Life is a rollercoaster
After last week’s shenanigans in the secretaries’ office I was rather grateful to have a long weekend to recover.
Well, it would have been great to recover. Highlights of the retrogaming event at the weekend involved comforting one of our friends who had a mini-meltdown and started to cry all over me when I gave him a hug, the Scousers (Liverpudlians, people from Liverpool) who were tossed out of their hotel room at 5.30am on Sunday by the cops, arrested for breach of the peace and subsequently entertained the whole restaurant with their tale during breakfast , plus meeting and greeting too many people for it to be hygienically safe, surely. (That’s the problem with geeks, we all know each other…).
As expected, the weekend otherwise consisted of eating junk food, drinking wine, gaming and sleeping.
I was very grateful to have booked the Monday off work, even though it put them in a bit of a scrape. After spending Monday wandering around at home alternating between typing furiously and doing housework, I returned to work yesterday to find a note from the senior admin asking me to attend their office for the rest of the week as the sick secretary was still sick. Her doctor had signed her off, but even so, when she came in to hand in her paperwork, she tried to do some jobs. The rest of the staff quickly decided she was not well enough to be in work and sent her off home again.
So for me, it’s back to the 8am-5ish-pm workdays this week. Compounded this evening by the fact that one of the main roads out of the city was closed due to a serious accident. The traffic on the other was gridlocked, and so Mr C suggested that I should walk up to the town centre. This I duly did, in my formal boots and a skirt. Over 2.5 miles and 40 minutes later I stepped wearily onto the bus home, which itself was 10 minutes late.
Having left here on the 06:56 bus this morning, I returned on the 18:35 this evening. I can look forward to more of that length of workday as the audit deadline inches ever closer. Our new secretary will start before Christmas though so I only have a few more days before I can retreat to my own office again. I’ll miss my colleagues, the warmth and the daylight up in the secretaries’ office but beggars can’t be choosers.
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