If you've gotta go, go with a bang

It's one of those days where I can't openly say what I want to. But those who know me know that if I have to work a fourteen hour shift, it's been a good day at the office.

Since my team was formed last July, we've been conscious that major success has evaded us. A near miss a couple of weeks back, lots of minor things, but none of the big stuff, and frankly we felt bad for our boss who's a decent sort, practical guy, one of my own grade on temporary promotion thus he's not yet tainted with the rubbish that goes with being management. We'd have liked to have got him something good before then end, I guess that's motivation, some kind of teamwork and proves I'm not completely braindead. The team disbands today. Yesterday we finally got our big kill, at the last possible moment. It could have been choreographed. And it went like clockwork, even to my anal standards. All the systems were involved, all performed their job right on the button. We've all already worked more hours of the year than we're contracted to, and the year (financial) ends on Saturday so given that we've worked a double shift, the boss has told us not to come in today.

What a way to go.

In response, a little spaced out today. Wasn't home til half two in the morning, slept til eleven when I woke to find the cat crashed out by my feet. Awwwww. As I've said on here before, he can be sensitive when he wants to. Don't quite know what to do with the day, or how to start it. There's things to sort and bills to pay, which I aught go get a grip of. However, I feel a little out of synch, that's the best way to put it. Not sure what I'm going to do, with whom or when. Aught to tackle this place but just feel out of sorts. I think a couple of hours mooching is in order here. Might pop into the office for an hour or so, see if there's anything for me to do.