24 hours later..

Still convinced I did the right thing last night by emailing out my CV, so I guess it cannot be the wrong thing, can it? After all I've slept on the decision, I have been back into work, and have calmed down (a tad, although not completely), and it still feels right. So I must be right.

I never knew until yesterday that the company I worked for had so little regard for the people they employ. In fact "little regard" is a tad weak, contempt for the people they employ would be closer to the mark. And that's what pushed me over the edge.. I know work has been a bit shite for a while, but I always thought that I could bimble along, doing my job and both parties involved in this "contract of employment" would be happy.. that would seem not to be the case..

Despite it being 24 hours later, I am still being threatened by "the messenger" that I will feel the full wrath of the HR Director if I refuse to give up my free time and come in and bail out the company that holds me in such contempt. Bring it on, I say.. If they make it that difficult for me to work there, then I shall seek advice from a solicitor about where I stand.. An industrial tribunal wouldn't look kindly on their bullying tactics.

It's a shame it's come to this, and I felt bad about having to send out the CV last night (it took 4 cans of lager, and two very large brandies to dig me out of the melancholy state I got myself into).. It's not something I do lightly.. but, sincerely, fuck 'em if that's their stance

It only takes a camera to change her mind

Remember, remember
Tomorrow's September...

..and that's all I can think of when it comes to coming up with a variation on the ol' Gunpowder plot rhyme. But anyway, here I am in the last few hours of August, which means in a few short hours I'll be entering the month in which I get married..

Blimey.

Actually, I really cannot wait for the big day to arrive, with one small minor reservation..

..the photographer..

On Sunday we met up with our wedding photographer again, and I began to realise just how possessed and driven these men are. I guess from some people's point-of-view this is what they want in the person who will be taking the photographs of their big day, but he has indicated that he wants to use the whole hour and forty minutes between the service and the grub to take photos..

Fair enough, thought I..

..and then it was made clear that I'd have to be in the majority of them on account of me being the groom and all that.

What.. the.. fuck..?

Now I hate having my photograph taken at the best of times (ask anyone who knows me), but having my picture take for one hundred minutes? He has got to be taking the piss. How can anyone physically smile for that long? Surely by the end it will begin to look like a grimace (which is definitely not the look too be going for).

So how am I supposed to get through this (I only have the one hip flask, and it only holds so much brandy)? Anyone got a clothes hanger that I can insert into my mouth for that perma-smile this sadist of a photographer thinks I can maintain for the best part of two fucking hours..??

Answers on a postcard (or suggestions in a comment) please

Ta

The weekend starts here...

Friday began too early today in my humble opinion, if it could have arrived a few hours later (you know, stopped off on the way over to have some breakfast, read the paper, etc) I would have been much happier as I really could have used a few more sweet, precious hours of slumber. 

As it happened, Friday began bang on time, and my sleep-starved brain, all befuddled and addled has struggled through the day ever since.  It didn't help that Mr. Headache must have arrived about twenty minutes before the alarm clock went off.  And did you know that Mr. Headache has purchased a brand new set of extra-bastard-loud-hobnail boots?  Well he has, and the bastard has been stomping around my head ever since I first opened my eyes, and nothing pharmaceutical has helped to evict him from my throbbing skull. 

And you know what it's like when you have a headache for the whole day, it's like you are having to fight your way through those rollers you get in car washes, because you never seem to quite breakthrough to complete clarity, you just get buffered continually by the headache which beats down relentlessly on your brow all day..

Still..

..mustn't grumble

As it's nearly the weekend...

Hurrah!

Which means a heady mixture of (in no particular order) Chinese Food, Waterproof sealant, Brandy, Football, "My Name Is Earl", Lie-ins, Pain au Chocolat, Beer, Bike Construction, Wine, and Camelot.

So should be a fun-packed 48 hours!