Friday 16 February 2018

Working from home

I've taken a precious day of annual leave today.  I've really struggled this week with feeling so yuk and I needed the restorative power of just being home.  Sometimes that's all I need.  The longer I have to commute, the more I realise that I just don't want to do it any more. 

The powers that be are submitting proposals to the bigger powers that be this week to put forward a motion to allow our team to work from home.  As "document production specialists" we are not customer facing nor need to access printers or scanners to complete our work. There are ways to monitor work production along with Skype/email/phone to remain in continual contact if need be.  Some people thrive on workplace interaction.  I absolutely don't. 

A couple of years ago, I left the job I'd been doing for 17 years and moved, way out of my comfort zone, to an office in the city.  It was a career move and a salary hike I would not have achieved with my old company even if I'd stayed there until retirement.   Within less than a year however, my job evolved as firm wide secretarial and administrative staff changes were wrought by the company, and now I'm in the delightful position of still being well paid for probably the easiest job I've ever had in my career.  I turn up, put my headphones on, and that's how I remain all day, only interacting if I have to - or desire to.  The only fly in this ointment is the commute.  It is, like everyone else's commute, a pain in the bliddy ass.  Delayed, packed trains filled with sneezing, coughing people; more like a doctor's mobile waiting room.  Everyone glued to their phones or tablets, headphones in, trying to avoid eye contact - myself included.

I for one will welcome a decision to work from home with open arms.  Bring it on I say.  Someone else can have my seat on the train!  I will not miss the Snow Hill shuffle in the morning as a whole train full of people decant onto the platform and shuffle, painfully slowly towards the escalators.

I'm not sure how the proposal will be received.  The buzz word in our company is "mogility" (yes I know!) - basically the ability to be able to work anywhere you like.  All of the fee earners and a good proportion of the remaining staff are equipped with lap tops and can work from home or any of our offices if need be. 

I'm positive it would cut down on the amount of sick leave taken too.

Ho hum.   We shall see what transpires but I'm more than happy to put myself forward to trial it for our department.  A whole two hours shaved from my working day.  Oh Pick me! Pick me!!




Thursday 15 February 2018

Hello!

Happy belated Valentine’s Day to all you lovely people - have a big, squishy, heart shaped hug!

Walking through Colmore Row this morning on my way to work, I noticed that all the trees had been swathed in red cloaks; I thought, mistakenly that this was some kind of gimmick for 14 February but on closer inspection it was to do with welcoming the Chinese New Year on the 16th. T'will be The Year of the Dog apparently and mucho celebrating and Lion Dancing will ensue around the area.  Typical then that I have booked Friday off work and won't see it.  Epic blogging failure!





Trees look nice and warm though don't they?!  It was flippin' Baltic this morning so I'm sure said trees were very glad of the extra layer

Every so often St Phillips Cathedral attaches some words of wisdom to the benches around Cathedral Square by way of  laminated so called  "benchmarks" and these either contain quotations or more ecumenical offerings.  I liked this one cos it’s simple and to the point but still makes you think.  



Personally I think to this very day there are a whole lotta very bold people out there still eating oysters.  I wouldn’t put one near my mouth never mind in it.  And I don’t say that very often.  Cough.

In other news, man scored loads of favest hubby points with a beautiful bouquet of orange blooms. I’ve given up telling him not to buy me flowers for valentines cos he never listens so I’ll just enjoy being a princess instead!


There was a dearth of pancakes in this house this week. I was far too pale and wan to be doing such energetic things as tossing pancakes, or anything else for that matter. For I am poorly bad.  I have lurgy.  In fact I’ve had lurgy now for about four weeks and I’m ever so slightly brassed off with it.  It went away for about three whole days but then came back with a vengeance and brought with it aching eyeballs and a cough which is a hybrid combination of a barking whistle.  Has to be heard to be believed as I’m sure my colleagues will confirm.  At least they’ll have some respite from it tomorrow. And I may have some strength back. 

Pancakes for breakfast anyone?!

Toodles!




Sunday 4 February 2018

Weekend catch up and Q&A

Hello there!

Thanks for dropping by.  Who stole the weekend, that's what I want to know.  Mind you we've managed to cram quite a lot in to this one.   Friday night was spent sitting in front of a roaring fire in a local pub, catching up with a great friend.  As always we put the world to rights and having said that I wasn't really in the mood for going out that night, didn't actually get in until gone midnight.  Sober as a sober thing too as I wasn't drinking.  Check me and my rock n' roll lifestyle out!

Saturday morning was spent getting me barnet sorted out (as I was very close to looking like Cousin It) then shopping then home to check the thighs fine rugby playing on the telly.

