Just getting up on Sunday morning. Not quite worked out why the times are so screwed up on here but that makes it about 11am. I've been awake for a little while already but as I seemed to watch the clock tick from hour to hour last night, I only had about 4 hours sleep in total, which is most definitely not enough. Can't work out how or why that happened but there you are. I don't feel lousy on it, which is good news, unlike the last few days when I've been unable to shift a headache, no particular reason for having it, which was pretty irritating. The challenge will be to stay awake until bedtime tonight and not just go back to sleep for a nap. It feels nice but I always regret it come 3am when I'm still awake.
So I have few plans for today. Hoovering and dusting needs to feature, after I looked laying in bed this morning and spotted a rather large cobweb. Well I've known it was overdue so I can't complain about it but it's not my favourite weekend activity. Going to see a friend who has a fairly small child. Not sure how small "small" is - thinking about 3 months old? She's pretty practical so isn't going to be asking if I'd like to hold the baby just cos. I don't mind being practical but don't have the urge to be near babies just because they are there.
I'm mulling over what to do about a friend being a bit pants. There are two sides to this - one is not returning calls, emails and resulting in you chasing, which I get annoyed about but most people go through those phases, myself included, so normally you just have to weather the storm. The one that annoys me more is that he's being somewhat careless with stuff - he has the keys to my garage because I store his drum kit and some other stuff that a few of his share (we play in a band together - well used to play in a band together, a different irritant) and I'm feeling both a little put out that he's being careless and doing things like leaving stuff outside (I came home to the spares box - that isn't owned by either of us but by another mate, also with garage-storing privileges - sitting on my bins), losing stuff (my chair disappeared after he borrowed it, it reappeared after a while but I had to play two gigs without it, which was uncomfortable) and the one that REALLY gets me is coming around and accessing the garage when I'm home, without even ringing the doorbell to say hello. One day it will be a thief and I'm going to ignore the noise of the garage opening just as I assume it's him again.
He's absolutely terrible at confrontation - he avoids it in a way that often makes the situation worse, you've never seen anyone like it. So the couple of pointed comments I've made to date have done nothing. I don't see very much of him any more, so if I do say anything, I'm going to have to go around to see him, which isn't a great motivation to do it - I'm not keen on going to visit just to argue with someone.
I'm just leaving it still at the moment, just to see if it's me being extra picky or if it continues. I'm going to have to say something I know. Just what and when I'm not sure. Why can't life be easy?!
Sunday 23 October 2011
Sunday 16 October 2011
Sunday evening, doing something other than what I'd planned to do
I'm sitting at home watching sad teen films. Well, a sad teen film with the plan of watching Spooks at 9pm. The plan had been to have a band rehearsal but between my very nice man being dragged away for work (Nice is nice when you can choose to go there but not when you've got to get there because there are no sensible flights tomorrow morning) and one of the other lasses has been called on to parent duty - child who's stressed about some work for next week and of course she had to step up.
I've been less than productive today. My man left around 11 this morning and I watched tv for a big, fell asleep on the sofa (what am I like) and haven't done much other than go to Tesco for some food shopping - oh and then tried to multi-task whilst making dinner which resulted in well done lamb steak, overcooked vegetables and the smoke detector going off.
The weekend was otherwise good fun. I met up with a friend on Friday - she's got 2 kids but is very practical with it and so we had a good chat. She has a cute 3 year old and a very well-behaved little one - really, 4 hours and not a wimper. Friday evening I was really tired so we didn't go out. And on Saturday we went for a 9 mile walk around a local reservoir - the weather was so beautiful, really warm and not a cloud in the sky. And in the evening we went to a 40th celebration - a gathering with good friends rather than a big party which was lovely. We spent a nice time chatting and laughing - I don't laugh enough I sometimes realise.
So back to work tomorrow, boo hiss. Last week wasn't too bad but it's still not fun. I'm hoping next week will continue to go well. Fingers crossed. Hope everyon else had a fun weekend.
I've been less than productive today. My man left around 11 this morning and I watched tv for a big, fell asleep on the sofa (what am I like) and haven't done much other than go to Tesco for some food shopping - oh and then tried to multi-task whilst making dinner which resulted in well done lamb steak, overcooked vegetables and the smoke detector going off.
The weekend was otherwise good fun. I met up with a friend on Friday - she's got 2 kids but is very practical with it and so we had a good chat. She has a cute 3 year old and a very well-behaved little one - really, 4 hours and not a wimper. Friday evening I was really tired so we didn't go out. And on Saturday we went for a 9 mile walk around a local reservoir - the weather was so beautiful, really warm and not a cloud in the sky. And in the evening we went to a 40th celebration - a gathering with good friends rather than a big party which was lovely. We spent a nice time chatting and laughing - I don't laugh enough I sometimes realise.
So back to work tomorrow, boo hiss. Last week wasn't too bad but it's still not fun. I'm hoping next week will continue to go well. Fingers crossed. Hope everyon else had a fun weekend.
Saturday 8 October 2011
Please world, stop picking on me .....
