November 15th, 2005

life begins - me

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Twenty past three in the gorram morning.

Dale? Bite me.

(neighbour is not only scraping paper again, he seems to be trying to saw his way through the gorrammed wall.)
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life begins - me

L'enfer c'est les autres

So it turns out that even more than not getting to sleep in the first place, being woken up from a deep sleep by a scraping noise which seems designed for the sole purpose of putting ones teeth on edge is the worst thing that could have happened last night.

I'm now really headachey, I have little jagged lights flashing on and off in my left eye (it's a blood pressure thing, haven't had it for a good few years now but it's not anything to worry about unless it's constant) and am so damn tired it's not funny. edit and my jaw hurts. That one's new to me - probably the overall headache causing it, as well as gritting my teeth not to snap at everyone. end edit

And I can't leave early because there's a kid coming in this afternoon on a work placement from his school.

Plus, I'm still wading my way through that data file that was going to take forever.

This is my own personal hell isn't it?

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Last rant of the day

My half hour training thing with the school kid was from 2.30 to 3 so I arranged to leave at 4 on flexi time. I feel kinda bad for the kid, I'm not the best person at talking to folks I don't know and he was just a kid who's probably lucky if he's even set foot in a library before. I bamboozled him, I could see it in his face, but then he was asking intelligent questions so maybe it wasn't sooo bad. Anyways, 3:58 and L emerges from her office, grabs a chair and pulls it over to my desk. "Shona, I've got something urgent for you to do. Can you make a start on it?"
Me: "I'm leaving at four."
L: "Oh." keeps hold of chair back, "Well, this is urgent..."
Me: "I'll be in at 8 tomorrow - traffic allowing."
L (sits down):" Right, well this is what I wan't you to do. Jackie just asked for this two minutes ago." (I know for a fact Jackie had asked her at lunchtime because it was me who transferred the call through...)

ten minutes later

L: "So it'll probably take a while but Jackie wants it by Friday and since I'm off all day Thursday..."
Me: "I'm off on Thursday and Friday."
L: "Are you?" (looks at me as if I'm going to say I'll change my mind and come in)
Me: "Yeah, it's my annual leave."
L: "Oh..."

So now as well as the data file from hell to sort, I also have this really urgent thing that needs compiled by Friday. It's at least a week's worth of work to do in seven (or eight if I stay to five tomorrow) hours.


ETA wonderful. Dale's in and he's just started the scraping thing again... I'm not even sure what it is now, it sounds more like sawing than scraping but it's definitely at the wall. I was joking with someone at work today that he's such a prat maybe he's putting up shelves and cutting them to size on the wall. Now I'm thinking that's maybe not so much of a joke. (Oh, and I've taken down all the pictures I have on that wall just in case he manages to cut through the wall - 'cause honestly? It sounds like he might just manage it.)
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