Here lies Sparky, long may he sl..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Sparky has had some damn weird few days. It has also become apparent that the schedule I could keep at, say 19, is suddenly infinitely harder at 28. I feel old.
On Monday was working extra hours and flat our because work load is freaking huge (and had been for a while)
On Tuesday I was on call and, naturally, stayed up most of the night, burning down my to-do list. Then I have my moment of pure horror. Looming deadline, work undone. Reason? Work is boring and other work is interesting.
After much consideration I decided that the Senior Partners would not accept that as an excuse. I considered briefly training the cat to gnaw paper but recall the memo that clearly states that “The firm will not accept that any work has been bitten, gnawed, clawed, scratched, consumed or otherwise defaced or destroyed by felines, canines, any other mammal, birds, reptiles, amphibians, fish, flesh eating bacteria, man eating plants or other, unknown life forms whether they be extra-terrestrial, mythological, extinct or otherwise.” It was a very thorough memo. And shows they know us very well.
So Wednesday was an INFAMOUS ALL NIGHTER finishing this file in record time AND trying not to let the other work fall behind. No actual sleep was had - deadline was met. I rejoiced and was hailed as a god!
Thursday appointments ALL FREAKING DAY and clients take exception to you collapsing and drooling on them. Trust me, we know. I complain bitterly and my dear secretary presents me with multiple memos of my repeatedly putting off appointments because I was busy/tired/lazy/didn’t like the person in question/having an impromptu karaoke competition that may or may not have involved dodgy music videos on the CCTV. I thanked her kindly for reminding me of these incidents. Repeatedly. At length. And did not in any way express any desire for her to die in fire. No, no I did not. Not even when she sent me a message every 15 minutes entitled “TICK TOCK!!!” Ah office humour - and then they complain when we bring in melee weapons!
But I go home confident that I have stemmed the tide and prepare to sleep. Beloved had, amazingly, cooked a steak and kidney pie which was edible, tasty AND didn’t do irreparable damage to the kitchen or any great structural damage to the house or leave suspicious and un-removable stains on the counters. I was impressed. Of course I believe this means that the meat in said pie was probably the remains of one of the neighbours since cannibalism would nicely counterbalance his unusual competence. Still, it was tasty *eyes neighbours in a speculative fashion*
And then my brother rings. As ever, I despair of my genetics. It appears he found a kitten and it is sick and he... well he did many things involving vets and RSPCA and needed to know what to do and was generally flailing around in panic. You wouldn’t believe he was 26 would you? So my sleep time turned into talking him down and informing him that he is not, repeat, NOT to adopt said kitten.
Finally settling in for some damn sleep and Beloved tells me he’ll look for other days for York’s most excellent Christmas Market that we intended to go to today...
Except, I knew we’d not really have chance another day, especially if we want to go to Hawes (for cheese. Trust me, so worth it) at the same time. And Beloved has had this on his “ZOMG YES!” to do list for some time because he ALWAYS misses the market and has to listen to me describe it. And he won’t go alone.
In other words, there was no way in hell I was not going even if Beloved had to carry me. (Full report incoming). Which meant working last night, getting up early to blitz work this morning so I could go slacking this afternoon.
So, Sparky is now... rather tired. I am going to hunker down tonight and try to address some of my email backlog. Expect a more functional Sparky tomorrow.
On Monday was working extra hours and flat our because work load is freaking huge (and had been for a while)
On Tuesday I was on call and, naturally, stayed up most of the night, burning down my to-do list. Then I have my moment of pure horror. Looming deadline, work undone. Reason? Work is boring and other work is interesting.
After much consideration I decided that the Senior Partners would not accept that as an excuse. I considered briefly training the cat to gnaw paper but recall the memo that clearly states that “The firm will not accept that any work has been bitten, gnawed, clawed, scratched, consumed or otherwise defaced or destroyed by felines, canines, any other mammal, birds, reptiles, amphibians, fish, flesh eating bacteria, man eating plants or other, unknown life forms whether they be extra-terrestrial, mythological, extinct or otherwise.” It was a very thorough memo. And shows they know us very well.
So Wednesday was an INFAMOUS ALL NIGHTER finishing this file in record time AND trying not to let the other work fall behind. No actual sleep was had - deadline was met. I rejoiced and was hailed as a god!
Thursday appointments ALL FREAKING DAY and clients take exception to you collapsing and drooling on them. Trust me, we know. I complain bitterly and my dear secretary presents me with multiple memos of my repeatedly putting off appointments because I was busy/tired/lazy/didn’t like the person in question/having an impromptu karaoke competition that may or may not have involved dodgy music videos on the CCTV. I thanked her kindly for reminding me of these incidents. Repeatedly. At length. And did not in any way express any desire for her to die in fire. No, no I did not. Not even when she sent me a message every 15 minutes entitled “TICK TOCK!!!” Ah office humour - and then they complain when we bring in melee weapons!
But I go home confident that I have stemmed the tide and prepare to sleep. Beloved had, amazingly, cooked a steak and kidney pie which was edible, tasty AND didn’t do irreparable damage to the kitchen or any great structural damage to the house or leave suspicious and un-removable stains on the counters. I was impressed. Of course I believe this means that the meat in said pie was probably the remains of one of the neighbours since cannibalism would nicely counterbalance his unusual competence. Still, it was tasty *eyes neighbours in a speculative fashion*
And then my brother rings. As ever, I despair of my genetics. It appears he found a kitten and it is sick and he... well he did many things involving vets and RSPCA and needed to know what to do and was generally flailing around in panic. You wouldn’t believe he was 26 would you? So my sleep time turned into talking him down and informing him that he is not, repeat, NOT to adopt said kitten.
Finally settling in for some damn sleep and Beloved tells me he’ll look for other days for York’s most excellent Christmas Market that we intended to go to today...
Except, I knew we’d not really have chance another day, especially if we want to go to Hawes (for cheese. Trust me, so worth it) at the same time. And Beloved has had this on his “ZOMG YES!” to do list for some time because he ALWAYS misses the market and has to listen to me describe it. And he won’t go alone.
In other words, there was no way in hell I was not going even if Beloved had to carry me. (Full report incoming). Which meant working last night, getting up early to blitz work this morning so I could go slacking this afternoon.
So, Sparky is now... rather tired. I am going to hunker down tonight and try to address some of my email backlog. Expect a more functional Sparky tomorrow.