Feetgazer Gig

Last night was fantastic. I got into London just after six where I met up with a friend who was coming to the gig with me, then we made our way to Camden via a very hot and sticky tube. I really couldn’t do that every day, it’d drive me nuts.

We found a Wagamamas near where the gig was being held so decided to eat in there. The food is a bit fancy for me, but tasty nonetheless. The one thing I do begrudge though is going out to eat with someone who wants to split the bill dead in half when you’ve just made it blindingly clear that you don’t have any spare pennies. Considering I’d paid £6.50 for the car park at the train station so get us home safely, then £12.50 for a travel card and £12 for the tickets (all three days before pay day!) I wasn’t in the mood to split things down the middle. Especially as I’d only come away with a cheapish main course, a diet coke and an ice lolly in comparison with her not-so-cheap main course, expensive fancy desert, beer and two mugs of green tea. Humph!

Anyway! Rants aside.

Eventually we walked down to and found Dingwalls. It’s not all that easy to find as it has Jongleurs written on the door! Intelligent, I must say. It was a bit dark inside but the bar was relatively close to the door, so it was a case of sniff out the bevies and see who was on stage.

The first guy to play was a young artist called James Murray. I think we must have missed his first song but the rest of his set was amazing. At the end of his set he said he had a MySpace page so I decided to look him up when I got home.

He was the only act I managed to catch the name of. There was another one on between him and Feetgazer but I failed to catch their name. Looking at the list provided by Dingwalls prior to the evening I can’t even deduce from that who the other acts were as none of them sound familiar and James isn’t even listed!

Finally it was time for Feetgazer to get themselves set up, which they took their time doing! Feetgazer’s lead singer is a guy called Richie Wermerling and he’s the reason I wanted to head down there and see them perform. Richie used to be the lead singer back in the 90s of a group called Let Loose so I’ve always had a bit of a fan girl thing going on for him, but this was to be my first time seeing him live.

I wasn’t disappointed. They were fantastic, full of energy, enthusiasm and genuinely looked like they belonged on stage together. They opened up with Wonderland, and then went into the newer song Smokescreens and Planes. Beggars and Thieves followed with You and Me Against the World after. Finally my two favourite tracks were played; She Rocks and Sexy Woman. They’re both cracking lively tracks which are guaranteed to get things tapping! At one stage during She Rocks, Richie decided to jump into the crowd at the front of the stage and started clapping. He almost landed on me which I wasn’t too amused with! If you have access to my videos on MySpace they’re worth checking out to see how they perform live.

All in all it was a great night and I met some new people. One is a woman who added me to her MySpace from Richie’s page. Turns out that she knows my friend Jules from their days of stalking Take That! It’s a very small world indeed.

I Think They Call It “Sod’s Law”

I’ve been patiently waiting for today for at least a couple of months. Now it’s here and I feel rubbish. I’ve been up and down for a while, more down than up to be honest. Today just seemed to top it all though.

My body obviously wasn’t content with me have a flare up of my arthritis, nor was it content with a slight cold and hayfever. It needed something else to give me an “edge”. So today it decided to add dizziness to the pile. Not just normal stand-up-rush-to-the-head dizziness, but proper full on falling-over-can’t-stand-up-for-love-nor-money dizziness. I got out of bed and immediately fell onto the floor. Not the best place to land as I narrowly missed hitting my head on the door as I fell. I hauled myself up and grabbed on to everything to make my way into the bathroom. My room is right at the top of the stairs, so as soon as I step out of my door I’m on the top step. Dangerous at any time but in the 4 years I’ve been in that room I’ve yet to fall down the stairs! I’ve probably cursed myself now! Soon as I let go of my bedroom door I was back on the floor again, this time right at the top of the stairs. I tried to get back up but that was unsuccessful. After a few more attempts I made it into the bathroom. By this point I was feeling down right sick but managed to make it into the bath for a shower after sitting on the floor for a while trying to get my head straight.

I just can’t attribute it to anything. I ate properly yesterday and it was only 6 in the morning so my sugar levels should still have been ok. By the time I needed to leave for work things were still spinning a bit, but not so much that I couldn’t drive; even though I did feel sick whenever I accelerated. As a result I think I annoyed half of Watford by driving at 25 mph all the way up to MX.

I feel marginally better now. I’ve eaten, and I’ve drunk a fair bit, although I still feel dizzy I feel better able to cope with it.

