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Monday Evening, Pleased
Dec. 29th, 2008 11:37 pmOh my god. My workmates? Are lovely, lovely people.
So, it's been alternately hot and stormy today (sometimes both at once). As befits any good story, it was one when I got on the train to work, and quite another when I got off. Despite it being a relatively short walk I was truly sopping by the time I reached my building. I looked, and felt, as though I had just stepped out of a shower. I of course had neither jacket or umbrella, you see. Clever little darling that I am.
It was hectic when I arrived. My shift-partner was already logged in. The previous shift stayed back to help us out. (And it got worse from there, much, much worse, with giant messes that other companies had caused and should have been dealing with, staff all over the place, and so many irate people I don't even want to remember it. I know I stuffed up a lot of things this evening, and that in combination with the extra shit I had to deal with irritates me a great deal.) However. I am not here to talk about that. I am here because I am delighted and I am delighted because I have the best workmates ever.
You see we had settled into work. And then suddenly the security doors open. And there is the delightful and wonderful J, delivering a package of towel, top and jumper. All for me. Why? Because she is lovely.
And I get to keep the top. ^^
So yes. Today was a win/fail. I also seem to have really done something nasty to my back, and it looks as though I'm going to have to go to the doctor. I don't ... really want to go to the doctor. Not because I'm afraid of doctors or anything, I'm not, but, well. They're expensive, and I don't really have the time, and I haven't had to go since I moved out of home. I haven't been to a doctor for anything but immunisations for, oh god, four years now? Maybe more?
Yeah. I just ... I don't want to have to admit that something is wrong enough for me to have to go to the doctor. I just want this to pass. I just don't think it will. :(
In good news though, my gas appears to be fixed. Yay! ... Uh. I mean the gas that heats my water and oven. Um. Not any intestinal problems that I don't currently have. ... Oh dear.
(And oh gods, I'm using emoticons. Am I tired? Yes. Yes I am.)
So, it's been alternately hot and stormy today (sometimes both at once). As befits any good story, it was one when I got on the train to work, and quite another when I got off. Despite it being a relatively short walk I was truly sopping by the time I reached my building. I looked, and felt, as though I had just stepped out of a shower. I of course had neither jacket or umbrella, you see. Clever little darling that I am.
It was hectic when I arrived. My shift-partner was already logged in. The previous shift stayed back to help us out. (And it got worse from there, much, much worse, with giant messes that other companies had caused and should have been dealing with, staff all over the place, and so many irate people I don't even want to remember it. I know I stuffed up a lot of things this evening, and that in combination with the extra shit I had to deal with irritates me a great deal.) However. I am not here to talk about that. I am here because I am delighted and I am delighted because I have the best workmates ever.
You see we had settled into work. And then suddenly the security doors open. And there is the delightful and wonderful J, delivering a package of towel, top and jumper. All for me. Why? Because she is lovely.
And I get to keep the top. ^^
So yes. Today was a win/fail. I also seem to have really done something nasty to my back, and it looks as though I'm going to have to go to the doctor. I don't ... really want to go to the doctor. Not because I'm afraid of doctors or anything, I'm not, but, well. They're expensive, and I don't really have the time, and I haven't had to go since I moved out of home. I haven't been to a doctor for anything but immunisations for, oh god, four years now? Maybe more?
Yeah. I just ... I don't want to have to admit that something is wrong enough for me to have to go to the doctor. I just want this to pass. I just don't think it will. :(
In good news though, my gas appears to be fixed. Yay! ... Uh. I mean the gas that heats my water and oven. Um. Not any intestinal problems that I don't currently have. ... Oh dear.
(And oh gods, I'm using emoticons. Am I tired? Yes. Yes I am.)
