn’t help was that I also returned to a huge steaming pile of cack at work. People shouting down the phone at me about things I wasn’t responsible for, cold calls for the feckin’ database, emails from HR that just pissed me off no end and to top it all it was raining so I was looking forward to a cycle home in the wet. Huge, massive grump on let me tell you! I managed to shake it off soon after leaving the building in the drizzle and this morning was an improvement (people had stopped shouting for one thing) so today has been better.

I’m off again on Friday so with a 2 ½ day working week I can’t complain that much I suppose (but you know I will….) and then next week another Friday off and the following week is a bank holiday weekend. I might just save up all my annual leave next year and book off every Friday so I end up with a 4 day week here. Brilliant plan. I’d end up just wanting to work a 3 day week though, I know I’d never be satisfied.

On the up side we won 5-1 at netball today! Stunned and amazed I was! Well lets be honest we haven’t had the best run this season and what with the various injuries we’re one or two players short. It was a clincher of a match though; we needed to win it to carry on into the ¼ finals so clearly we must play well under pressure. Let’s hope this winning streak (can you call one win a ‘streak’?) continues and in several weeks you find a photo of me sporting the netball trophy! Well stranger things have happened. Not many but I’m sure there’s some.