I thought it was Friday today
I’ve had a good day. The Crow made us laugh endlessly – by default rather than by design – again.Let me set the scene....I work as a manager within the NHS and share an office with 5 lovely ladies. Next door through an adjoining room is another manager – the same grade and responsibilities as me. Until last year she was pleasant enough and always nice to talk to, but in a friendly old-neighbour way (mine died on Boxing Day and I never knew – shows you how good a neighbour I am) The only difference is, she is the “Office Manager” too. A term only used in non-profit making utilities for has-beens to feel as though they have some importance still, despite outlasting their usefulness in the last ice age. The Crow, O Bingo-Winged one, is such a star.
Being the office manager entails looking after the office incase such happenings that may cause distress, accidental injury and inefficiency all-round are avoided. This means that all holiday, sickness, leaving the office for meetings should all be noteable to the Office Manager. This also means that I have to report to a fellow manager to let her know of my whereabouts and to book my holiday. This pisses me a little.
Today it snowed. Not as heavy as yesterday, but it snowed. The Crow likes a good emergency. She is very orderly and punctual but has lapses of hypochondriacy and general witterances of no depth or use. Today she came dressed in attire not usually worn by her for work (think normal as big flowery dresses and fuschia-coloured tops with no sleeves) She is not a woman blessed with slenderness either. She came dressed as though she was about to ascend Kilimanjaro, excepting the oxygen bottle and St. Bernard. Imagine a Teletubby in jeans and hiking-boots and your half-way there.
What was also lacking was the usual amount of lurid slap that grips perilously thick on her face. For once, it was not I that had pointed out her lack of warpaint today as I assumed she was her usual ugly self. Sarah, (one of the 5) had been told in confidence by the Crow that the makeup was missing as she “didn’t want to make a mess of herself if she had to dig the car out”, to which I pointed out to Sarah that she should have immediately recommended to Crow that she use a shovel to dig her car out and not her face. Sarah, in a blinding flash, retorted that she would have advised the Crow of this had she not told her that she had already used her trowel to dig her husbands car out with and had no means now of appying her make up.
It was one of those “you-had-to-be-there” moments......trust me.
God I need a drink.
Still no call from the bf since he left me again on Tuesday morning. I’m not missing him like mental like last year, but I can’t help feel that my mind’s changing with my new found independence, yet I don’t know in what way.
Random Thought: Does a Barium Follow-Through occur after you have a Barium Meal or are the two completely different?
Random Link: news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/4296035.stm
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