The Past Few Days.

* Chaos is ensuing at work. From tomorrow there are two cleaners rather than the required four. Up to then for the past week there has been one. ME.

Don't ask me what is going on. I have no idea. There are rumours abound, but all I know definitely is that The Bitch is off sick for the foreseeable future (but no clue as to what's wrong with her), The Colleague has been on holiday for the past two weeks (but returns tomorrow, thank God), there is nobody that The Company can send to provide cover for the deficiency (though they still seem to expect the work to get done) and they are still looking for a fourth person to join the crew in any case because yet another one buggered off three weeks ago. Meanwhile, the store is going to hell and I'm pissed off.

* It's that special time of the month again. It's bang on time, of course. It always is; but somehow I'm never prepared for it. Anyway,  now everything aches, I'm uncomfortable and I'm pissed off to a near murderous degree by things that usually wouldn't bother me (I think being pissed off by the work thing is justified, though) while also feeling an acute urge to burst into tears at irregular intervals for no reason (or practically no reason) at all. 

I know that as symptoms go, this is nothing, but still: meh. Sometimes being a woman sucks...

* My work/dog walking/wet weather boots died today. I had hoped that they could last out until October. My birthday is in October, you see, and I know this sounds mercenary but I was planning on asking people to give me money rather than presents (family, that is; as in the people who would normally buy me presents, rather than total strangers) so that I could get a new pair without breaking into my little emergency buffer. But t'was not to be. After hanging on grimly for a few extra weeks, they died a death today and I had to shuffle my way to the outdoor store and fork out £49.99 for a new pair. 

I know that £49.99 isn't all that much for good sturdy waterproof boots. And I know that considering how much use they get, around 8 months is a good long time for them to last. But damnit, 18 days! My birthday is in 18 days!

=makes disapproving growly noise=

* I spent the latter part of today (once I had recovered after work) doing a "full deconstructive recovery" to restore Niles to his factory settings after he buggered up to a degree that ordinary tweaking wouldn't fix. So then I had to put everything back again, which caused problems in itself, because while Google Chrome was loading up a few sneaky applications crept through and latched themselves to the hard-drive like nasty little software limpets. So then I had to sort THAT out, which took ages because the Nasty Software Limpets clung for dear life and made things as difficult as they possibly could. 

=makes bigger disapproving growly noise=

* Had a letter from the opticians yesterday. I am six months overdue for my 2 yearly eye exam. Whoopee.

Considering that I am pretty sure that my eyes have deteriorated just enough to warrant yet another new prescription and also considering how much that new prescription is going to cost, they can sod off for now. I'm not driving at the moment and for all the every day things I can see just fine, thank-you-very-much. 

* The dog ran off today for ten minutes and came back looking guilty. I don't know what he ate, but whatever it is has given him flatulence so powerful that both of us are struggling with it, let alone just me.

He just dropped another one. Oh, dear GOD, that's bad!

Anyway! It's shaping up to be one of those weeks....

...Oh, shit shit shit! Mother just got back from orchestra, which sent the dog into his usual frenzy of delight, which caused him to knock the table I am sat at, which (because I didn't react fast enough) caused the glass I had on it to go flying through the air, sending a cascade of cherryade after it onto our rug. Our green rug. Which now has soggy red patches all over it.

=SIGH. HEAD-DESK. SIGH= 

At least he didn't knock it all over the computer, I suppose. Got to go, anyway. I need to tackle to pop before it dries and becomes impossible to shift.

...Resisting the urge to buy gin, resisting the urge to buy gin...