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It was chucking it down this afternoon. I made it to the local café for a cardamom hot choc and millionaire shortbread.
Possibility of an interview for a temp job up town next week, but not due to start till Jan even if I get it, so have jumped through the DWP hoops and will be heading back to Maryhill JobCentrePlus (very 1984 – doubleplusgood?!) on Monday.
Good luck with the temp job Nuits, you deserve some luck.
I fell asleep. Woke up to Alice Roberts on BBC 4.
Got a bit carried away in response, james. Whoops! 😀
Sleeps your colleague sounds a grade A nightmare and bully. She is obviously someone who sounds like she is mentally stuck in 3rd form, or whatever it’s called now.
I think it sounds like you dealt with it well though – reacted calmly and didn’t get drawn into the confrontation she was trying to create. Just stick to basic assertiveness, if necessary the ‘cracked record’ and it should be fine. She’ll move on to someone else hopefully. There’s no earthly reason you shouldn’t come in early, so if necessary just repeat that and ask her to take it up with your line manager if she’s so bothered. I would also flag it discreetly to your line manager if you get on with them ok.
Now my own 1st world problems moan: I came home to a note shoved through the door which looked like a classic ‘next door’ note, but it claimed to come from someone else ie had a house number on it – on the other side of the road. It was perfectly polite in itself it asked if I could cut back the Ivy which is growing over my wall as they had ‘tripped on it’.
Now admittedly said ivy is v overgrown and had started to attach itself to the alleyway, but I don’t see why anyone would trip on it, they could just walk round, there’s plenty of room. Moreover I don’t see why someone on the other side of the road would be up my back passage anyway.
So I went over to the number of the house and said I believe there’s a problem no worries I’m on to it, and they completely denied putting the note through, which is odd, because if they didn’t want to be identified, why put their address on in the first place?
So i’ve cut the Ivy back (even though had to get a torch to do it, don’t want lawsuits) and reported the odd note (somewhat shamefacedly) to the local cop shop because I very much suspect it’s a next door creation and just wanted it on record.
But it’s a very odd do all round. Either I’ve got 2 weirdos living near me, or I’ve got one who’s pretending to be someone else for some reason. My money is on B) particularly since it used the same formulation for the address she uses, ie 21 acacia, rather than 21 acacia avenue, also the handwriting is massive (it used block capitals, so can’t compare it with previous next door oeuvrues, but her handwriting is massive, and similar paper. But anyway it’s somewhat discomb0bulating.
But having said that, a weird workmate is probably worse, because neighbours don’t pay your wages.
And it’s harder to ignore your workmates and report them to the police.
Well, nuits, good luck with the temp thing…as long as it is not doubleplusUNgood, lol.
All the best.
polly, that just sounds odd, glad you told your local coppers, weird.
Why can’t people just let it go in December, season of goodwill and merry festive and all that?
Off for a few days, some Christmas baking and decorating involved.
hugs to all.
Justy, things are there to get carried away about. This is the proper way of things 🙂 Next will come a measure of mulling, and suchlike, and the next version will be out there on the sketches tomorrow !
Notes to me:
– Amend things. But “no recognition”, I kind of like. Hmm. Can it work?
– Good rule: don’t keep things that jar just ‘cos I like them. I wouldn’f put a piece of mackerel in fromage blanc aux cherries just ‘cos I like mackerel.
– Mixed wards: consider this technical hitch. Do something about it.
– Possible option: wind down the MH wing, replace by non-specific MH symptoms, including non recognition / absence, that sort of thing.
– Write something about this.
Woohoo ! Enough russians and workshops and things, I’m going to be a writer. Extremely penniless, cool, and romantic, with a really nice sugar-mommy to pay the bills (such that I’m not poor really).
Hi! Yeah, we’ll see what happens with the interview. My pal Debs (we go back to student days) is coming up from Troon on Saturday, so we are planning lunch at the fabulous Persian Paradise, which I heartily recommend to anyone who visits Glasgow. (It’s also not far from Leo’s!)
The pub where I went with Elma and Amanda last week was good, too: Sparkle Horse.
Probably a way around no recognition, thinking about it.
I’ll re-read and get back to you, mate.
To Southern Comfort or not to Southern Comfort?
Oh, an interview? That’s a start, nuit. Good luck!
Enjoy your bakeaging and decromoranting, inty.
Haven’t had Southern Comfort for years…could be a taste sensation…take care, and good luck to 51 too on the return to job land Thursday.
Justa: Yeah, if I get through that, might just be able to get down to Pa’s for the festive season. Have a horrible feeling it might be our last. Mind, he had a good time today: visited my aunt (his sister-in-law) and uncle and saw the ‘new’ cat (a handsome marmalade boy, who has moved in on a part-time basis) commit cold-blooded muricide in the garden before coming indoors to be petted… Cats…!
Suspect she’ll slot back in well, but will be very tired. Will have to wait and see.
Take care, chick
If you can nuits, you will. This much I know.
Cats are funny. But true to their nature, even the soft ones.
I’ll tell you a secret. The ex’s kids are getting a kitten for crimble.
And don’t worry, they are a cat family. Their last one was a rescue who made right old racket, yet was deaf. Poor kitty was ill, but was well loved in her last few months.
This isn’t a crimble cat that will be abandoned!
Aw! Good to hear a nice kitty story.
Timmy put on a display for the family of pouncing on small mouse, playing with it, chasing and pouncing and then finally gobbling down the poor wee thing, in full view, before coming in, head-butting into Dad’s hand to ‘mark’ him. and generally cuting shamelessly in a way that more or less implied: “Mouse? What mouse?” I’ve only seen photos of him, but he has gorgeous marmalade markings.
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