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There is nothing more irritating
Than having spent an unfeasibly long time collating bundles, only to find that some nutter (I have just put a politer word in for the word which I had typed) wants to add "just three documents" to the end. IT'S NOT AS SIMPLE AS THAT!!!!!
I don't think I can put it any more straightforwardly than that. Be that as it may, the bundles should leave my "work-space" (I can't even say office any more; it really is time to leave!) this afternoon and be cast into the ether. I really, really, really never, ever, ever want to see them again, and I have promised myself that I will never, ever, ever collate another Court bundle myself; there really are better things to be doing with one's time.
Sneak, sneak
I've sort of snuck back onto here, and I don't think anyone has realised yet. If anyone knew I was here in the first place.
Not waving, but drowning.
Glug......
And in other successful news
The comments are back. And I managed to get them back myself. So leave a comment then, and make me feel loved (or at least noticed).
Jubilate!
The bundles have gone from my desk. The last of the bundles has gone to be photocopied. Hopefully they will come back tomorrow, and all I will have to do is to make sure that they get sent out to the other side. Hurrah and huzzah! I should also be in a position to recruit some assistance with that.
There remains too much work to do though, which is notsogood (that is deliberately all one word, for those, like hubby, who doubt my typing abilities!).
Still in a few weeks, it will all be over, and I will be able to concentrate on getting a new job!
No comment
... is possible on the blog at the moment, owing to the change of font. Since few people commented anyway, I doubt whether it is much of a loss. But I don't know how to get it back, and I shall have to ask hubby to do it for me.
I am really, really thoroughly fed up with bundles. This morning, I spent an hour and a half tippexing out old numbers, and, once I'd found it, repaginating them in a different place with a number stamp. All to hear, about 15 minutes before I finished, one of my colleagues say (on arriving in the office) "Right, let's get down to work". Only the fact that I was racing to finish prevented the rude answer from leaving my lips. Still, reprographics have said that they will try and get all the copies done by Monday. All I can say is try a bit harder, and you'll manage. If that were all I had to do, I would.
I'm afraid that's all for today; save to note that hubby bought me a tabard for my character on World of Warcraft. I would like to go home now, and put it on. But probably best not. :-(
Spring-cleaning
I know it's not Spring, and technically I've done no cleaning either (what's new then?!), but I thought that I'd tidy all this up a bit. I've had the same template for years, and years, and years (well, OK, a while, then), and it's time for a change.
Hope you likey.
Excitement
I learned yesterday that there is a potential headhunting mission in progress, and I am the scalp potentially being sought. I don't know that I'm prepared to be scalped in what I'm not sure is a good cause, but it's very flattering (not least because it's now not only my brother who gets head-hunted!).
Interestingly enough I told my bosses that I was thoroughly bored a few weeks ago, and they tried to give me more of the same work to do. I'm not sure what aspect of throughly bored they were having difficulty with.
The nice thing about my field is that I can move around a bit, and then end up where I started if I want. At the moment though, I'd quite like to get out of this building. It's all a little claustrophobic, and I've got to the stage where I know loads of people. Which is comforting in one way, but also means that you get into a massive comfort zone, and I'm not really old enough (or senior enough) to be in that sort of comfort zone. So who knows? Maybe it's time to move on completely.
I occasionally think fondly about not being a lawyer. But when I seriously think about it, I usually realise that is a symptom of being dissatisfied; I do actually like my job. And anyway, I can't think of anything else (a) I'd rather do, (b) which would pay enough, and (c) that I'd be able to do. Which is a bit limiting.
Of course, what I'd really like is to give up work completely. I know people say that you'd have to do something, but at the moment, doing nothing for a good long time really, really appeals. In any event, there's loads of things to do; travelling, reading, studying. I could carry on, but the sight of the grass on the other side is rather blinding me.
P'raps I'd best go do some work.
Bah
