Well the little plague goblin’s PCR came back as positive but as the rest of us are double jabbed we don’t have to isolate – just him. We’re going to organise PCR tests anyway just to double check even though our lateral flow tests remain negative.
That would be enough on its own but this week seems determined to throw obstacle after obstacle in the way, which is probably why I’m currently sat in a closed library waiting for a BT engineer to remote fix an issue that has in traditional fashion been bounced between several different services to try and fix – and that it feels like the least stressful part of my week to date.
Mostly I’m just reminding myself that I need to keep time and energy for myself so that I can support colleagues and family and friends. Its a very familiar refrain and so if sitting on my own in an empty building forces me to do so then I’ll accept the unexpected respite time with as much good grace as I can muster.
It’s turned into a mixed day of productivity and pastoral support for a variety of reasons for people. It’s knocked me sideways a bit, but on the plus side I’ve got some editing on the short stories done.
Here’s to the weekend
Today has felt like a day of firefighting, but I’m not entirely sure why. I think with an extended network outage at one site, and a need to do some frontline support while juggling deadlines it has all felt a bit more fraught than usual.
It hasn’t been helped by staff being a bit snappy under stress, which no matter how adult about everything I remain, still feels personal.
A late evening working meant a much needed gin when I got in, along with hugs from Lady M, boy s, and the goblin. There’s some advantage to coming home to the assembled crowd.
I’ve been learning about report configuration for a new system today. I also gave someone detailed interview feedback, and did some troubleshooting on new kit with staff, more or less all at the same time with some expert time-slicing.
So, I’ve rewarded myself with getting a frame for a small print I got at Christmas and I shall shortly enjoy finding a wall space for that.
But first: time for a shower
Sometimes, when I have an idle moment, I cast an eye out at the carpark outside my current library (we rotate between sites mostly, it feels sometimes, to annoy the staff) and I marvel at the parking skills on display.
My particular favourite in the loosest sense of the word today was the SUV that was half parked across one and a half disabled bays. By half parked, I mean only the front half of his vehicle was in the chevrons surrounding it, leaving the rest poking out and blocking egress for any other vehicle that wanted to leave.
He’d just dived in you see, and not being disabled he didn’t want to take up a marked disabled bay. So he blocked everything and two disabled bays at once. I did point out the free parking on the other side of the road that was totally empty but by then he was fleeing with his child’s reserved books.
Couldn’t make it up…
It’s been a very long day. Nothing horrible, and mostly very productive, just long. I was supervising some new staff so that took a more active management and training regime than usual, and then I had counselling this evening as well. That’s taken a lot out of me.
Nothing like a discussion of whether my supporting people is a way of pushing away help to get you double guessing yourself in knots.
It isn’t, for the record, but that’s the type of day its been. Tomorrow brings the next episode of the DDC, so hopefully see you there at 7.30pm London time. I might even have written a plot by then…
We ended up not gaming this evening, but not for the reasons expected. Lady M has had a headache, myr s had a tummy ache, and so we were considering not playing. Then we decided to give it a go anyway.
Our collective pieces of technology decided not to cooperate. We had plugins fail, browsers crash, voice comms break down… so after 20 minutes we threw our hands up and started comparing notes about using Inkarnate and designing homebrew items for the game.
I knew today was going to be a pain when I got up and couldn’t put a t-shirt on properly, put both legs into one trouser leg, and promptly dropped the first thing I tried to pick up.
It hasn’t disappointed. Anything physical today has been blighted by clumsiness, causing more frustration that has led to haste that has led to more things either dropped or seeming to adopt a “sod you” recalcitrance designed to drive me further up the wall.
In the end this led to me having to climb into the communal bins to gather up the contents of bin liners that had split and spilled everywhere. So I’ve gone and had a lie down on our new mattress.
Tomorrow is my birthday, its going to be much better.
It’s all getting a bit real now. I’m due to take Lady M in to London later for a pre-op meeting with her surgeons ahead of this weekend – and the stress is starting to bite.
There’s a small part where this is due to driving somewhere I’ve not been before, but mostly all the worries bubbling up, even though generally we’ve been able to stamp on them over the last couple of weeks. Anything that does go wrong, we can’t do anything about anyway, at least in preparation. Anything that might go wrong, we’ll deal with if we have to when we know what it is.
That’s the healthy way to approach things, but there’s still that traitorous voice in the gut, because of course there is. An hour, and we’ll be on our way.
I’m beginning to be convinced that my laptop doesn’t like me being creative, or doing any preparation for the game. Why? Because it feels like every time I go to do something it needs to install an upgrade or schedule a reboot.
It’s fine, everything’s fine.
I am so tired…