Big knackered...
May. 7th, 2007 06:10 pmSlowly coming to the end of the cold from hell - nearly two weeks of feeling shit. Thank you depressed immune system :/ The biggest side effect (after snot and coughing) has been the ensuing lack of sleep, which is probably why I've been crashed out most of the weekend.
Doesn't stop me beating myself up for my lack of productivity. I think I'm just nuts, to be honest.
Yesterday, I went to Glastonbury with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ninneviane, treborjones and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
0ct0pus. I had the best day ever, and even struggled up to the top of the tor. Not bad :)
Struggled up to Stroud on Saturday to do crappy family stuff. It was the feckin' horse trials at Badminton, so took me about an hour each way. I counted 286 landrovers coming the opposite way in a 10-mile stretch of A46. I also bought some nappies and petted a tiny baby sheep. Memmis Bach! As0ct0pus rightly pointed out, if I'm being rational, I do do a fair amount of stuff for someone who's dropping a sprog next month.
My mum's newest trick is to refuse to do anything constructive that she previously agreed to, and when challenged she points to me and says she only ever agreed because "she made me". Which is fairly embarrassing in a high street bank on a busy Saturday morning. But ho-hum - just got to get her signature and a letter from the DHS and she'll have her very own independent life.
Which she doesn't want.
Three more days of work to go until I can leave. Phew. All I have to do now is teach my replacement (who never smiles) how to do my job (even though she's never done any programming) while smiling sweetly at the fact she's already being paid about 5k a year more than me. Oh well. 1 week of work, followed by 4 weeks of playing Final Fantasy, then I'll be a mum.
I hereby solemnly swear that I will never go back to working full-time at that place, even when the baby's old enough to go to school.
Doesn't stop me beating myself up for my lack of productivity. I think I'm just nuts, to be honest.
Yesterday, I went to Glastonbury with
ninneviane, treborjones and 0ct0pus. I had the best day ever, and even struggled up to the top of the tor. Not bad :)Struggled up to Stroud on Saturday to do crappy family stuff. It was the feckin' horse trials at Badminton, so took me about an hour each way. I counted 286 landrovers coming the opposite way in a 10-mile stretch of A46. I also bought some nappies and petted a tiny baby sheep. Memmis Bach! As
0ct0pus rightly pointed out, if I'm being rational, I do do a fair amount of stuff for someone who's dropping a sprog next month.My mum's newest trick is to refuse to do anything constructive that she previously agreed to, and when challenged she points to me and says she only ever agreed because "she made me". Which is fairly embarrassing in a high street bank on a busy Saturday morning. But ho-hum - just got to get her signature and a letter from the DHS and she'll have her very own independent life.
Which she doesn't want.
Three more days of work to go until I can leave. Phew. All I have to do now is teach my replacement (who never smiles) how to do my job (even though she's never done any programming) while smiling sweetly at the fact she's already being paid about 5k a year more than me. Oh well. 1 week of work, followed by 4 weeks of playing Final Fantasy, then I'll be a mum.
I hereby solemnly swear that I will never go back to working full-time at that place, even when the baby's old enough to go to school.
