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Compressed Hours
I have just started working compressed hours, which means that I have Wednesdays off work. Hurrah! Actually though, it hasn't really worked out like that so far, as, what with the essay and stuff, I've been doing some work or another each time. I'm going into work today for a Christmas party at lunchtime and someone's leaving do this evening, and then after Christmas, I've got a meeting.
Oh well. I'm sure I'll get the day off at some point...
Hurrah!
I've managed to lodge my essay on time, and I think it's better than last time's one (which wouldn't be all that hard, in fact). Now I have the rest of the day to bathe (am feeling slightly stinky), and sleep and read. Not that I can do the latter two at once. No, that would be hard.
I have also ensured that hubby will get some Christmas presents (provided that the elves get them to me in time), so am feeling rather more organised!
On the other hand though, am feeling a bit shit, as I have realised that I don't have the address of one of my friends. We were meant to go and see her last December, but cried off at the last minute because (a) we weren't well, (b) we were knackered, and (c) they live a long old drive away. They'd moved into a new house during the course of that year, but I now don't have the address. I must have had it in order to have been going there, which means that I have been supremely rubbish. So, question (of course this is test to see whether anyone does read this; duh!), should I email and confess to say that I have lost the address, or send the card to the old address and trust that it will get there. I think I probably know the answer, but I want to hear it from you.
Right, bath time...
Bollocks
Do you ever have one of those days when whatever anyone says to you, it's pretty much bound to be the wrong thing? This is one of mine. Perhaps I should just go to bed and then it'll be tomorrow, and presumably not then one of those days.
Much, much busier
Gosh, again, it's been a long time. But since I write this for me, rather than for anyone else, I don't see why I should apologise for that! Actually, I normally write this as displacement for something else. At the moment it's the fact that I've got about 1200 words to finish on an essay about EU Law. It has to be handed in tomorrow though, and I'm off work sick today.
Am v. pleased to be ill today, as I'll miss my work's Christmas lunch. That sounds very bah-humbuggy, but let me explain. I like my colleagues as colleagues, but this present bunch, I have no desire whatsoever to socialise with. So why would I want to spend £30 on a, probably, indifferent lunch and speak in small talk? In addition to which, one always has the christmas-lunch-who-is-drinking malarky. This infuriates me every year. I quite like a glass of wine with lunch. Maybe pushing the boat out, I'll have two. So why do I get to subsidise the people who are drinking bottles? I've been known to have to contribute £20 for two glasses of wine. Humph. Last year our team leader bought all the alcohol, so not a problem. This year, who knows, or cares, as I won't be there!!
There is a mince pie making competition on Monday, when I shall probably be well enough to stagger back to work (snigger). I will therefore spend some of the weekend in concocting mince pies mode. I haven't made them for so long that I'll have to get some mince pie cutting shapes and a mince pie pan (I'm not convinced by the muffin one I got). Am looking forward to that.
Now though, I shall go and write a few hundred words, and then have a cup of tea!