Sod’s Law…….because I’m going out tonight. I have been looking forward to this for ages. I’m off into Camden to see Richie Wermerling play his first proper gig for 12 years tonight and I can’t wait! His new music is fantastic, and now that G4 have split I feel the need to find myself a new stalking subject! Poor man!

Just another manic Monday.....

After being away last weekend I was happy to have a weekend at home to myself and not being woken up by banging on the walls! Mind you I’d have swapped a rendition of Tinkle Tinkle Little Star for being woken up by my mother shouting at my dad from the top of the stairs. My parents are incapable of letting me get some rest on a Saturday morning. Once they’d left to do some shopping I got up and put my washing on. Whilst I was going I cleaned the kitchen as I normally do on a Saturday morning. Its force of habit now and I start to get withdrawals if I can’t get to clean the sink especially. It’s oddly satisfying seeing a gleaming stainless steel sink shining up at you, so shiny in fact you can see your face in it. Literally. It’s my pride and joy on a Saturday morning and I’m devastated when the parentals come home and get it all wet and smeary! But for those few precious moments it’s perfect to the point you could eat your dinner off it! Not that I’d like to try though mind you!

This morning saw one of the worst days I’d had for a while. It started with barely any sleep last night as I was in a lot of pain with my hips and legs. I couldn’t take any painkillers as the ones that work have to be taken with food. I can’t attribute the pain to anything either really as I’d rested most of Sunday. Maybe that was the problem then. I was due to take my CSCS exam today and was booked in at 8am. Daft time to take any test if you ask me. Then I was worrying last night about where to park, but it turns out that the shopping centre close by opens its car parks at 7.30 in the morning so I didn’t have to worry in the end. From these car parks your only way out on foot is to go through the shopping centre itself, unless you particularly want to risk life and limb by walking down the car exit points. So I took my time walking through the shopping centre as I was still 25 minutes early and the test centre was only a two minute walk from the entrance of the shopping centre. I reached the end by Waterstones book shop and prepared to go out after browsing their window display until I saw a guy pushing frantically at the doors. Turns out they were still locked so I couldn’t have got out anyway! I wasn’t too worried as I’d seen a couple of people working in the shops already so thought that the security guard couldn’t be too far behind to open up. When he did arrive he gave me a weird look. He was probably wondering if I’d slept in there all night! Anyway I finally got out and made my way up to the test centre.

Once there a whole new nightmare began! I buzzed on the buzzer and the guy at the other end told me to pull the door hard towards myself. Easier said than done! My arthritis was giving me grief in my hands too so I didn’t really have the strength to pull on anything, let alone a dodgy door. After unsuccessfully pulling at the door for a minute I gave in and buzzed again. This time he said he’d send someone down to help me much to my relief.

I saw a guy coming to my rescue and he had a hard enough time getting the door open too, so thankfully it wasn’t just me being a wimp. Finally I got upstairs to the test centre and waited to be called in.

To cut an even longer story short I failed the exam! There were a few areas that I need to look at but they don’t tell you which questions you got wrong so it’s a case of guess work, or re-reading the whole book. So far no one in here has asked about it, so I’ll keep it that way! My boss is so forgetful that he’s forgotten about it too, plus he wasn’t in when I came in so he didn’t even know that I was later in. He rolled in an hour and a half after me, claiming he’d been at the dentist.

So the rest of the day so far has been spent trying to look busy, emailing Bernie, and sorting out Hardip after I received a text from him asking where I was. Turns out there’d been a bit of confusion over something that went out on Friday. To quote, “thing is, when you’re not here I have to work with the incompetent muppets who think they know more about document control than they actually do.” I think in his own way he was telling me that he missed me, hahaha! He had asked the guy who sits opposite if he knew what I’d done with this and his reply was “well she’s usually sh!t hot on sending out stuff so I imagine its fine.” Now why can’t people compliment you to your face?! I won’t bite……too hard!

Home, James

Hels was up early to take Christopher to nursery whilst Pete was waiting in for the boiler man to come. I took this chance to have a shower and pack all my bits up so we could be straight away when it was time to catch my train. When I stayed with them last year we had a mad dash to the station so I could catch my train. Otherwise it would have been a good few hours wait till the next one!

I wasn’t due on the train till just after 1pm so we watched a film together then I played with Beth whilst Hels printed me out a set of the newest family photos. We discovered that Beth loves a little multi coloured elephant from her car seat so we brought that in and it kept her amused for a good hour, till hunger kicked in and insanity was restored!

