Monday, February 18, 2008

Slow machines and cancellations

Ah the existential pain of getting back to work. It’s taken me at least four hours to get my working head on again. If I even have such a thing. Groan. Added to that, my computer is playing up big-time and I have to have one of the IT technicians come and sort it out for me before I can even get onto the web. Excel’s rather dodgy too. At least I think they’re coming to sort it out – perhaps they’re just going to shoot me and hire someone who understands the computer? It may yet be the cheaper option …

Still, nobody seems very inspired today – our lunchtime Steering Group was cancelled as everyone is away, so it meant I could pop in to see Gladys in hospital over lunch rather than this evening – when I so desperately want to be at home. And talking of home, this morning Lord H and I were both longing to give up work and retire to a life of leisure, so it’s amazing we’ve managed to reach our offices at all. We just have so much more fun – and are far more relaxed – on our holidays. Really, retirement is wasted on the old. Poor Gladys though – not at her best again today, although at least she did vaguely recognise me. Lordy but she hates being in hospital so much. Can’t say I blame her either.

Anyway, the lunchtime cancellations have left me with a job-lot of sandwiches and very few people to eat them. Even the sabbaticals are all away, darn it. Though I can’t say I blame them – our boss is sick and has actually come in to do work. Double groan. If I’m sick for next week’s Thorn in the Flesh launch because I’ve picked something up from him, trust me: I will not be happy!!! Big time.

Oh and here's a poem which sums up my day. Basically.

My head

is full of soup
so there's no chance
of connection

with the mother-ship
today

if you're asking.



Tonight Lord H is at the shops as I just can’t bear the thought of them. And I’m intending to try to get my head together (don’t wait up then …) and, when I fail at that, watch “The Palace”. Not sure I’m up to working out what Annyeke’s going to get up to next in The Gifting but I might dabble a little. Ooh, and some kind person might even have looked at Thorn in the Flesh on Amazon as I actually have a rating now. Of sorts. Well, gosh!


Today’s nice things:

1. Surviving the day
2. Poetry
3. TV.

Anne Brooke
Anne's website
Goldenford Publishers

7 comments:

Denise said...

The other problem with them using your middle name on Amazon is that now it doesn't link you to your other books!

My head is full of soup too, Mondays...

Anne Brooke said...

I know! Mind you, I'm so Z-list that maybe I do need to pretend to be someone else. Hell, that could work ...

:))

A
xxx

Jan said...

Think MY head is full of MUSH-room spoup today!

Anne Brooke said...

My favourite!

:))

A
xxx

Susan said...

I know what you mean about wishing you could retire. Peter and I dream of it all the time.

My parents were lucky enough to retire early - dad was 55 I think and they have so much fun now. They see people for leisurely lunches and jump into their motor home and go wherever they fancy if the weather is fine - they have no ties so can stay somewhere as long as they like and come back when they feel like it. Jealous moi????

TitaniaWrites said...

Ah, soup-head! Yes, I had that yesterday too....

Anne Brooke said...

I'm jealous, Sue - hugely!!

And glad it wasn't just me that has a soupy day, Tania!

:))

A
xxx