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Hooray for the weekend!
Mar. 30th, 2007 10:11 pmDoctor Who's back tomorrow night!! *dances*
Unfortunately I'm going to have to tape it and see it later, as Mam's dragging me on a roadtrip to Dawlish in Devon at stupid o'clock tomorrow morning *groans* My little niece Jessica has broken her leg - she's two - and this is apparently a reason for Mam to travel 120+ miles to see her. And come back again the same day.
I can see me bundling Rowan into Mam's new car in his pajamas at seven in the morning, in the hope he'll go back to sleep again. Goodness knows I'm going to want to go back to sleep too, though I'll probably have to 'keep Mam company'. Particularly on the way back again.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to go see Jess, and it'll be nice to see where my sister lives. Plus I love travelling. But it's a heck of a long way to go just to go fuss over a toddler for a couple of hours.
Today's our Operations Manager's birthday, so naturally there was a presentation/ritual humiliation. They put photo-manips of him in various weird costumes/states of undress, made him dress up in a baby outfit and then my manager read out the messages in his massive birthday card. One of the things about the office birthday card is that the more popular you are, the more abuse you get in your card (Unless they think you're likely to be upset - which is the excuse why mine are always civil *snorts) I remember one time they had to go and get a new card because the abuse for one kid went way out of line - he was an annoying kid who was celebrating his eighteenth birthday and absolutely refusing to admit he was gay (we all knew he was and he 'came out' a few months later - we all preferred him when he was in the closet, frankly, as he'd tell us about his weekends and then wonder why we were calling him a man-whore...)
But I digress *disengages bitch-mode* AV is quite popular and got a great deal of abuse in his card. Some of the nicest of which was things like "F*** off back to Port Talbot, you c**t!" and "Sell your own f***ing breakdown!" (we have regular competitions for those who manage to up-sell vehicle breakdown cover - not something I can do via email, alas.) The amusing thing that while the vast majority of his messages questioned his orientation, the traditional 'embarrassing gifts' from the Anne Summers store were all very hetero in nature *grins*
Needless to say I'm anticipating a small, polite card signed by just my department and maybe a box of smellies when my own birthday rolls around. I don't even rate a presentation from AV like the popular staff get - it's only ever my own manager.
*kicks bitch-mode till it switches off completely*
Not been in a very good mood this week; started off on Sunday and I just haven't been able to shake it off at all. A major factor is hormones as Lady Pains week was approaching. However, it's chosen today to actually take hold since, somehow, my body knew about the trip tomorrow before I did. So now I have to endure cramps etc. while traveling across England with my son and my mother. Both of whom are likely to be tired and cranky. Feel my joy.
In happier news, we had the terrible trio at the gym this evening *grins* Rowan and I have started going over to his friend Isaac's house after school for the hour before the class begins, which means the two of them can play while Jen and I natter over a cuppa. Tonight little Lucy also decided to come to class again too, so Jen and I spent the time chatting to her mum Maureen and cooing over little Oscar, who's an extremely healthy eight months old. It's really cool 'cause the three of them have been together since they were nearly two and, while I didn't get to know Jen till Autumn last year 'cause I only ever saw her husband Geoff collect Isaac, I've said hello to Mo a million times in the last three years.
Though it's amusing to note that it's only tonight we properly introduced ourselves! *giggles* She was always 'Mrs Edgar', and I was always 'Rowan's Mum'.... I think a lot of us didn't know each other's names till Jen's brilliant idea of having everyone wear name tags to Isaac's fifth birthday party, so it can't just be my shyness. Rowan's teachers call me 'Rowan's Mum' all the time too - which is kinda puzzling, as you'd think they'd address me by my surname or something.
I also have the next two weeks off 'cause the school has broken up for Easter. I don't have any more vacation time left, once the week's holiday to Devon's gone in May, but I'll find a way to cope. Right now I'm focusing on the fact I have two weeks without work. What a nice feeling that is!
Still - it's nearly eleven and I have to drag both myself and the boy out of bed at about six tomorrow morning *groan* So I will have to leave the fic on my f-list for another evening, and bid you all good night!