We arrived at the station in plenty of time so there was no mad dash over the bridge to the other platform thankfully. I said my goodbyes and made my way up to the station. Virgin Trains staff are always so pleasant. They’re more than happy to offer to carry your case for you; mind you I was struggling with a suitcase and an across the body medium sized bag hobbling along with a crutch supporting one side of me.

I finally arrived back in sunny Watford and jumped straight into a cab at the station. I was pleased there were plenty there as I was feeling nice and relaxed and didn’t fancy trying to trek home on foot.

So that was my time away. Oddly enough I did feel much better for being away, I felt relaxed, and dare I say it……happy. Least, happier anyway. It made me realise that there is more to life than just working, coming home, flaking out and going to the doctors or hospital.

Penultimate Day

Today is my last full day with the clan. It’s over far too quick. Beth is still suffering with a cold so refuses to have much feed. Still, we managed to settle her and take a trip to John Lewis to get a birthday present for Pete. We thought this would be a hard task but headed to the electrical section to see if we could find a new toy for Pete to play with. Sorry, gadget, not toy! Anyway, pretty quickly we came across some funky looking photo frames. They were no ordinary photo frames though…..they were USB ones. You plug them into the USB port of your computer, load in a memory card (I think!) and all your photos are played on the screen of the frame. Quite funky I thought! It was all a bit too easy, the ideal gift, Bethan still asleep…… we decided to head back over to Sainsburys to get something for lunch. We ended up with a big fat baguette and a pack of bacon, heaven! By the time we got home Bethan had just started to stir and was ready for a small bit of lunch herself. By the time we’d finished and watched a film it was time to pick Christopher up from nursery, stopping off on the way to pick up his prescription and drop it off at the chemist. It’s one heck of a walk up there. It’s all uphill on the way so I was cream crackered by the time we reached the nursery. Hels went in whilst I looked after Bethan outside. I saw a little blue flash come past one window and stop at the window next to me. Christopher had come darting through the nursery and was grinning at me through the window! On the trip back home (thankfully downhill all the way!) we stopped a good number of times so that Christopher could look over some railings and see the stream which run parallel to the main road. I was grateful for the breaks to be honest, my arthritis was playing up and I was shattered from 3 nights of not going to bed before 11.30. You wouldn’t believe I turn 26 in June would you!

Finally we made it home and later we all collapsed in front of the telly with our sausage and mash to watch the last episode of Life on Mars. I’d seen it before but was always willing to watch it again, if not for the excellent story lines then for the eye candy!

Lazy Day

We had a lazy day today. Mostly it was filled with feed and kids TV. There’s one programme that Christopher loves called “In the Night Garden”. It’s a funny programme, but kept me hooked all the same! The main character in it is called Upsy Daisy and she’s a funny looking character, pink and yellow striped if my memory serves me right. Christopher can’t say Upsy Daisy or In the Night Garden, so when he wants to watch the recordings of this programme he’ll just walk about saying, what sounds like, “Cee Cee Cee”. Cute! One of the other characters is called Macka Packa, and his bum looks likes Christopher’s does when his nappy is full!

Mid afternoon and Pete finally stops working. Hels sends him out to Tesco to get some bits for a BBQ, as well as a couple of disposable BBQs as they have no gas for their main one. After a couple of hours he comes back armed with the BBQs and loads of meat and some withered looking salad. I think a BBQ is always a man’s domain as neither Hels nor I were allowed near to help! We were on little people duty, i.e. keeping Christopher away from the hot bits and making sure he didn’t tip himself backwards over the chair when he was eating. Bethan came to sit out with us for a short while, although it was disturbing to see how interested she was in all the meaty bits of food! Spose it is tastier than formula milk!

The marathon bed time routine commenced, this time with the added bonus of them trying to give Christopher a bath! He’d decided today that he wanted to eat mud so was pretty much grubby from that and putting a flower pot on his head! I did get another good night kiss from him when he was clean; I’m now well and truly excepted!

At 11.30 Beth came in for her feed and change and decided that tonight she’d pee all over daddy when he was changing her!!! I had to hide my laughter behind a handily placed cushion!

Ahhhh, bed time at last! Macka Packa acka wacka micka macka moo……..zzzzzzzzz

Tinkle, Tinkle little star....

