One Darn Thing After Another
You know Those Days .
Those days where nothing goes right for trying.
Mr Chazer and I have - independently of the other - had one such each today.
He is three colleagues down in his area. Two have leave. One has been required to spend time presenting to external visitors about what the team does. To say Mr Chazer is bushed tonight is an understatement. He'll sleep well tonight, certainly.
He spent the day trying to do the work of two men, booking in and shifting out orders for various locations on site. His boss, meanwhile, was entertaining the bigwigs in the nearby lecture theatre.
Meantime I have been struggling to wake up for work all week. It happens, and is not always the fault of too much wine the night before.
So I ALMOST caught the 07:56 bus this morning. Delayed, as it often is, but still pulling away while I was 100m down the hill from the stop. Then I had to wait for the next connection to work when I finally trailed into town.
Shortly after I arrived, my mentor nipped in and out of the office with her bits for the Divisional meeting. She went to make a cuppa and came back within a few minutes to pick her papers and pen up. I didn't see her again. A few minutes later, a gaggle of people appeared at the door asking to use the office for a meeting. The Head of Department had already been evicted from her office for another meeting, and was holding court in the corridor, so who was I to argue?
Turns out that one of our front desk staff and her external examination assessors had been using the meeting room, but had been unceremoniously turfed out by my mentor, as they hadn't actually officially booked it. They hadn't been aware of the official meeting room booking procedures, it seems. I offered to leave the office, but was told this was not necessary.
So, for the next 90 minutes or so, I played host to my colleague and her assessors. Occasionally I wandered off, in search of another colleague or another cup of tea, but generally, I worked on while they nattered in the background.
I have subsequently booked her the meeting room for her assessment next month, but with the caveat that if anyone else with more clout than us needs it, she may find herself looking for another venue.
I was quite rattled by this, and had a word with my Head of Department later. Apparently, the lass and her team have been told that they should only use the meeting room as a last resort and should find other locations to hold their assessments (we do have a whole building dedicated to training and assessment which they may be able to use, after all).
One of my clinical colleagues showed up after lunch, at which point I was able to calm down a bit and actually achieve a few things this afternoon.
Then came the journey home. Because I was later in this morning, I was later out. The traffic was mid-rush-several-hours and the bus drivers commensurately lower in patience. One of the park & ride drivers waited long enough, as I was running towards the bus , to let two PCSO community policemen on his vehicle, then shut the door firmly as I approached.
I mouthed at him and 'And I Love You Too, Thank You!' before sending a jokey tweet to his customer service colleagues. Another bus going to town arrived a few minutes later and I hopped on. As we pulled into the town stop, some 25 minutes later, I watched the service to the village ease past the bus I had just exited, and realised there was no way I would make it if I tried to run to the next stop.
20 minutes later at the main stop and I was STILL waiting for the next service (it runs, allegedly, every 20 minutes). 6 minutes later, a bus pulls in, lets passengers off, goes out of service and vanishes.
And the driver of the bus I eventually boarded, some 10 minutes later, did well not to wonder out loud why I looked so angry as I swiped my pass and shivered up the stairs to find a warmish spot on the top deck.
I still had to buy supper from the store on my way back home, and eventually crawled in nearly two hours after leaving my office.
Needless to say my plans for the rest of the evening are to pack my eBay sales and print postage, then, to adapt the Monopoly words:
Go to bed
Go directly to bed
Do not worry about eBay
Do not collect any extra monetary pounds
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