Today we have been sofa shopping - well more sofa checking out really as we have big plans to transform our rather shabby and tired looking living room.  It will be a big job but I'm sure it will all work out okay and be worth the hard work.  So cue much sitting down, getting up, squishing cushions and laughing at each other checking out the reclining action of said sofas.  We managed not to get thrown out of DFS  and returned home to our (cannily prepared before we went out) Sunday roast. 

We've been watching a box set called Britannia.  Some reviews have said that its a poor man's Game of Thrones (which we love) but to be honest, I've quite enjoyed it so far.  Although I have to say the one episode we watched today was a bit off its head!

As there's no ground breaking news going on right now here at Peapods, I've nicked borrowed the Q&A questions from the Waitrose newspaper.  This week's answers are from Susan Penhaligon who leads a far more interesting life than I do but I shall battle on regardless.

What can you see out of the window?  Oh.  Well massive fail already cos it's 9pm and I can't see a bliddy thing.  Doh!

Choose five words to describe yesterday:  Wet, snoozy, hurty, snuggly and expensive. 

Tell us something that would surprise people about you.  Um.  Um.  *Scratches head*  I had a poem published in the Daily Mail 10 years ago.  Surprised beyond belief aren't you?!

What was the last conversation you had with a well known person?   I asked Chris Moyles if I could have a photo with him after I spotted him on the stairs at a Children in Need Rocks gig at the Albert Hall in 2009.    He said "yes mate" (he'd got a cold) and that was that.   lol  See photographic evidence below!  He looks a bit scared.  I'm not surprised really.

If you could relive six months of your life, when would that be?  Um, I'm not one for looking back really.  If I could relive my wedding day then I would because it was such a blur I feel that we missed so many moments.   I wouldn't change it for the world though.

What is the most expensive item you have bought in the past month?  This lap top *covers eyes*

Recommend a book, film or album from the past year.  I really enjoyed "Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine" by Gail Honeyman.  Such a touching, poignant and quirky tale.

Who has inspired you most in your career?  HAHHHHHHhahahahahaha.  Ahem. Absolutely bloody No-one.  Ever.

What three things would you take to a desert island?  A massive bottle of sunblock as I fry in moderately bright shade.  My craft shed to provide shelter and something to do.  And probably sustenance as I'm sure there's a mars bar stashed in one of the drawers. (well no-one gave guidance on how big the three things were!).  A wind up torch.  (I'm  hopeless at this aren't I?  I'd really just take my hubby cos he's very handy and knows all about survival and shit.) 

Other than at home with friends and family, where would you most like to be this weekend?   Tucked up in a cosy cottage somewhere overlooking the sea.

That's it from me then!  See you soon - toodle-oo! 


Thursday 1 February 2018

Blessed Imbolc ...

To those of you who, like me, follow the old ways, a very Blessed Imbolc to you and yours.  I found a beautiful image on Mr G. Oogle this morning but sadly the artist wasn't credited.  Please let me know if you know so that I can do that.  

The wheel of the year has turned already and Mother Nature is stretching beneath our feet.  Seeds are stirring and the sap is rising.  Time to ignite your light people!













Whilst we woke to a rather grey horizon, by the time I walked through the pigeon park on my way to work this morning, the sky had cleared and revealed enough blue to make a sailor some trousers!  


The daffies in the Cathedral grounds are already a few inches above ground.  This makes me smile.  They're planted in the shape of two huge crosses in different areas of lawned area on either side of the Cathedral and I think this is their second year.  Last year one side bloomed brilliantly and was a sea of yellow, and the other was a complete disaster with many of them coming up blind.  I wonder why? 

In other news I'm going to name and shame myself for I am a complete clutter monster.  I was running late(r than usual) this morning and on getting out of the cab remembered that I had to renew my train pass.  Trouble was that my bank card had fallen out of my purse (Cath Kidston no less, natch!!) and into the depths of hell that is my work bag.  The train was due in 3 minutes and train ticket man had already input the transaction on to his machine thingie.  You know that feeling when you're getting hotter and hotter and you're chucking things out of your bag like a cartoon dog digging a hole, apologising profusely to the ticket man who is giving his colleague the side-eye in boredom and amusement.  My lunch bowl was balanced precariously on the side just waiting for an opportune moment to take a flying leap on to the floor and spray rice everywhere and the announcement was being made over the tannoy that the train was approaching the platform when with a flourish I found the bloody card.  Thank gawd for contactless transactions I say. I made the train with about 20 seconds to spare.   When I got to work I was suitably embarrassed (having had another semi-meltdown trying to find my work pass half an hour later) enough to clear out my bag.   Just look at it.  Receipts, old train tickets, empty packets.  I should be ashamed of myself.  And I am.  And I will be sure to learn this life lesson, for a while at least - until the bag of doom manifests itself again!!

Lots of love
Bridget Jones 


Working from home

I've taken a precious day of annual leave today.  I've really struggled this week with feeling so yuk and I needed the restorative ...