Right On Me Thrup'ny Bits

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

I just had an IRRITATING day today. I'm sure we all have moments of irritation during our daily lives, but sometimes they appear to queue up and come at you all at once. So here was my Tuesday:

THE LADY IN THE LIFT
I got into the lift and a lady followed me. "I've been sent home," she snuffled. "I've had this cold FOR THREE WEEKS."

I backed further into my corner. I don't care if it ISN'T Covid-19. I still don't effing want your manky effing three-week cold. 

NOW WASH YOUR HANDS
This wasn't just yesterday, but for the past couple of weeks, Smock has been just INSUFFERABLE on the Covid-19 subject.

"It's SIMPLE!" she keeps telling anyone who will listen. "You just 'AVE to wash yer 'ands properly!" And then she adds that it's all been blown out of all proportion.

So there you have it, people of Britain. Panic over. 

WFH WTF
Word came around that we were having a trial run of working from home this week. People were so upset about it.

ME: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

So you had to choose whether you were going to WFH Wednesday or Thursday. Everyone had to write their name on a white board. But the way it was written was very confusing. I was trying to figure out which day Smock would be WFH so I could come in that day, thus getting myself TWO Smockless days.

Her name was under Wednesday so I told her "Thursday". But THEN to my horror I realised her name was indeed under Wednesday, but in the "coming into work column".

(I told you it was an effing stupid board).

So then I went back and said, "Oh Caro has said she's got to go out on Wednesday, so it's better for her if I work from home THAT day." 

To which Smock replied. "Oh yes, I've just changed my day too."

FFS!!!!

Oh well. One Smockless day is better than nothing, I suppose.

TAKING STOCK
Caro had a call with a nurse on Monday, to check on the state of her health post-gastric bypass. The nurse told her that her iron was dangerously low. So today I went to the supermarket to get red meat and broccoli and iron tablets.

And I wouldn't say it was panic-buying AS SUCH. But it definitely felt like Xmas shopping season in there. So instead of my usual lunchtime shop, which is pretty relaxing, I spent most of my time trying to get past idiots trying to decide which pasta to get.

IT'S EFFING PASTA! MAKE A DECISION AND MOVE ON!!

TRAIN IN VAIN
In the middle of every other effing thing I'm doing right now, we have penetration testers in to check the security of the system as already built.

I did not build this system. And I wasn't the analyst on it. The analyst who did those things is SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO PEN TESTER.

But she kept her head down all day and Smock pestered ME with his stupid effing questions all day, even though I'm in the middle of UAT with an implementation coming up.

And of course he had a question just as I was rushing off to catch my train. Which meant I missed it by one minute. 

"Oh well," I thought. "At least I'll be really early for the NEXT train and get a seat easily."

Except the next train was late. Which meant that, by the time it arrived, I was surrounded by grumpy commuters and shoved onto a packed train for an hour all the way home.

And now my Tuesday is over. Here's to Wednesday.

S.