Can I start today with an
apology to any of my loyal readers who’ve been waiting for me to do
my turn in the twenty-odd games of on-line scrabble I have on the go.
I tried to catch up with some of the games this morning before work.
But now every game I try to play is delayed by a pop-up window. It
stays on screen for ten seconds before I can close it. Ten seconds
might not sound very long, but when you have far too many games on
the go those seconds soon add up.
I am seriously
considering packing up on-line scrabble because of these pop-up
windows. So much for advertising (!)
And then to work - the
end of the week – the end of the great experiment. I’ve just
worked the same amount of hours in three days (Monday, Wednesday and
today) that I would normally work in five days. Rather than doing
seven and a half hours each day, I did twelve and a half hours.
How did it go? I liked
it. What with chronic insomnia and getting to work early anyway to
miss the traffic, the early start made no difference to me. And the
late finishes? Er indoors goes bowling on Mondays and swimming on
Wednesdays and flogs candles to the masses on Fridays, so I didn’t
miss much at home. And having days off mid-week gave me the
opportunity to not waste my weekend in chores such as job-hunting and
laundry and gardening, and gave me some quality time for doing some
painting with the fruits of my loin. Alternating days off with days
working meant that (oddly) I didn’t have that “Monday feeling”
this week.
The boss has hinted that
she thought it went well for the department (as no one wants to do
the late finishes), so this might just be the way of the future. If
so it might make getting to astro club tricky, but I’m sure I can
sort something out once a month. After all, that’s what annual
leave is all about.
My phone rang whilst at
work. Stevie’s phone had gone berserk and had randomly decided to
phone me. Mobile phones do that – only the other day I had a rather
bizarre text message from another friend whose phone had chosen to
pick a random text message from its message history and send it to
me. I do hope my phone doesn’t feel the need to join in.
I feel the need to
apologise for my ire, but this
morning’s news annoyed me. I see that the Archbishop of
Canterbury is jacking it in, and is going off to run a university. I
realise that I too am planning to abandon one career in favour of
another, but I’m not an Archbishop. Being an Archbishop is
something of a vocation: you don’t pack up being an Archbishop and
go and do something else instead. You either retire, or drop dead in
harness.
It’s odd that as
someone who’s not been active in religion for nearly thirty years I
find that this story has actually rather wound me up.
I think the Archbishop wants to get out whilst the going is good and not get caught up in the arguments over gay marriage.
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