Friday, February 8, 2013

"Um...yeah...."

The title refers to the sounds I seem to make most times I want to say something to someone at work but can't quite figure out where to start. Communication - not one of my strong points.

I think I had something I wanted to blog about, but I'm not sure. Not having my own computer at home really stops me getting things down when the mood strikes, and then when I grab my chance on the family 'puter or even nick J's netbook for a while the mood....fades away.

I had a vague plan to do an update on the Seven Things, but as I haven't really tackled most of them, that seems a bit pointless. Also, part of me insists the update post should be on 21th February (and then the next on 14th April, then 5th June etc.) - whether I stick to that or not is anyone's guess.

So a more general update then. Work is still going ok. I haven't killed anyone yet, nor even attempted to do so, despite several occasions of hunting around for missing paperwork that turned out to be on someone's desk (lesson: do not assume just because you asked in front of everyone that everyone was listening). Getting used to being a working mum, and having a son who's at after school club every day. Holidays are going to be more interesting, especially as I'm still not used to this idea of booking time off. Well, we'll see how it goes.

J has finally submitted final copy and just today got official letter of "you passed". So that's a graduation ceremony to look forward to in July, and fewer jokes about how I'm the Doctor and she must be River Song/Sexy/my companion. She's off larping this weekend - not running it for once, getting to play/drink/dance all weekend - which is why I have the computer all to myself.

Today was the funeral of a young lad I never met, but the boy did know from school. I contemplated getting time off work to go, but I suspect I wouldn't have coped well. J, being far braver than I, was happy to take him, and so, feeling slightly guilty, I let the two of them go. He was fine, apparently, and when I asked him about it, he said the ceremony was "good". They weren't close friends or anything, but he did have a soft spot for the apparently very popular and cheeky little boy. I may have squeezed his hand a bit tighter on the walk home this afternoon.

I think I better stop there and find something else to occupy my brain before going to bed. Because...um...yeah....

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