Showing posts with label Jilted John. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jilted John. Show all posts

Monday, March 12, 2007

The Turn-ups in Johnnie Fingers' Pyjama Bottoms

The Geldof Sanction applies, 'I Hate Mondays'. Actually this isn't strictly true, what I hate is the fact I'm always chasing my tail on a Monday because the day starts late because Cal has to be got to school. Throw into the mix that today I had a collections management meeting, a call from the person for whom I drop things (less demanding today a pm response required.

Meeting is cool but raises a few issues from the GM asking about the number of groups that are going on. A case of not invented here I feel. They're always welcome over anytime they fancy, its one of the advantages of being in the more loose, bohemian, anarchic part of the region.

Return to a message from Mildred which tells me FoI has reared its ugly head. Confess later to Helen much as it can be a drag its a skill set I'd be loathe to lose. Contact her turns out some mails have gone astray (their mail list is as bad as ours!) Arrange to go over tomorrow to see her. This necessitates a trip to Portia which allows me to show Tracy where her Performance Management training is, to take a trip round the latest developments of the Big Dig (Liverpudlian humour on the part of the City Council I guess, they can't call it [insert your own expletive of choice] roadworks). So off to the Land of Manc I trot twice this week. Discover the postcard bid was successful so need to draft a design brief in a hurry.....

So home and food via the supermarket twice, once for salad and the second time to retrieve a finger bandage to dress the cat's paw (well Monst did that as head nurse round here, I'd be shagging useless at that sort of caper, my job is to hold the poor wee beastie and intercept any sharp teeth heading in Monst's direction). Then take Monst to work, deposit the boy into bed, blog and relax with some music (Jilted John's 'Jilted John' origin of the beginnings of training sessions 'Here we go 2-3-4' and some other stuff from that sort of time). Gently relax, should do some work but can't be arsed, no doubt I'll pay for that attitude tomorrow when again I get to chase my tail.....