Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 7c/45f with a predicted high of 10c/49f and cloudy. Weather app says “It’s gloomier outside than a fucking sad handjob, followed by sad trombone during the fucking sad climax.” Yup, that’s a very gloomy day.
Kilt and workboots has become a very popular combination, I have to say that it does look very good on a lot of guys!
That sounds very interesting, I hope you managed to get out and have a look at it.
I don’t think it was quite the riot act, Erstwhile Manager may have alluded to the fact that someone is often over-sensitive about some things and tends to make her own assumptions about what’s being said and why. Anyway, Minion was relatively happy for the rest of the day and that’s good enough for me.
Sounds like a productive day then, and a spare meatloaf in the freezer cannot be a bad thing.
Same here, and it’s a 20-minute job for me to do it by myself including the time it takes to persuade Cherry that she doesn’t really want to be under the bottom sheet. ‘im indoors never seems to be around when it’s time to change bedding, thus I have no idea whether he’s actually capable of said task.
Yesterday at irk was not too bad, I did Troublesome Minion’s workstation assessment and got that sent off. She now has a copy of it which should make her happy since she’s complained at length that she never got a copy of her Occupational Health report nor chair assessment from 16 years ago. I have restrained myself from reminding her that OH reports are shared with her before management see them, and if she wanted the documentation then she had to open her mouth and use her words. Anyway, she’s got a copy of this one so she can’t complain to me about it.
Then my other minion (who is far better at advocating for himself) messaged with a string of questions that I needed to gather info for. He has a recent ADHD diagnosis and has a list of requests/requirements that our senior management and HR aren’t moving very far with. I have next to no influence there, so I advised him to speak to the union and see what they could do. He has done, and they are helping him make a case. He’s also spoken to someone at a govt department (Work and Pensions) so they’ll be making contact for some information as well. I’ve shunted all of this towards Erstwhile Manager so that she’s aware of it all, and doing my best to get him as much as possible of what he wants or needs.
I managed to get some other things done that have been on my list for a while, then spent a bit of time emptying one of the storage units in the office as we need to do that before we move to the new office since we’ve been told we can’t take any outdated paperwork with us. We still have boxes of exam scripts, dissertations and other miscellaneous items that need to go to confidential waste or off-site storage, depending on the age of said paperwork and our current retention policy.
Got home, made meatballs and sketties for dinner, watched a film and went to bed. My plans for today have been thwarted…intended to go to the gym first thing but the car wouldn’t start. I have no idea why, the battery’s less than a year old so that shouldn’t be an issue, could be any other part of the starting process, I have no idea. There’s no point calling the breakdown service today as we are going up north to visit friends so we won’t be back until tomorrow. It’ll wait until Monday instead. Typically, I had just booked the car in for an MoT and service, and paid about £350 for the privilege…and now Keith does not want to start. Bah!