I woke at 6.30 to the tones of a three year old singing “Tinkle tinkle little star.” Usually cute but not so much at 6.30 on a Saturday morning! The endless rounds of feeding began not long after that and finally the adults got to eat at 11. By this time my stomach thought that my throat had been cut, but I was the polite guest and waited patiently for my warm croissants! I thought I was the only one in my group of friends who had too much butter, but it turns out that Hels is on the railroad to heart disease too! Washed down by another mug of tea I was finally satisfied and waited to see what the plan was for the day. We were all sat in the kitchen whilst Christopher ran around like a mad thing in his welly boots, Bethan was having a kick around in her play pen and Hels and Pete were exchanging sentences in code. “Shall we do the thing now”, was one of said sentences. Minutes later Helen disappeared and then reappeared with Bethan grunting in her arms, holding an envelope. I assumed we were going to have a walk into the village and post a letter and have a trip to Somerfield whilst we were there, but Hels came over to me and gave me the envelope. On the front was written “Aunty Cath”. Thinking it was an invitation to the christening of Bethan I opened it to find out when I’d need to book holiday for. I pulled the card out (handmade with a picture of Bethan on the front), opened it and read “Dear Aunty Cath, please will you be my Godmother? Love and hugs, Bethan xxx”. It was at this point that I welled up and asked in a squeaky high pitched voice, “Really?!” So I was passed Bethan who grunted in my arms for a little while before she wanted her mum again and later in the day we celebrated with a bottle of champagne and a Chinese for dinner.

The day was wonderfully sunny so Helen and I took the kids out to Tesco. Not much of a trip but she needed to stock up on a few bits for the kids. I felt so proud as I pushed Bethan in her pram; people would look in and coo over how gorgeous she is. Both were as good as gold when we were going round, Bethan slept a lot and Christopher just chewed on a cucumber which was still in its wrapping!

When we got home we sat in the garden with the kids. It amazed me how many birds they get in their garden. Back down south we only get a couple of robins, a pair of doves and the occasional blackbird with a scattering of dunnocks. Up north though they had doves, blackbirds, woodpeckers, sparrows, wagtails, loads!

Evening time came and so did the time for the kids to head to bed. We’d already put in our order for dinner so that was sorted. Bed time there is run to a set routine.

First it’s antibiotic time for Christopher, then teeth time, then night night water. After that we have puffer time and finally nappy time. I’ve never truly appreciated how gross poo is until it’s on a nappy infront of you stinking the room out! Grim stuff! Progress tonight though, Christopher lent over so I could give him a goodnight kiss! So cute!

Once Christopher goes up they bring Bethan down to the front room to sleep coz Christopher has a habit of banging on the wall which’ll just wake her up and set off a whole chain of screaming. At 10.30 it’s time for the last feed before bed. That takes about 15 minutes and is usually completed with Bethan sleep feeding! It amazes me because she didn’t even wake up when her nappy was changed either!

At 11 it’s flake out time for everyone. Bethan comes upstairs and we’re all so shattered that we head to bed fighting to stay awake till we’re changed and safely in the bed, whilst trying not to tread on squeaky floor boards and wake sleeping little people.

Today I feel that Christopher has got a lot more used to me. He’s happy to play peek-a-boo round the side of the house and plays around me rather than on the other side of the room. That has to be progress.

Hollibob Time

I started the day early, getting up at normal work time so I could clear from the bathroom enabling everyone else to get up. My mum had an appointment at the fracture clinic at 9.30 so needed to be up early for that. I was initially planning on taking her to that appointment but my dad decided that he was feeling well enough to drive so he took her, and left me with a fiver to get a cab to the station. They were back from the hospital by 10.15 so in the end they took me to the station to catch my train. I was quite loaded with stuff so I was grateful.

The train was a few minutes late, neither here nor there really, but I got talking to an elderly lady and her granddaughter on the platform so it wasn’t too bad a wait. Plus the weather was gorgeous; I just hoped it would be the same up north. The day before I’d looked at the long range forecast and it showed rain. Joy!

Upon boarding the train I got a distinct whiff of poo. Initially I put it down to having just entered the food cart section, but was dismayed to find that the stink extended all the way up the carriage, and beyond where I was sitting. A few seats away sat a rowdy bunch of men, possibly on a stag do. From their outfits that’s the only thing I can think they’d be doing dressed like that. The theme was Hawian-ish. One had a grass skirt on over shorts and was wearing a long brown wig. All were swigging beer and talking too loudly. Maybe I’m just over sensitive to these things, but I hate lots of noise in such a confined space.

I was ecstatic when the hour and a half train journey was over. Macclesfield station smelt so fresh after!

