Man,
bosses who insist on swimming next to you on your one day away from them in the week should be banned from the pool. My muscles are killing from my vague attempt to pace him, or at least to keep from falling more than one length behind. I hope none of the old ladies who swim at lunchtime have good enough goggles to see the double-fisted middle
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This is probably the hazard of live journaling on a Sunday morning before having eaten any breakfast.
There, now I've at least fetched my bowl of cereal. Mm, and had a few bites. How nice. Food is a good thing.
I was just thinking about the boss/smalltown/turboshark thing.
Yeah, at the time, it was really frustrating. Especially since we have been high pressure at the shop, with loads of adrenalin flying. Just the morning before, number one boss decided we had to clean up the little concrete yard in the back where we store the rubbish and cardboard and stuff before it gets collected. This on the morning when we have the most cardboard of the year because of the textbooks, and me and the Twid had spent about half an hour lugging it through the shop out to the front. So then we're cleaning (and in fairness to the 'boss' - a name he hates being called, by the way - he was out there doing a lot of the work) and I get handed this huge manky horrible old piece of cardboard to take out front. I mean, this thing has got not just mold and dirt on it, but little slugs hanging on for dear life. Ick. But there am I, doing my bit, and dutifully turning to carry it to the front, and there in the doorway stands Shawsie. 'No. Not through the shop. Take it the long way.' And when this guy says no, well, let's put it this way, if he had stood in front of GW and said no in that tone of voice, there'd a been no war, and Georgie'd've slunk off to his room to play with his toys quietly and he'd still be there yet. So, never mind the rain or the fact I'd been carrying cardboard all morning, off I went down the alleyway (a very cool alleyway, by the way, with a bit of what looks like the old medieval wall along one side of it) and around the corner past the pub and photo shop, round the other corner past the cafe and bridal shop till I could finally deposit the disgusting thing in front of our shop. So to have to race this maniac in the pool the next day was a bit of a drag. (Even if he was probably right about not taking that thing through the shop.) But actually, despite the aching muscles after, it got a lot of tension out. And I got to yell at him in the park when he rode his bike up over the grass in a (fake) attempt to run me over, which was fun, although the people around us were looking a bit horrified. Yesterday we were a lot more relaxed with each other than we had been at any time earlier in the week.
So, I guess what I'm thinking is that even though it can be very difficult at times to live hand-in-glove with everybody, at the same time, it kinda forces people to deal with each other, and get over things in a way that they might not do living in a big city.
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