hathycol | (no subject)

I feel vaguely like I've been hit by a bus. Nothing too specific, just a general malaise and sore joints and a sense that I should be in bed right now. Typically work is... not exactly busy, but fill of weird problems that need sorting out. I spent Monday sorting out moving a caravan and bagging plant down to Birmingham, as they were moving it all on Tuesday and hadn't done risk assessments, bought anything for the caravan (staff will be living and working on site full-time for a few weeks) or indeed made any plans whatsoever. And we're down on staff, and Damn Fool Boss is off on one again and it's all just a bit rubbish. Plus I have to look super enthusiastic and work REALLY REALLY HARD ALL THE TIME because I am ENTHUSIASTIC and PLEASE DON'T FIRE ME it was a BLIP I tells ya etc etc which is a little tiring.

Ugh.

So I am going to eat baked potatoes and have another evening of doing nothing. Woo and indeed hoo. Living the dream, etc, etc.