Wanted to go to the cinema tonight but an early night is in order
Settled for a dinosaur dvd
Who needs dinosaurs?
Sigh
An Autumn Amble Around The Village
Thought I would take a few photos of our morning constitutional, on this grey and rather damp Autumn morning. I hate wet autumn days, they are all too brown.
Right, we start up the lane
The view of the rectory from the lych gate
The school on the main road. All quiet as it's half term
We ambled down London Road and across the village green in front of the village Hall
Not a soul to be seen from the London Road Cottages
Up High Street , past Auntie Glads
Then its past the pensioner bungalows and Marion Jones' very VERY scary rabbits
On to the village pond ( its in the trees honest )
Up Well Street
Beyond the chapel
Back up to London road where the newly renovated Victorian semis have been put up for sale
Turned the corner back into Chapel Street
The Chapel building was constructed originally as a market hall in 1700
And finally, after getting home , there waiting on the corner were the DIY lesbians
with bin bags of donated bread for the field livestock
Revenge
Simone's comment on yesterday's blog got me to thinking. She mentioned having a shit job in a shit florists shop and shared with us a very subtle revenge moment on the day she quit when she sabotaged various oasis' with a knitting needle.
How many of us have had the opportunity and the gumption to serve a dish of well timed revenge.
I suspect we all have.
I can think of just two moments that I have " enjoyed " a revengeful moment.
The first was a brief bit of karma, when the dogs and I were nearly struck by an open topped van when we were negotiating the zebra crossing in the village a few years ago. The van slowed down but failed to stop and was inches away from hitting the dogs before I snatched them back.
The driver gunned the engine and started away as I automatically hurled a rather robust plastic bag of dog shit at him and you can only imagine my delight when it fell with a loud SPLAT into the open boot!
My second bit of revenge was a bit more passive but in it's way equally satisfying. Years ago I started a longish distance relationship with a nurse called Roger ( stop it!) who I met in Southport when were were both on a course. He lived across the Pennines in Manchester and I lived in Sheffield, so we would perhaps " meet up" once a week and always in Yorkshire.
After say five months, he finally admitted that he did indeed have a girlfriend at home ( to whom he was engaged) and amazingly he asked if we could continue as we were.
Suffice to say I walked away.
But Roger was somewhat persistent and after many phone calls and one turn up outside my work, I finally agreed to meet him. Now he suggested that we had a "dirty weekend" away in London and asked if we could meet at Euston station on a Friday evening, he would travel direct from Manchester Piccadilly and I said I would go direct from Sheffield.
I was tempted!
It was a late booking so it must have cost him a fortune for a late ticket and the hotel room of course.
I wonder if he had a good time
I went to back to wales for the weekend!
Now over to you........revenge stories from around the world.....I look forward to hear them
Walking Dead "Thank You" ( Spoilers)
Glen, one of the last of the Atlanta Five
Now there has been much twittering on the internet that Yeun is still filming scenes in the zombie series...so it will be interesting to see if our favourite Korean has survived his fall into the arms of a hundred dead people..........perhaps , like Bobby Ewing in Dallas..it was all a dream.
I hope so.....for Glen's relationship with the winsome Maggie has been one of the few lighter times in the whole six series....
Michonne.......a black, Clint Eastwood cowgirl
" Hating Your Job"
It's been a bitty morning.
Back and forward to the station, back and forward to the vets and back and forward to the dog groomers. The girls at the grooming centre love George . He's so well behaved and polite. when I picked him up, I noted one of the grooming staff battling with a difficult pooch. she looked flushed and all out of sorts- a worker not having a good day I thought.
I stopped at a large supermarket on the way home to treat George to some chicken roll and as I got level to the customer service desk, I noticed an elderly man shouting at the sales assistant. I couldn't get the gist of it, but I did lipread the assistant when he wearily said to a colleague " I hate this fucking job" after the customer had stormed away.
This got me to thinking ....
Have I ever hated my job?
Hummm....well no.......generally as a nurse , although I have hated certain experiences, politics, colleagues and indeed patients , I have always found more to like than to hate at work .
Ok when I was 20, I despised working as a bank clerk at the Nat West with so much bile, that I almost made myself mentally ill and I once walked out of a council summer job after only 6 hours in the role of paddle boat supervisor at Prestatyn's Ffrith Beach when three Liverpudlian teenage girls threw me into the lake . The rest of my thirty five years at work have been relatively happy ones......
So the question for this Monday, is ?
What has been your most hated job?.....and
What was the last straw that made you leave?
George is a groomers' dream
He raises morale
" You've Done This To Me, You miserable fucker!"
I much prefer dogs a little older. Dogs who have their own personality.
At four and a half months Mary is still half stupid puppy, half quick witted bitch
It's week one and she is doing very well indeed
She's almost house trained ( two hourly toileting)
She sleeps, quietly in her crate all night ( with George sleeping next to her on his own cushion)
And she's bright enough not to overplay her hand with the other dogs and Albert.
Winnie has come around somewhat and after three days of sulking, with her face pressed firmly against the living room wall, she has reluctantly accepted the mad galloping, goggle eyed baby with all the resigned exasperation of Walter Matthau from " Grumpy Old Men"
Friday morning I caught Mary tugging manfully at the fat folds on Winnie's face. She was having a hey ho time.....After a few minutes of chewing the puppy moved on to pastures new leaving a somewhat nonplussed Bulldog staring up at me with a clear " you've done this to me, you miserable fucker" expression on her face
Like I said, it's all going swimmingly.
Off To Work
It's 6.37am and I am sat in my still place having coffee.
I'm off to work in a moment and wont be home until after 8pm.
I had a couple of wines too many last night.
Only a couple, for I went to a ward night out . Something I rarely do nowadays.
It was a leaving bash for 6 nurses who have moved on to pastures new.
For the most part....Six talented nurses.
It was sad to see them go. But I understand why most of them have done. Sometimes we have an inflexible rota system and the off duty for full time staff can be punishingly difficult to cope with especially when you have a life outside work.
I talked to a few junior staff members too last night.
When I used to manage , all those years ago now, I like to think that I tried to make things a bit easier for all staff........
Hey ho
I'm off to work in a moment and wont be home until after 8pm.
I had a couple of wines too many last night.
Only a couple, for I went to a ward night out . Something I rarely do nowadays.
It was a leaving bash for 6 nurses who have moved on to pastures new.
For the most part....Six talented nurses.
It was sad to see them go. But I understand why most of them have done. Sometimes we have an inflexible rota system and the off duty for full time staff can be punishingly difficult to cope with especially when you have a life outside work.
I talked to a few junior staff members too last night.
When I used to manage , all those years ago now, I like to think that I tried to make things a bit easier for all staff........
Hey ho
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