I managed to find Helen who had come to pick me up. She arrived a few minutes after me and met me in the car park as she couldn’t leave the kids. This was going to be the first time I was seeing her new little baby, Bethan, in the flesh so I was excited. Christopher, her 3 year old son, was a little bit shy at first, but was soon happy when we played peek-a-boo round the side of his car seat! Both were fast asleep soon after we set out on the 15 minute drive to their house.

Once we were home it was great to catch up whilst the kids slept for a bit. Soon as they were awake though all hell broke loose! I’d bought the kids a present each. It was Christopher’s birthday at the end of February and I hadn’t got around to sending him anything so it was a good chance. Luckily he loves Thomas the Tank engine so I’d found this really cool train and matching wrapping paper. The train worked on a traction kind of system. It was a Thomas attached to a trailer, and on the trailer was another train (Trevor I think his name is). The two trains were joined by a piece of string and when you pulled Trevor back, holding Thomas firmly in place, Trevor would roll up onto the trailer and send Thomas careering forwards. By the time we managed to get it out of the box and detach it from the endless amount of metal ties and sellotape Christopher was getting really restless and wanted to play with it. However, all wasn’t rosy once we’d got it away from the box! Upon discovering that the two trains were attached Christopher got quiet distressed and had a tantrum. He’s autistic so finds it very very hard to communicate and let us know what’s bothering him. So we had to guess. We came to the conclusion that it was because they were joined and he couldn’t have them side by side, going at the same pace. So we eventually decided that we would separate the two trains by cutting the cord that joined them. So I held the two trains so that the string was taught and Hels cut with the scissors, on the understanding that we could eventually rejoin the 2 ends and the train would be restored to its full glory. Hels cut…………..and one end of the string disappeared into the back of Thomas…….where we couldn’t get at it ever again! We’ve never laughed so hard, and I’m killing myself laughing now just thinking about it! So damn funny! We just looked at each other and said “Oh, I didn’t think about that”. I’m blonde, but Hels’ excuse what that she’s still suffering with pregnancy brain! I wonder if it’s catching!!!!

Anyway, after that we had to hold off laughing coz Christopher was getting upset as he didn’t realise that we were laughing at our own stupidity and not at him. After a little while of watching him playing, now happily. With his trains we retired to the kitchen and held off getting any of the other bits out incase he was upset again. He’s usually a really happy boy, but if something frustrates him then he’s inconsolable for a little while, but it’s soon forgotten. He gets particularly upset if Bethan starts to cry because he can’t understand why; even if he knows she’s ok he still starts to cry himself.

Hels brought Bethan down from her nap an hour or so after and she gurgled and grunted at me for a bit. She was suffering with a bit of a cold and didn’t want to feed so she threw it all back up again. Baby puke is nicer to look at than adult puke.

Hels’ hubby, Pete, came home about 7.30 and between them they got the kids sorted and into bed. Finally we could settle and have some dinner. Pete had offered to baby-sit (brave man!) so after dinner Hels and I headed out to the pub in the village. I’m tempted to move up north because the men seem to be more attractive! We found a good place to sit and people watch and had a few drinks whilst reminiscing about the old days.

Helen and I met whilst working for the same company about 9 years ago. I left about 6 months after she joined and we remained in contact ever since. I was there when she married Pete 5 years ago, was a lovely day in March, windy but lovely!

We ended up coming home just after 11. She’s a full time mother so was shattered and I’m too easily tired. It was a relief to drop into bed and sleep.

Thursday the 12th... always worse than Friday the 13th!

Least from past experience anyway! Judging by this evening's antics that still stands. Whilst out on a drive with a friend we found ourselves up in Dunstable. Very nice up there, although too many unlit roads for my liking! Don't get me wrong, I'm against light pollution and all that, just not when I'm in a car, haha! Me....selfish....never!

The friend I was with has just bought herself a new car. It's a year old Yaris, much newer than mine at an ancinet 5 years!

Tonight we had come through from Dunstable and were following the signs to Hemel (once we were in Hemel we were confident of the way home!). I estimate our speed to have been about 40mph at the time, so whilst not break-neck speed it's hardly safe on an unlit road. All of a sudden I hear myself shout out an obscenity followed by, "please brake!" Turns out the road had narrowed really suddenly to cater for some kind of bridge and possibly as a warning for the sharp turn directly after. I kid you not, we were inches away from taking the side off the car and ramming head on into the mini which was just exiting the bit of single file road. Needless to say the said friend now has a brown stain on the front seat and tomorrow I undergo surgery to replace my stomach!

