Downhill

Ever have one of those days that just goes
d
o
w
n
h
i
l
l ?

It all started off ok:

Since I got back from America 7 weeks ago, my car mostly sounds like this inside:

shhhhhhhhh (air rushing past)
brrrrrrrrr (engine running)
“what a twat” (me insulting other idiot drivers)

This morning however, my car sounded like this:

Wooo ooo oooo do be do be do
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
la la la la la
ehhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhh de da da da

No, it’s not some crazy religious chanting – I found my car stereo hiding at the bottom of a wardrobe at Dads. I was convinced it was somewhere at Steve’s house (or even Steve’s Nan’s house), and after a fruitless search last weekend on his part (and on his mum’s part a couple of weeks earlier), I moved a mountain of stuff around at Dad’s last night and found it. Along with 4 novels, my ebay parcel addressing pen, my loyalty cards, my camera download cable and some decongestant tablets. Hurrah!

My car was a portable music festival on the way to work this morning and I rocked to The Darkness, The Killers and Eminem, whilst indulging myself with top volume singing alongness.

Once at work, Steve managed to bring my camera in from home so I could take pictures of the helicopter landing in the car park (I’ll upload those later). V exciting, if you’re into big, loud, wind-generating, metal monsters.

And then I started writing code. And realised that I have got more work than I ever thought possible and it all has to be done in a matter of weeks. And it’s taking me ages to write the stuff I’m currently looking at.

And at lunch I started to feel like I was getting a cold. Eyes and nose streaming and feeling generally yuk.

And then at Tesco’s Steve and I were abused by the self-service check-out machine:

Faye: (presses start)
Machine: (speaks out loud in ladies voice) “Please scan your items”
Faye: (scan item – beep)
Faye: (scan item – beep)
Faye: (presses finish)
Machine: “Please select payment method or swipe clubcard”
Faye: (scans in clubcard)
Machine: “CLUBCARD ACCEPTED” (it’s in capitals because the machine is actually starting to shout at me)
Machine: “INSERT CASH, OR SELECT PAYMENT CARD”
Faye: (inserts 20p, about to insert more…)
Machine: “INSERT CASH, OR SELECT PAYMENT CARD!”
Steve: (inserts some more coins…)
Machine: “INSERT CASH! OR SELECT PAYMENT CARD!!”
Faye: “Oh for god’s sake, we’re inserting cash, shut up!” (stabs randomly at touch screen)
Machine: “INSERT CASH! OR SELECT PAYMENT CARD!!”
Steve: (inserts more coins)
Machine: “INSERT CASH!! OR SELECT PAYMENT CARD!!”

[silence]

Machine counts money greedily while all customers in the immediate vicinity give us disapproving looks for bullying the self-service check out. We leave Tescos. Now my head hurts too.

We go back to the office, and I get more depressed about how much work I have to do. Then I realise I am supposed to be going ice-skating tomorrow with a group of people from work, which includes the person who last week “reported” me to my old manager for saying he (my old manager) was making an idiot of himself over the equipment recall (he was), My old manager then told my new manager that if my “behaviour” didn’t stop, he would be forced to take “further action”.

Last week I emailed the person who reported me to say:

“old manager is threatening ‘further action’ over supposed ‘accusative comments’ I have made. just so you know.”

And he hasn’t spoken to me since.

Sigh. I really need a holiday.

2 thoughts on “Downhill”

  1. oh my lord. what an ASS of a co-worker! sorry that day was so sucky. 😉

    my sister would probably do something like sneak the co-worker’s favorite pen in the toilet water and then return it to their desk. you do NOT want to cross her.

    …something to think about. heh.

  2. Lol, I wish I had a sister like that – I could bring her to work especially to make evil co-workers’ lives a misery 🙂

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