The hardest button to button

OK, so the entries from July and September are gone. Probably no loss in my case, I think I was merely complaining about how crap I felt and comments on visiting my parents which maybe best left unsaid now.

I feel like I’m treading water and not altogether successfully keeping my head from getting wet. I work in a very negative office these days and I never realised before how much negative energy effects me. I think I’m a magnet for it in some way. All anyone’s done recently is complain about the new working practises. That’s all they do, complain. They don’t start applying for new jobs (even though they say they’re leaving) they don’t shut up and get the hell on with it (even though they complain 50 minutes a day is possible). I think I’m giving myself an ulcer by keeping quiet. I just want to stand on my chair and scream the following at them all “Hate the new working practise? Then f*ck off! Either do something about it by leaving or learn to live with it. But for God’s sake shut the f*ck up whinging about it! It’s not hard to do 50 minutes of substandard subtitles a day. Maybe if you stopped making tea every 30 minutes, or stopped looking for cheap holidays that you can’t go on until next year cos you’ve got no more leave left, or stopped playing solitaire on your mobile, maybe if you stopped doing all these things and got the heck on with it, you’d actually manage 50 minutes a day. It can’t be that hard if I can bloody well manage it and fit some internet time in as well. As for your job prospects, you have unrealistic ideas about working. No-one will pay you £20K + to sit on your arse and surf the net all day. This is one of the cushiest jobs going. Don’t like the pay? Then what are you doing here? It was no secret how much they paid when you applied for the job. Now shut the f*ck so I can get on with my work without getting a headache by lunchtime.” I love my job, I just hate the office and the people in it. I wish they’d let me work from home. The latest stellar idea from management means that from November, we’ll be working in teams. I’d better not get anyone whiny or I’m liable to lose it and thump them. We’ll also start working shifts, working till 7 one night a week. I’d rather work a full week of lates then 4 weeks of normal shift simply because I think one late night a week will screw up my sleeping patterns (more than they already are of course!) Working till 7 means getting home at half past, then dinner and relaxation then bed but I’ll be getting up at 6 the next morning for my normal 7.30 start. I just don’t think it’s gonna help my sleep patterns in the slightest.

At the end of the day, what am I gonna do? Get on with it, there’s little else to do. It’s the same with life generally, you either get on with it, fix it or give up on it altogether. I ain’t giving up and I can’t fix it so I might as well get my head down, type away and hope that one day I’m rewarded for loyal service.

I’ve been, slowly, making the wedding invites and, I promise, as soon as I remember, I’ll scan one in so you can see them. Otherwise, life continues as normal, as ever.

Until there is a next time…

xx