Tuesday. A step closer to the weekend.

I never quite understood work politics. It has always been something that I’ve steered clear of, however, I seem to get drawn into it more and more to protect my staff. Its the blame culture that I disagree with so much. I never quite understood why someone couldn’t stand up and proclaim “It was me, I made the mistake”, learn from it (depending on severity) and move on. Instead, people have to be devious and calculating which causes so much more hassle and messes with the office ‘karma’. Leaving certain people in a corner where they have to correct the mess.

I’ve learned quite well to try and split personal and work into two different boxes. I’m a firm believer in ‘clocking’ off whenever you possibly can. A lot of my role, means working 12 hour days, so I try and take the breaks whenever I can, seriously. Its spilled into my personal life a few times now, with disasterous consequences. It is always quite terrifying, my work persona is 100% different to how I act in ‘real life’. When there was a snow day at the start of the year, I had to work from home. Co-ordinating staff whilst I was repairing the telecoms system remotely caused me to go into work mode. I could only appologise to J’s dropped face as she heard me shouting down the phone, rallying troops and arguing with various site engineers. My work persona is a twat. Arrogant, determined, very outspoken and outgoing. It has to be that way for me to survive and ‘get up the ladder’. It work’s quite well, and I know for a fact I wouldn’t be where I am now without it.

Fortunately, the people that matter to me at work know who I am. Probably through one of the ‘IT thank you days’ where I take the select few out for lunch on me. I like those afternoons out. The one time where I pull rank and give everyone an hour and a free lunch. Also part of why I love doing the catering at work for the meetings, its fun & relaxing. I can also try out different foods for people, except vegitarians, and its a way of getting along with everyone.

It made me feel better typing that out. Work is a huge part of my life at the moment, something which I know I need to seperate a bit better to free up my life a bit more. Its a vicious cycle because it will involve hiring more people to delegate to, then spend my days buried in paper work which is something I loathe. Helping with new marketing ideas, programming and creating core systems is something I enjoy more.

And cooking. I should open a bakery. Or a resturant, although bakery would be fantastic because I could bake things all day. I’m aware there is probably more to it than that. Ok. So a bakery in Whitby or Scarborough, with a house and a seaview and I’ll be quite content.

Complete subject change now. Yesterday after I posted I started looking at photos on the laptop. I noticed a few of JD when he was a puppy. It still amazes me how massive he is now. Own orbiting planets and everything!

I now miss JD. I think Mollymisses JD, she is currently gazing out of the sliding door things, waiting for a cat to appear. Bark and then give me a heart attack. On purpose because that is what she loves to do.Tea I think. Tea for all. And come dine with me. Both good things!

My Car

Its quite sad that I’m a little sad. I just left my car at the garage around the corner from work. I feel sad because if it costs more than £300 for the MOT I’ll have to scrap it and get another one. Meh. Silly how you become attached to inaminate objects heh.

Monday we are going to Whitby and I can’t wait. I dont care that its forecasted to be freezing cold, its just going to be nice to be 100’s of miles away from everyone and spend some time with J and Molly. I dont think we will be paddling in the sea just yet though. Although shopping and walking about dressed in lots of jumpers should be good. Plus it will be good exercise, something I badly need at the moment!

On the subject of exercise, I’ve done very little since we moved house. That was like six months ago. This doesnt bode well for my tummy. Every time I’ve worked myself up into training I manage to talk myself out of it. Actually the cold air does. Waking up at 7am with a ‘go go go’ attitude only to feel a cold breeze once my leg touches the bedroom floor seems to be the fundemental problem. Straight back to sleep. Then I manage to feel guilty for the whole day.

I’ll hopefully get into the pattern again soon enough. I suppose it is a good sign as it means I’m content.

Just realised I’ve demanded we have pizza tonight.

That can’t help matters heh.