I woke full of energy and raring to go… at ten to one. I
then dozed fitfully for the rest of the night, not sleeping for more than
twenty minutes at any time. I eventually gave up trying to sleep, got up and
made toast.
I scoffed it as I watched another episode of “Missions”
a particularly strange French sci-fi show in which a Russian cosmonaut lost in
1967 has appeared on Mars fifty year later and has the same DNA as a lump of
rock. It has either lost a lot in translation or was written in a hurry.
With a few minutes spare I had a little look at the
Internet. Yet another dubious friend request; this one from Rolanda Aiko who is “a
lonely and excited girl” and offers “sex and video cameras with hot
pussy”.
There wasn’t much else happening on-line so I got ready for
work.
Suitably armed with another pair of Tesco undercrackers I
set off on a little pre-work Munzee mission. I got enough Points of (dull)
Interest to last the month, then set off up the motorway to work. As I drove
there was an interview with the MP Theo Clarke. She had a baby a couple of
years ago, and had a rather
traumatic time of it, and is now trying to instigate a nationwide shake-up
of midwifery services. I suppose she means well, but speaking as one who has
often been on the receiving end of these shake-ups it has been my experience
that once the dust has settled we are left with the same old problem. Which is
that people are still trying to do the best they can under less than ideal
circumstances. And actually we usually have fewer people trying to do the best
they can as none of the people who instigate these shake-ups seems to realise
that no one goes into health care with the intention of doing a shabby job.
Being told how crap you are really doesn't help staff morale, and those who
waddle out of their offices to go round implying that everyone could do better
if they tried always act surprised when hard-working people take offence and go
and get a job which pays more money for less aggro.
If I had my time again I would do a job that periodically
puts up a "closed" sign and doesn't have you terrified of
being pilloried for making an honest mistake.
But this is a rant I’ve done countless times before, isn’t
it?
I eventually got to work; the roads were rather horrendous
today. I left home at seven o'clock and the journey took three quarters of an
hour. A friend who lives on the other side of Ashford left home twenty minutes
after me and took an hour and a half to do the same trip; it pays to leave
early. I'd rather get to work, have a cuppa and read my book rather than sit in
traffic burning petrol.
Work was work; at lunchtime there was a presentation from
some bunch trying to sell their blood grouping machine. The machine looked OK;
but the salt beef bagel they gave me looked better. Very nice.
I came home to find the pond filter in the little pond had
packed up. That stopped working yesterday and I needed to clean out the filter
medium to get it going again. Today I found it had another filter medium, and that
was clagged up too.
With filter de-clagged “er indoors TM” sorted
dinner then went bowling. I wrote
up some CPD. I rarely mention on here what goes on at work, but as I always
tell the trainees a day when you learn nothing is a day wasted, and I learned
quite a bit at work today.
What with hardly any sleep last night and two days on the
sauce at the weekend I’m knackered.
Time for an early night !!!
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