One better day
No, not really.
Currently one tired teddy. Been at work, yep. Was out and about yesterday, the team being led by one of the senior blokes, so missing the problem in the load we were sent to look at isn't really my fault. Honest. We reported it back as "nothing found but we're not quite happy" so a second team went out to check it out after we'd referred it back, and immediately identified a bunch of stuff that I feel I should have spotted first time around. All the parts of the puzzle were there to see, we just didn't put them together correctly. So, a major success was pulled by the afternoon shift, after we'd missed it; nobody's cross and everyone is justifying us, being ok about, but frankly I'm not at all happy. In fact, I feel pretty awful about it. Embarassing really. Hell, at the end of the day, we got the success, but I felt my team could have done a whole lot better and didn't join the celebrating but apologised to my boss instead. Didn't much feel like joining in today's routine inspections, so got a set of overalls on , got the hoses out and cleaned a bunch of our filthy vans instead... I don't think I was subconciously indulging in any form of self inflicted pennance, rather just wanted to get some time to myself to get my head together. Could feel the old Black Dog reaching out and a real cob on starting, so had to do *something* about it.
As it is, I've got a few days off coming up now, starting tomorrow so I'll get myself turned around, go for a big drink at the weekend and be back up and running next time I'm in.
Was wandering around Tommy Esco's an hour or so back, amongst the stuff I had to pick up was a Mothers Day card. Now, I'm not one for dissing yet another one of Clinton Card's opportunities to buy their chairman another yacht, but there's plantations in the Caribbean that are less sugary than the heavilly pink Mothers Day card isle. What I want to know is, just how screwed in the head do you have to be to write the verses that go inside? Surely it must affect your mentality. Can't be good. It's all marketting of course, and you know where I stand on that one. Was pretty restrained actually, didn't buy anything I wasn't supposed to apart from one book, "The lovely bones". Don't know a lot about this, except that Peter Jackson's bought the rights to make a film of it. Is it a suitable bloke for a blokey? Have I inadvertantly bought chick fiction? Answers on a postcard....
Anyway. Where has this afternoon gone? It's already five and I've not made the calls I had to make at three. How remiss of me. Things to to. TTFN.
Currently one tired teddy. Been at work, yep. Was out and about yesterday, the team being led by one of the senior blokes, so missing the problem in the load we were sent to look at isn't really my fault. Honest. We reported it back as "nothing found but we're not quite happy" so a second team went out to check it out after we'd referred it back, and immediately identified a bunch of stuff that I feel I should have spotted first time around. All the parts of the puzzle were there to see, we just didn't put them together correctly. So, a major success was pulled by the afternoon shift, after we'd missed it; nobody's cross and everyone is justifying us, being ok about, but frankly I'm not at all happy. In fact, I feel pretty awful about it. Embarassing really. Hell, at the end of the day, we got the success, but I felt my team could have done a whole lot better and didn't join the celebrating but apologised to my boss instead. Didn't much feel like joining in today's routine inspections, so got a set of overalls on , got the hoses out and cleaned a bunch of our filthy vans instead... I don't think I was subconciously indulging in any form of self inflicted pennance, rather just wanted to get some time to myself to get my head together. Could feel the old Black Dog reaching out and a real cob on starting, so had to do *something* about it.
As it is, I've got a few days off coming up now, starting tomorrow so I'll get myself turned around, go for a big drink at the weekend and be back up and running next time I'm in.
Was wandering around Tommy Esco's an hour or so back, amongst the stuff I had to pick up was a Mothers Day card. Now, I'm not one for dissing yet another one of Clinton Card's opportunities to buy their chairman another yacht, but there's plantations in the Caribbean that are less sugary than the heavilly pink Mothers Day card isle. What I want to know is, just how screwed in the head do you have to be to write the verses that go inside? Surely it must affect your mentality. Can't be good. It's all marketting of course, and you know where I stand on that one. Was pretty restrained actually, didn't buy anything I wasn't supposed to apart from one book, "The lovely bones". Don't know a lot about this, except that Peter Jackson's bought the rights to make a film of it. Is it a suitable bloke for a blokey? Have I inadvertantly bought chick fiction? Answers on a postcard....
Anyway. Where has this afternoon gone? It's already five and I've not made the calls I had to make at three. How remiss of me. Things to to. TTFN.
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 5:25 pm
1 Comments:
I've read 'My Lovely Bones' and it makes you think. It's not Chick Lit so you should enjoy it, it's a bit dark and no happy ending....but if I can tackle it in three days, I'm sure a man of your calibre can :o)
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