I'm feeling a bit battered and bruised today, quite literally because I've got a bruise on the back of my hand from nowhere and got a jab yesterday which means I have a very achy arm. But also metaphorically. I've moved from feeling very happy and positive to feeling like the world is out to get me this week - and I need to think my way through that so that next week is better.
Carrying on with the medical theme, I've been to the surgery twice this week, unheard of for me. Once to have a further doctor's appointment about the headache I've now had for the best part of four months. This was my third visit and involved the doctor asking "what do you want to get out of this" - I've had a headache for four months, as well as making it go away, I was hoping for some kind of explanation. It's not normal and not right - and therefore not fair. I'm being referred to a neurologist, not actually what I wanted, although I'm not sure what I was after. Until then, I'm taking daily tablets, not my preferred approach. My trip to the nurse on Friday was to get a typhoid jab, in preparation for my holiday - yay. But I was told that malaria tablets can only be by private prescription and that this costs £10 to get the Doctor to write a prescription before it works out at about £3 per tablet. I accept that I have to pay for the medication but £10 for the script is outrageous! It must be in the NHS's interest for me to take malaria tablets. I'm pretty left wing in my views and as a single woman with no children and a well-paid job, I accept that I pay more tax than I will ever get back from any services - indeed I more than accept that, I believe it is morally right. And I also am comfortable with means testing where appropriate. But £10 for a doctor to write a prescription - really?
I'm also feeling a bit picked on at work. We're restructuring which is difficult and we have to do a lot of paperwork and also ask our staff to apply for jobs and it's stressful for all. I've agreed to coordinate the process and I'm really disturbed by the views that some of my colleagues take of the process. They're not taking it seriously which is just outrageous - yes, we also have busy day jobs but we are leaders and managers and that has to be our first priority right now. But what I'm REALLY feeling sore about is that due to someone else's disorganisation, I had to come in on Friday for 1 hour to complete something that was scheduled for Thursday. I don't work on Fridays. Coming in for that one hour took me nearly 4 hours in travel time because trains are slower ourside morning and evening peaks. And the person whose fault it was didn't even acknowledge what I did - didn't even apologise for screwing up my week.
So after going to work on Friday, going to the doctors to get jabbed and stung for a prescription and finally getting rained on as I left the surgery - really heavy drops that get you wet very quickly - I felt really picked on by the time I got home.
I'm looking for a nice weekend. I'm starting with a blank canvas. I have no plans - I need to do some tidying up and cleaning at home, not fun but necessary and hopefully something from which I can get a sense of achievement (let's face it, the spare room is messy enough right now that if I can put all the washing away and do the filing, I will have achieved quite a great deal). Otherwise, I'm going to do nice things for me I think. Not sure what but something nice. Because the work stuff will continue and I'll need to have some resilience to get on with work next week.
Carrying on with the medical theme, I've been to the surgery twice this week, unheard of for me. Once to have a further doctor's appointment about the headache I've now had for the best part of four months. This was my third visit and involved the doctor asking "what do you want to get out of this" - I've had a headache for four months, as well as making it go away, I was hoping for some kind of explanation. It's not normal and not right - and therefore not fair. I'm being referred to a neurologist, not actually what I wanted, although I'm not sure what I was after. Until then, I'm taking daily tablets, not my preferred approach. My trip to the nurse on Friday was to get a typhoid jab, in preparation for my holiday - yay. But I was told that malaria tablets can only be by private prescription and that this costs £10 to get the Doctor to write a prescription before it works out at about £3 per tablet. I accept that I have to pay for the medication but £10 for the script is outrageous! It must be in the NHS's interest for me to take malaria tablets. I'm pretty left wing in my views and as a single woman with no children and a well-paid job, I accept that I pay more tax than I will ever get back from any services - indeed I more than accept that, I believe it is morally right. And I also am comfortable with means testing where appropriate. But £10 for a doctor to write a prescription - really?
I'm also feeling a bit picked on at work. We're restructuring which is difficult and we have to do a lot of paperwork and also ask our staff to apply for jobs and it's stressful for all. I've agreed to coordinate the process and I'm really disturbed by the views that some of my colleagues take of the process. They're not taking it seriously which is just outrageous - yes, we also have busy day jobs but we are leaders and managers and that has to be our first priority right now. But what I'm REALLY feeling sore about is that due to someone else's disorganisation, I had to come in on Friday for 1 hour to complete something that was scheduled for Thursday. I don't work on Fridays. Coming in for that one hour took me nearly 4 hours in travel time because trains are slower ourside morning and evening peaks. And the person whose fault it was didn't even acknowledge what I did - didn't even apologise for screwing up my week.
So after going to work on Friday, going to the doctors to get jabbed and stung for a prescription and finally getting rained on as I left the surgery - really heavy drops that get you wet very quickly - I felt really picked on by the time I got home.
I'm looking for a nice weekend. I'm starting with a blank canvas. I have no plans - I need to do some tidying up and cleaning at home, not fun but necessary and hopefully something from which I can get a sense of achievement (let's face it, the spare room is messy enough right now that if I can put all the washing away and do the filing, I will have achieved quite a great deal). Otherwise, I'm going to do nice things for me I think. Not sure what but something nice. Because the work stuff will continue and I'll need to have some resilience to get on with work next week.
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