The Week Starts…
Sep. 9th, 2003 05:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whotheheckamiI had a pretty normal day at work yesterday. I had a lot of the Monday feeling about me and it proved extremely difficult to get down to any productive work. Instead I messed about with a number of planning documents and started a revision of one of the reports I’m about to submit. The afternoon saw me running a meeting where I tried to persuade the Project Manager of the largest change our business has ever embarked upon that the Audit Team really does have an essential role to play in monitoring his project and telling our Board what the hell the Project is doing. He acquiesced quite easily without me having to bring the sock filled with ball bearings out to play! This now means that I will have to find the time to keep an eye on his project as well as doing all my other audits.
I got home early so that Mendi could go to the Doctor’s. Whilst she was out I got a load of chores done and made dinner for us all. Mendi and I snatched a few minutes to discuss what she’d been told as we ate our food.
We met up with Kanga as we walked Maggie and then returned home to find Rob and Pixie waiting for us. Rob had come to borrow some books to use as research for a book he is planning to write. We shared a few beers and I tried to talk to Pixie, but she was very fragile and strung out, having decided to stop smoking earlier in the day. Rob and Pixie left and Mendi, the boys and I had some time doing our own things before bedtime.
Emotionally, things seem very precarious at the moment. As if the wagon is wobbling and a wheel is about to come off and I’m not sure what’s going to get broken.
I got home early so that Mendi could go to the Doctor’s. Whilst she was out I got a load of chores done and made dinner for us all. Mendi and I snatched a few minutes to discuss what she’d been told as we ate our food.
We met up with Kanga as we walked Maggie and then returned home to find Rob and Pixie waiting for us. Rob had come to borrow some books to use as research for a book he is planning to write. We shared a few beers and I tried to talk to Pixie, but she was very fragile and strung out, having decided to stop smoking earlier in the day. Rob and Pixie left and Mendi, the boys and I had some time doing our own things before bedtime.
Emotionally, things seem very precarious at the moment. As if the wagon is wobbling and a wheel is about to come off and I’m not sure what’s going to get broken.