Unfortunately I'm going to have to tape it and see it later, as Mam's dragging me on a roadtrip to Dawlish in Devon at stupid o'clock tomorrow morning *groans* My little niece Jessica has broken her leg - she's two - and this is apparently a reason for Mam to travel 120+ miles to see her. And come back again the same day.
I can see me bundling Rowan into Mam's new car in his pajamas at seven in the morning, in the hope he'll go back to sleep again. Goodness knows I'm going to want to go back to sleep too, though I'll probably have to 'keep Mam company'. Particularly on the way back again.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to go see Jess, and it'll be nice to see where my sister lives. Plus I love travelling. But it's a heck of a long way to go just to go fuss over a toddler for a couple of hours.
Today's our Operations Manager's birthday, so naturally there was a presentation/ritual humiliation. They put photo-manips of him in various weird costumes/states of undress, made him dress up in a baby outfit and then my manager read out the messages in his massive birthday card. One of the things about the office birthday card is that the more popular you are, the more abuse you get in your card (Unless they think you're likely to be upset - which is the excuse why mine are always civil *snorts) I remember one time they had to go and get a new card because the abuse for one kid went way out of line - he was an annoying kid who was celebrating his eighteenth birthday and absolutely refusing to admit he was gay (we all knew he was and he 'came out' a few months later - we all preferred him when he was in the closet, frankly, as he'd tell us about his weekends and then wonder why we were calling him a man-whore...)
But I digress *disengages bitch-mode* AV is quite popular and got a great deal of abuse in his card. Some of the nicest of which was things like "F*** off back to Port Talbot, you c**t!" and "Sell your own f***ing breakdown!" (we have regular competitions for those who manage to up-sell vehicle breakdown cover - not something I can do via email, alas.) The amusing thing that while the vast majority of his messages questioned his orientation, the traditional 'embarrassing gifts' from the Anne Summers store were all very hetero in nature *grins*
Needless to say I'm anticipating a small, polite card signed by just my department and maybe a box of smellies when my own birthday rolls around. I don't even rate a presentation from AV like the popular staff get - it's only ever my own manager.
*kicks bitch-mode till it switches off completely*
Not been in a very good mood this week; started off on Sunday and I just haven't been able to shake it off at all. A major factor is hormones as Lady Pains week was approaching. However, it's chosen today to actually take hold since, somehow, my body knew about the trip tomorrow before I did. So now I have to endure cramps etc. while traveling across England with my son and my mother. Both of whom are likely to be tired and cranky. Feel my joy.
In happier news, we had the terrible trio at the gym this evening *grins* Rowan and I have started going over to his friend Isaac's house after school for the hour before the class begins, which means the two of them can play while Jen and I natter over a cuppa. Tonight little Lucy also decided to come to class again too, so Jen and I spent the time chatting to her mum Maureen and cooing over little Oscar, who's an extremely healthy eight months old. It's really cool 'cause the three of them have been together since they were nearly two and, while I didn't get to know Jen till Autumn last year 'cause I only ever saw her husband Geoff collect Isaac, I've said hello to Mo a million times in the last three years.
Though it's amusing to note that it's only tonight we properly introduced ourselves! *giggles* She was always 'Mrs Edgar', and I was always 'Rowan's Mum'.... I think a lot of us didn't know each other's names till Jen's brilliant idea of having everyone wear name tags to Isaac's fifth birthday party, so it can't just be my shyness. Rowan's teachers call me 'Rowan's Mum' all the time too - which is kinda puzzling, as you'd think they'd address me by my surname or something.
I also have the next two weeks off 'cause the school has broken up for Easter. I don't have any more vacation time left, once the week's holiday to Devon's gone in May, but I'll find a way to cope. Right now I'm focusing on the fact I have two weeks without work. What a nice feeling that is!
Still - it's nearly eleven and I have to drag both myself and the boy out of bed at about six tomorrow morning *groan* So I will have to leave the fic on my f-list for another evening, and bid you all good night!
