After a night filled with vivid dreams of being neck deep
in private ponds attempting to harvest water lilies I woke with a rather bad
backache. Being the first of the month I shaved with a new razor blade (I’m
mean – I make them last) then had my usual look on-line.
Yesterday I’d asked on one of the pond-related Facebook
pages if anyone knew anywhere selling cheap lilies. Amazingly there weren’t
that many smartarse replies. It seems that there are water lilies for sale for
a tenner – in places like Liverpool and Manchester.
For some reason today’s Facebook feed was filled with
adverts for matresses. I did a sleep test – my sleep chronotype is “dolphin” . Apparently
“dolphins” are ten per cent of people, and they sleep like I do. My sleep score is
sixty-six not that this means anything to me.
I munzed, wordled (piece – meter – level – jewel). I saw that the geocache I’d chased after
yesterday had been replaced. I couldn’t be arsed to go chasing it again.
Instead I took the dogs to Orlestone Woods. It can be muddy there, but it is a
shorter walk and closer to home. We went there, had a good walk round the woods
and were home about two hours earlier than when we come home from Kings Wood.
As we drove home the pundits on the radio were discussing
meetings in the workplace. It was claimed that the average person spends over
twenty hours a week in meetings and is still expected to do a full time job,
and that many people are doing the actual work in their own time in evenings
and weekends.
I can remember when I was a manager telling my boss that I
didn’t want to go to any more meetings. He knew what he wanted to happen and we
could all save time by his simply giving out orders. He replied that I wasn’t a
team player.
I also once put in a formal suggestion that a random time
of day be picked, and anyone found in a meeting anywhere in the hospital at
that time be summarily sacked as they clearly weren’t doing any work. That
didn’t go down well.
I was once ordered to a meeting to discuss our workplace’s
approach to another upcoming meeting, the outcome of which had already been
decided (but we still went through both meetings).
Meetings are an utter waste of time… why do so many people
love them.
I uploaded last month’s diaries to the backup, put my
winter shirts away and got out the summer ones (I change shirts at daylight
saving time) and got ready for the off.
I went to Sainsburys to get some petrol. I got lunch
whilst I was at it, and then set off up the motorway singing along to Ivor
Biggun songs. With a little time on my hands I took a small (forty miles)
diversion up to Sheerness and Whelans to get some more garden odds and ends.
With most places selling garden gnomes at about ten to fifteen quid, Whelans
knock them out (unpainted) for a fiver. I got gnome paint and gnome
varnish as well. And an unpainted Rupert Bear statue whilst I was at it.
Hopefully gnome paint will do for Rupert; if it does, that will give me
something to do on my next day off.
As I drove back down Detling hill I saw that petrol
there was seven pence a litre more expensive than what I'd just paid in
Ashford. I smiled a smug smile. The smug smile lasted until I got to the
Aylesford Sainsburys where their petrol was five pence a litre cheaper than
what I'd paid. That's a variation of twelve pence per litre in twenty-five
miles. It pays to shop about.
I bought a box of half a dozen beers for the weekend
and some tennis balls for dog club, then went on to work. I parked up... and
fell asleep.
Fortunately I woke in time for the late shift
and as is so often the case all the good bits of the day were over and
done with by the early afternoon. I don't dislike my job like I used to... but
sometimes I do find that work is hard work...
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