Actually, tomorrow I'm off up Norff. I'm visiting my friend who had a baby in December. I'm really looking forward to seeing them, despite the earlier text message which informed me that they'd spent all day in A&E with their son as he'd decided to "jump through a pane of glass". I shall be interested to find out what his motives were and just where that pane of glass was!

I shall be back on Tuesday afternoon ready for steralization and another 2 weeks off work!

Hope you have a great weekend Rich :-)

Farewell Insanity!

Driving to work this morning I heard my phone beeping to signify a text message. Being the law abiding citizen that I am waited till I parked at work before I read it. Message from Sue; G4 splitting up after the tour. Whilst this group has played a big role in my life lately (not to mention brought me back to someone I’d lost contact with 8 years ago) I strangely am not overly sad about it. I logged onto the forum when I’d managed to haul myself up the stairs to double check the info was right, not that I think Sue would lie to me!

After 3 tours, eight years together and 3 successful albums that’s it. No more. Kaput. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Can’t think of anymore words!

The good thing to come out of this is that when the hysteria dies down I won’t have to read anymore of the rubbish that is posted on that forum to get to the interesting stuff. Always a huge bonus considering the amount of crap that people spout. The whole management-dropping-them saga enraged me beyond belief. Mainly because the guy who managed them was an old friend of mine who I used to present a show with when we were at Watford Hospital Radio. I know, I’m not the DJ-ing type now, but I was back then! We used to have a riot of an evening up there. Anyway, I defended this guy to the hilt and now I get the silent treatment for basically telling them all to get a grip because it’s all business at the end of the day!

It’s both sad and amusing to read people have been bawling their eyes out all day. People have been hitting the booze in a last ditch attempt to drown their sorrows, not that drinking ever helps or solve anything mind you. Come on people, get realistic, they were hardly ever going to be Take That.

Unsympathetic? Maybe. But maybe I’m living in the real world now.

“A true friend only proves his worth when it is tested”

There are a few people in your life that you think, and hope, will always be there. Not necessarily as someone to rely on but as a stable figure in your life. I have a couple of people like that. Someone I thought was like that turned out to be totally different last week by suggesting that I needed “help” for discussing with a colleague our tips on pain management. This guy started in our office about 9 months ago; he only has one leg and has been on pretty much the same medication as I have over the last two years. We now take the same painkillers so know how the other is feeling when one is having a “bad day”. Is there really any harm in that? Should I seek help for talking to someone, probably the only person, who understands how I feel on a daily basis?

Yesterday was a bit of a nightmare day to be honest. I was sorting out a database on a project where I have found myself to be “Workspace Administrator”. Being this gives me total rights over the whole database to move it about and edit it to within and inch of its life. I did exactly that yesterday although I wasn’t planning on it taking all damn day. To this day I’m still unsure why I am God of that particular project, it all started when my boss got married last year (serves him right!) and left me loads of his work to do – something he takes enormous pleasure in doing not just to me. I’m used to him doing this now but he does lay it on too thick with the boys who haven’t been here as long. Anyway, when he went away he left me with the task of writing an official document on “Document Referencing Standards Procedure” for a project based in Fareham. He left very brief instructions in his wake which I tried in vain to follow, but to be honest he might as well have just said “’ere, write this.” The document gives guidance on how to reference drawings and other documentation relating to projects. Every project has its own system which needs to be followed to the letter to allow quick and easy access to information. Least that’s how it’s meant to work………

I open up the database to find numerous folders in places where they relate to nothing else. All types of documents are mixed in with each other when they should be separated, and construction drawings are in with approval drawings – a total sin in itself. After 6 hours of working on this nightmare I finally finish. I’ve restructured the whole thing, moved documents to their correct resting place and tidied up the numbering. I go home feeling pleased that I’ve managed to restore some semblance of sanity to the project management system.

This morning I arrive in work – definitely not bright eyed and bushy tailed – to an email from my boss saying that later today I would be chased for an email confirming that my fee for yesterday would be paid. Bear in mind at this stage I had been chasing the boss for two days to sort out the paper work with me so that we could email over a proposed fee. Once again he’s out for the day in London and every time I tried to catch him yesterday before I left his remark was “be with you in two minutes”.

I’ve just worked it out and if we took my fee for the day then in theory I should be on the same pay as a GP. As it stands now the PG tips monkey earns more than I do. My boss’ reply to this before……”that pays for your work station, the office rent, your desk……” zzzzzzzzz. I don’t ask much, just to be paid what everyone else who does this job gets paid!