What a load of (censored)

We all just got an email from one of the Operations Managers, to bring us up to speed on some great new incentive they've come up with for us.

Basically, if we hit 85% on our external monitoring (for which the criteria is quite strict) we could be in with the chance of winning £12,000!

How, I hear you gasp in wonder?

They'll give each qualifying staff member a £1 National Lottery scratch card.



....yeah.

Okay. NOT impressed...

I 'keep forgetting' to turn my phone off when I'm at work, especially with Rowan at that sports camp where they may need to get hold of me in the course of the day.

Just at the end of my lunchbreak, my phone starts vibrating in my pocket so I check who's calling me and it's a Cardiff number I don't recognise. There's no way I can answer the phone while sat at my desk, and I wouldn't get to the foyer in time to answer before it gets to voicemail, so I let it ring off. There's a message left for me, and I don't have any calltime so I can't listen to it, so I asked permission to call back from my desk (having to admit that I'd 'forgotten' to turn my phone off).

Naturally my boss says yes, since it could be about Rowan, but the number's engaged. This often happens within businesses and organisations, so you can't call them directly back, so I had to ask if I could nip to Boots to get some calltime.

So, after waiting in the middle of the lunchtime queue, I call my voicemail and it's only one of the other mums from Rowan's school! *headsdesk* All she wanted was to see if we'd be interested in seeing The Gruffalo's Child at the New Theatre, as she's organising yet another of her a group trips.

She normally texts us all about these things. *scowls*

Not happy.

*Takes a calming breath*

Work is over for the week, and I'm looking forward to not having to get up early tomorrow morning. However, I still have a busy weekend ahead of me; tomorrow we're going to the hairdressers (for reasons that will become obvious), and then in the evening we're briefly popping into town for the first evening of the Big Weekend festival. This is basically a fairground that encircles the Civic Centre, from the City Hall up to behind the Welsh Office, along the University. There's also a stage put up on the lawn outside City Hall (next to Gorsedd Gardens which, for the Who fans on my list, is where Martha caught up with that professor and gave her some flowers) where bands perform - that poor lawn's only just recovered from the Winter Wonderland, and now it's gonna be torn up again *chuckles* Since Rowan's been good this week, Mam and I are taking him there as a treat, but we're not staying long 'cause I don't want him too tired for the rest of the weekend.

Saturday's going to be fairly hellish; it's my niece Katie's birthday party, then we're catching a lift with a friend to Halifax for another friend's wedding on the Sunday. It's a long drive, and I'll have a tired five year old on my hands. Plus it's approaching that time of the month - my body has a long-standing, extremely annoying habit of waiting till the worst possible moment to bring on the heaviest, most painful day of the cycle. Just to piss me off.

I'm not feeling all that clever right now as it is; ended up doing some wallpaper scraping late last night, on noticing that a corner of my living room where things have been stacked up had, um....gone a bit manky. You know how it is; external wall, stuff in the corner, not much air to circulate... *sigh* So I've had to pull everything away from the wall, strip off the paper (which was the old, horrid stuff anyway for the most part, where Mam hadn't got around to finishing the papering when we moved in) and I cleaned the carpet and bleached the wall tonight. Unfortunately, I think I strained something when I was pulling off the wallpaper last night, as my lower back is very painful today - probably from me stretching over as far as I could while stood on a chair.

I didn't go online last night, 'cause I was busy, but I did call up last week's Friday Night Project, hosted by John Barrowman, on my cable box. (That is hysterical! I recommend anyone who likes John's sense of humour to check out the YouTube clips from it - he's such a giggler!) As a result I have heaps of stories to read, so the plan is to get an early night and take the laptop with me - I can read the stories comfortably then. In theory.

WiP Amnesty

Okay so I lied...I haven't gone to bed after all. The sofa was too comfy.

I'm caught up with my lists now, and a post from phoebesmum got me thinking that I really should do something with my two-part Sports Night WiP...both parts of which have stalled, after I've been working on it for at least a year.

So, god help you all, here's the first story - if LJ will let me post all of it. I managed to get a good way in before I stalled. Hopefully it won't be necessary to be a regular listener of the Chris Moyles show in order to understand the story, but let me know if it is 'cause that means I need to correct that.

It's entirely possible that the man on whom the main character in this story (other than Dan and Casey, of course!) is based has now become a dad! As of about ten thirty this morning, his girlfriend had been in labour for about five hours, bless!

Title: An Englishman In New York
Genre: Sports Night
Characters: Dan & Casey, The Chris Moyles team (prominently Comedy Dave)
Authors Notes: Inspired by a trip the BBC Radio 1 breakfast team did to New York to promote the opening of the King Kong movie back in 2005. This may very well count as bad!fic....*sighs*

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