Early start this morning, because that's what you want on a Monday. Designated Driver had to go in early, and by 'early' she (allegedly) means about 7.00 - the girl is ridiculously dedicated - so J had to drive me in, then carry on (and over, and round) to her own office, and she had to be on time because NewBoss, whose very existence is the cause of many of our present woes, was supposed to be back from holiday today. This all went swimmingly until - literally - some five minutes from my office, and I mean five minutes walk, when we got stuck in a traffic jam at the roundabout outside town. And stuck, and stuck, and stuck. Cue major guilt on my part, because the last thing I want to do is to contribute to J's stress. But have I mentioned recently just how big a pain in the arse it is to be living in the middle of nowhere, and working just to the left of centre of nowhere, and to have no public transport ...?
OwnBoss was also back from hols today, which was a little mad on her part, as it was her birthday. Be damned if I would come back from hols on my birthday, but I guess she's another dedicated one. Not that it takes much to be more dedicated than I am. I'd remembered to wrap her pressie over the weekend, and put it in my bag, but it suddenly dawned on me just as we were about to leave that, because we are crap, we hadn't managed to organise an office card. So I grabbed the most appropriate I could find from my emergency card stash (not very: pink and girlie, which M is not, not at all), and raced round before she got in, to get everyone - those that were there, which is at least more than there were last week - to sign it. Falling up the stairs along the way. Ow. I seem to fall over a lot these days.
Computers were kind-of fked again today; mine gave me a mild heart attack when it looked as though it wasn't going to let me log on (it'd thrown a mild wobbly on Friday, when I closed down), but it was just slow. The email, on the other hand, really was fked, and stayed fked all day. I got Friday's messages around 11.00, the weekends around 1, and I never did get most of today's at all. And yet somehow the world continues to function.
M had bought her son in - his school clearly doesn't go back quite yet. Not sure what Mr M was doing. Anyway. He's a polite and well-behaved child, who sat and wrote a school report and read a TinTin book (not TinTin in the Congo, alas) and played pooter games in rotation and, if he hadn't kept making this weird snorting noise I would never have known he was there at all. Also, M asked if I'd like to go to lunch with them, which is pretty much unheard of, so that was nice. Although the sandwich shop tried v hard to give me chicken ...
It turned out J's NewBoss had not come back at all, so that is still Looming. However, GC came around this evening, which I am sure helped cheer her up a bit. I made risotto, and got rid of one of the puddings that's been clogging up the freezer, all of which seemed to go down well. (GC always is v polite about my cooking, so, you know. He can stay.)
Two new episodes of Brothers and Sisters tonight, so that made me happy, at least for a couple of hours. It has dull bits (hello, Joe and Sarah!), but then there is Senator Hair Boy and, separately, boykissage. And snark. Never forget the snark.
Spent way too much money in Boots at lunchtime, on OMGDRUGZ, of course, and also fizzy vitamins, to try to help me stay awake, and menopause pills to try out to see if they make a difference. It would be so nice to sleep through the night for once; I generally wake up at 3 in the morning, melting. Then I come back from the bathroom and fall on top of the bed in the wrong direction, because it's cooler, and then wake up again a bit later, completely disoriented. I could do without it, really. Noted that the money-off voucher that came off the till was for wrinkle cream (anti-, that is), thank you very much. Tying in to the menopause pills, I assume, and GC confirmed: he says when he buys boy-stuff for him, he gets vouchers for cologne, and when he buys girl-stuff for A, he gets girlie vouchers. Sometimes I think this sort of thing is scary and that Our Every Move is Being Watched. Mostly I just think cool, free stuff. I am so easily bought.
Had planned to take a couple of days off at the end of this week, but UberBoss is away, and it would be a shame to waste the freedom ...
