Working 9 to 5,6,7…
* yawn * I am wrecked. But working off adreneline. 12 hour days are over-rated. And those people who think its the norm need to get a life. I can direct you to one. I don’t usually rant about work for various reasons on here. But at the moment, I am working all the hours because of someone else slacking off and also taking the blame for a late delivery date. To say I am angry would be an understatement. I am conscientious worker. At all times. Never before have I been involved in anything like this shambles of a project and now I have to scramble everything together for a delivery date of tomorrow? There are some people out there who love doing other peoples work and who seem to think its their job in life to make sure the job gets done regardless. I’m not one of those people. A job is a means to an end. It pays bills and ensures that there is moula to be had for fun times. It is not life. That said, I am lucky to be in a job I mostly enjoy, present crap aside. So whilst I am here typing I should probably be coding but my brain is cabbage after yesterday’s coding marathon. Who knew you could clean and build a project so many times. I was wrecked yesterday as well before I got in and landed with this mess.
The weekend was a busy one of mod meets and flat pack furniture. We shall quickly gloss over the hangover that nearly had be throwing up after training. It was my own fault. No food and a few pints on Friday evening whilst stressed is not a good idea. Its a good idea if you are staying in bed the following morning. Not a good idea if your instructor decides to go for the burn with skipping in between bag work. Bag work I love. I could do with some bag work now. But skipping whilst your head feels like it is splitting in 2 and one part is hovering above you is tough. My partner was a new girl, very polite. She actually volunteered her name. She thought it was only mannerly before we started beating each up. I thought it a very valid point.
The mod meet for pride went very well and I was impressed with the turn out and the commitment from the troops. They are an eager bunch. We went through our plans and assigned tasks. So its all systems go. From there it was off to cheer on Leinster in ruggers as they managed a surprise win. I say surprise because that about sums up Mammy2’s reaction to the win. A happy camper nonetheless. That evening was all about chatting to the kid. She was having problems with her man. I had no clue what to do apart from resist the urge to make tea and drive out to Balbriggan with it. Mammy2 as always knew all the right things to say. The kid was annoyed that the boyf didn’t seem to understand her need to hang out with her mates af Fibbers. As most of the time she didn’t drink when she went, she just liked to dance and hang with other people who wore a lot of black eye make up. Mammy2 suggested talking to him and explaining this. Numerous txts and a phone conversation later, things were good.
Sunday saw us living up to the stereotype of being lesbians by heading around to a mates to help flat pack furniture assembly. Our timing couldn’t have been better, as we arrvied at the apartment, the van was being unloaded after travelling down from Ikea. With the mate living on the 3rd floor and the lift broken, we were warmly welcomed and handed a few items. Luckily, as they say many hands make light work. Everything was assembled in record time and we swam home through the torrents of rain after 9.30 as I had a lot of work still to do on another project. I really enjoyed the community feel of everyone helping out. He seems to have gotten a load of work done to the place already with his painting parties. Its a good idea and nice for people to help each out. See what happens with too much work and lack of sleep? I start to see the good in every one and all that drivel. Sheesh. We did get an Ikea catalogue for our troubles though and if you have never had a flick through one, I advise you to pick one up. Those things are gayer then a copy of GCN. Or perhaps it was just because Mammy2 was pointing out all the gay couples in it. She says gay in everything. Although we asked the guys what it was like, and they said around every corner there were a gaggle of gay men or a group of lesbians. What is the correct term for a group of lesbians? A pride? A litter? What about gay men? A plethora? Answers on a postcard please.
Tonight was supposed to be my first swimming lesson. As it is, I won’t be able to make it. The gym where Mammy2 trains seems to do them on a regular basis so in another six weeks they will probably be running another one. Its something I’ve thought about for a while and it seems like its one of the more useful sports. Most hotels you go to have a swimming pool and its also very good for fitness. Although the whole swimming hat as a Leo offends me greatly I reckon I could get over it.
