I've managed to escape from this week's self-inflicted shit fight at work that saw me reprimanded for lack of attention to detail to the point where I'm checking everything 100 times and looking for a new job just in case I'm asked to walk through the revolving door of the Executive Suite.
All my fault and getting used to new systems and ways of doing things without any mentor to shadow my every move. I've made a few boo-boos this week. Nothing to have a cow about but someone thought they were a hanging offence . . well lesson learned I guess.
Not all bad, they sang happy birthday to me as I left this afternoon so I guess I'm still employed for a while . . . but the Friday Fuckwit definitely goes to ME who not only printed out month old Action Items for my GM's Peer Review but also this afternoon, spent about 20 minutes wondering why my key wouldn't work in my car door before realising that it was not my car!
Someone else with an old Honda Accord had parked next to me, same colour, same age . . .it was only when I noticed it didn't have seat covers that I realised my mistake. Normally, I can tell my car by the thick layer of dust on the duco but since my Nephew detailed it a couple of weeks ago, it looks half respectable!
Slunk into my own car and pootled home. Fucking fucktard fuckwit! Perhaps she who doubts my attention to detail has a point! Managed to get the board papers out tho! Ner!
Have a great weekend folks. Its a nothing-worth-celebrating birthday for me today so I'm out for dinner with a couple of friends I haven't seen for a decade . . so, so, looking forward to it. Breakfast at a 'secret' location tomorrow, organised by the kidlets and the Outlaws Family Picnic day on Sunday so posting might be sparse.
Other October 16th birthdays ironically are in Irish Rector's families - Happy birthday to the pseudonomically named Hannah Montana - kiddywink of the Rambling Rural Rector and to lovely Rev. Ian Poulton! See, sometimes I remember.