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It was a strange day at work today. I had heaps to get done and was flat out all day doing it which is nothing unusual, I’m always flat out getting stuff done these days. What made it unusual was that I was offered a temporary role this morning doing a higher role which is similar to the one i did for most of last year and tts one that I enjoy doing although it means very little more money and since none of my normal duties are taken off me when i take it on, a whole lot more stress and responsibility. Based on that fact it was why I had no hesitation in turning it down straight away. I explained to my team leader with my present workload its too stressful and the money isn’t an incentive to get it done.

Its strange watching people and sometimes it can be an insight into their character when you turn down more money or a higher job. They just don’t understand and that was the reaction i got from my team leader and its sad to think that they think people will just jump at the opportunity to do it with only a tiny bit more offered. I’ve learnt that money is nice, I like money but that money isn’t everything and its more important to try and keep yourself on an even keel without getting overloaded.

So all was well from that time this morning until the manager got back into the office around 5pm and i was shortly after called in. He didn’t tell me I had to do it and unlike my team leader, when i said why he understood but presented me with the option that either i do it or alternatively some of the work won’t get done and the stuff that did need to get done I would have to train someone to do it and check their work. From experience its quicker to just do it rather than training someone else to do it yet alone checking it as well and it was at this point that i had to capitulate and accept the position. I got some trade offs like being able to carry over time in lieu over the limits we normally have and approval to work what ever overtime I need to get it done and as my manager said “I don’t care what you put on the overtime form, it will get paid”.

So the upshot of it is that i guess they feel they have won, persuading me to do the job and despite the fact i stuck to my guns as long as i could, I still feel like i lost and since i guess i need to go in on sunday now, its just going to feel worse in the near future.

One more day

Just the one more day left for the working week. Lately the weeks just seem to be getting longer or maybe the amount of work just seems to be growing. I’ve got one day to get what seems to be a mountain of work.

I finished the Intermediate Excel course today and start the Advanced course next week. Unfortuately this week was no better than last, when the teacher was explaining the first part of a problem, i was finishing them, when he was saying how the bars on a bar chart can be images, i’d changed each bar to a different image and inserted a sound file. That basically sums up the course for me. And they didn’t even give a certificate or anything. Ripped off.

Other than that, it was one of those glorious spring days with beautiful clear blue sky and real warmth in the air. Its just a shame that i was inside all day. Its more of a shame still that the for the weekend there is a forcast and truely crappy weather to make me truely … unhappy.

Tuesday Ramblings

I have the 1812 Overture running through my head at present which is a little odd, normally its just song lyrics from songs i hear but today its the 1812 right at the bit coming up to the finale where the cannons fire and the bells chime and the orchestra is excited and rather noisy. Strange.

Today at work was pretty much a nothing kind of day. Once again my team leader was off sick and like yesterday people tried to duckshove stuff my way. I politely pointed out its not my job and that they don’t pay me to do that stuff. Strangely it was more people from one of the other two teams so I also encouraged them to go see there own leader.

I had a post all written in my mind today and nearly posted it from work. It was lamenting the fact that i never receive personal mail, its all bills and solicitations to increase my debt past my eyeballs and the art of letter writing appears for all intensive purposes to have died somewhere way back. Shame i missed it but i expect i was busy doing something online. And then what happens, i get home and I have a POSTCARD. A personal postcard from Moose who is in Denmark stalking Princess Mary holidaying and visiting relatives. I mean how much more inconsiderate can you get than that. The barstard!. How much more inconsiderate can you get

The Night i accidently speed dated

Friday started innocently enough and there was no sign that anything untowards was going to happen. That night we had our usual first friday night in the month social club drinks and that was all too tame. As usual the beer was a little too warm and the foyer that the drinks were in a little too crowded for the number of people attending. There was the usual debates as to whether the crown lagers were correctly priced at $3 or whether it should be $4. Things were routine.

After that some of us moved on to a local pub for more drinks and it was a temporary stop, a couple of the guys had a 7pm session of speed dating that despite having been everywhere else, was apparantly only just starting to happen here, we’re a long way from Carrie Bradshaw and her Sex in the City friends apparently. They were drinking for courage and i was drinking because … well who needs a reason. Originally we were going to wait for the speed daters to date and return but in the end we decided we would move the block to the pub it was at and have a drink while providing moral support for those guys (and one girl) putting it all on the line in the name of romance.

So we get there and the boys register with the woman running it and we look at the various women wondering who is here for speed dating and who is infact here for the private function thats due to start out the back. Eventually the two groups divided to reveal that there were 9 girls and there were only 5 guys. Oh and that i should be taking my seat now. How did that happen, in particular because I certainly wasn’t dressed for dating with a couple of days stubble, jeans and a tee shirt.

I won’t go into who said what but it was a different experience talking to someone for 6 minutes and is harder than it sounds. It got particularly hard when I got to one chair because 3 of the women were doing the date at the one time with the guy, two of whom had the same name and one of them dominated conversation. From a looks point of view one of the girls there was the best of the lot but saddly one of the others dominated things and i never got to talk to her. Overall out of all the girls i think i did best with the girl that came from our own group, or as we said we talked crap best together. She is however a little weird although that could be a cultural thing, she was English and a little ecentric.

So after the speed dating was over we moved on to a different pub for more drinks. The girl from work got a bit plastered and into an unfortuate conversation with less than completely nice people and while i thought she was doing ok with one of them, she didn’t want me to leave her with them. I eventually got her into a cab to take her home and grabbed the next cab for myself.

So a usual friday went very, unusual.

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