Observations of a Monday afternoon
I’m working late, ie waiting for my processor to finishing running. Its loading 400 trailers into our CMS so its taking its time. Understandably its probably tired after a long monday. What a welcome back. You’ve got 2 days to finish the channel was the order of the day and here I was thinking it would be a slow introduction back into the madness. I was shattered getting up this morning even though it wasn’t a late night, I just had trouble sleeping for some reason. Then this morning, I am walking towards my bus stop and I see my bus there, because of those brilliant numbers on the back malarky. I get to within about 10 yards of it and I’m at the stage where one doesn’t know whether one should break into a run and see the bus pull off with all the passengers in hysterics cause one missed it or just walk as normal. But you do find your ‘normal’ walk a lot more like a run and by the time you get to the door you fall in, clutching the door, screaming “I made it” and raising your hands in the air trumphantly as you await the presentation of the medal. No? Perhaps thats just me then.
Usually I’m not the last on the bus. This time I was and I spotted a seat, or at first glance what appeared to be a seat but turned out to be 1.5 inches of a seat, because the rest was being taken up by an extremely stubborn woman who sat in the middle. And why? Because her umbrella wanted the inside seat. Thankfully, I’m a small person and by the time I neared the end of my bus trip, I was thinking of entering the Bus Seat Cheek Balancing Championships. What do you mean there’s no such thing? They have a championship for everything from air guitar to extreme ironing. I don’t know about you but to me extreme ironing sounds like something you ask the wife to do when she’s dying of a hangover. Taking ones life into one’s own hands as it were. So yes there I was perched for want of a better word. The wagon wouldn’t move in. She never even acknowleded there was a small person clinging to life just beside her, at any stage if the bus stopped suddenly I could have disppeared into the abyss. Known simply to others as the bus floor. As I got off I made sure to glare. You know the one. “I can’t believe you wouldn’t pull in a bit and you were keeping a seat for your umbrella, you mad bint. I bet you had loads of friends in school and thanks to you I can’t feel my right ass cheek” Oh yes, I can say a lot with a glare.
It was back to work with a bang as I said at the start of this post. I’m still here, after the best laid plans of heading training were quickly shot by the amount of work that has to be done in a 2 day turn around. I’m not too peeved about it, I reckon I’ll get the bulk of it done and can still head training on Wed. Only problem is I had planned to go to the Ploughing Championships with the brother next week and now this is not happening. I reckon they think we’re lucky we are allowed home to sleep. Speaking of which I hope I get some sleep this evening. The muggy weather doesn’t help. Or perhaps it was the paint fumes from when we painted the bedroom, who knows. Guess what? My processor is still running. Its such a diva at times.
