It was an unremarkable week at work. Which is usually good news. My boss is back, which is definitely good news. I also got clarity on a project I've been fishing for information about.
With this new information there was a huge task to be done at speed. As I had an extremely quiet weekend ahead I asked for overtime. I've never asked for overtime before. I normally just do the extra hours and get on with it. However, my team is under resourced - with no visible sight of this being resolved. I decided that I wasn't going to continue working two (or more) people's jobs, which enabled this situation to continue. If I was going to work I was darn well going to get some of the salary of those other jobs. It's only time, so not a huge difference, but I felt it was a point well made.
So on Saturday morning I walked the dog and then sat down at my desk to continue work. What I was doing was scanning loads of information and data for a specific term. I can't explain more because this is supposed to be an anonymous blog and any additional information would quickly ruin that.
The information and data was in an old legacy system I usually stay well clear of (it's a chuffing nightmare, but for some reason people are wedded to it). In the end it took 7.5 hours to scan all the information. Some of the information needed deleting. I explored the back end of the system and decided that actually with my knowledge and skills (not of this system I point out) it would actually be quite easy to amend some of the info.
I picked one piece of information and amended it and saved it. Feeling very cocky I went in to check the live page. There had been no change. I went back into the backend. The information was still there. So I repeated these steps again. Then I thought 'maybe it's because the information is active', so I made it inactive and then tried again. Then I hit another button..... and deleted a page of information. In a panic I decided to replicate the page of information and only succeeded in creating a new blank page randomly in the middle of all the information. It was only at this point that I said to myself 'stop, just stop before it gets worse...'. If only I'd said that earlier. This is something I'll need to resolve at speed on Monday - with some training this time!
Half way through the afternoon husband left to go and ugg with some friends in Portsmouth. This left son and I together at home. I bribed son to spend some time with me by offering a McDonalds. Not something we have often and it tends to be when husband is out because he abhors everything about them. I drove down to the Marina which has a drive through and then back home - the Deliveroo costs for McDonald's are rediculous. Son not only stayed with me to eat, but also to re-watch Shawshank Redemption with me. What a treat.
So that was Saturday. On Sunday first thing I took dog down to the beach to paddle in the paddling pools. Tide was at the right spot at 08:00. It was already busy down on the beach, everybody was out early because it was the first sunny Sunday for ages, it was fathers day and it was the London to Brighton bike ride. This is a recipie for disaster for all locals as the population of Brighton and the surrounding areas triples in the space of a few hours. So all the locals are out and about early - either to get back home before the bedlam, or to get their favourite spot on the beach before others arrive.
Out on the water was a fishing boat with a sun umbrella up. It looked amazing and as if we were in another country. What a lovely start to the day. That's this week's picture.
Whilst I was out I noticed that some of the new paint on the bonnet of my car wasn't looking great (the bonnet's going to be a problem). So when I got home I sanded this down and resprayed. Whilst I waited for this to dry I did the gardening and then 'hoovered' the patios. Then back to the car to put laquer on it. Whilst I was doing the laquer I put on some meat to cook ready for the Fathers Day supper I was planning to make (death by chicken we call it - so much cholestoral!). Car finished I went in and prepped supper.
Earlier in the day I'd messaged brother about the guitar he's giving son for his birthday (not sure if I mentioned this - it's a very posh one - I know chuff all about guitars so can't tell you more without notes). Whilst the guitar itself was in good nick, it needed restringing and the fret board needed a bit of TLC and polish. Husband has found a shop that specialises in this, but it takes a bit of time. So I'd asked brother when I could collect guitar.
I finished choring about 13:00 and then brother messaged to say - come over at 15:00 for guitar. I messaged back saying I wasn't going to. He lives in the centre of Brighton - literally in the most inconvenient spot. No chance of arriving by car. I wasn't going to willingly throw myself into the overcrowded town. Brother came back to say he was off travelling so it was kinda now or never.
I knew there would be no parking so I drove down to the seafront (only about 5 min drive) and took a bus into town. Once at brothers I picked up guitar, stayed for cup of coffee and then had to rush back to get supper prepped for family. The guitar and case was very heavy. I made it to the bus stop and stood there for a while - no sign of any busses. So in the end I took a cab back to my car. A very annoying £20 trip. However, it meant I literally walked through the door at the primo moment to get supper on and prepared as planned.
So all in all it wasn't the quiet and relaxed weekend I'd anticipated. First thing Monday I took the dog for a walk at 06:00. On the journey again spotted some flakey paint on the car. So came home sanded that down and resprayed it.
I got back in house and found I was shattered. I shut my eyes for 5 minutes. What ensued was a VERY frantic dream with about 400 things going on in it. Which involved decorating a neighbours house, not knowing the latest social media jape (!!!), the engine falling out of my car and then realising I was late for work and having to run through Rome in the rain to get back in time (I was 40 mins late). Woke up with dream related PTSD!!! Maybe there were too many threads this weekend. It's the only rational explanation.
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