I have had a very busy week.
I say that every week. But this week was busier than usual.
Why on earth I need to mention I had a busy week kind of intrigues me. It is as though I have to say it to justify the fact I have not blogged or something. Or have not baked a cake. Or have not done anything much.
Anyway, it has been busy. There, I said it again.
Stop it Linda. You are being silly.
We had a new modem/router thing installed at work and it has the firewall from Hell and I can not get onto Blogger at all and rarely Google. That is annoying because I cannot read my emails or blog when at work.... He he. Maybe that is a good thing.
So back to the busy thing. We have become so busy at work with new building projects which means the workload has tripled for me. I was beginning to think I was doing very badly because I could not get through the work but when we sat down and detailed what was going on we all realised just how much extra work everyone was carrying.
Soon we will get an extra person but in the meantime we have to get a streamlined process at work to work out exactly what we need this extra person to do.
Today the boss's wife was helping me with some work. It involved some data entry of the supplier invoices into the accounting package. It's pretty fucking boring if you are not a bookkeeper and into nit picky stuff. I don't mind it because after I do it everything balances and I can run off very exciting reports.
She is a very organised person and hard working but even she said "oh, Linda how can you get all your work done, this takes ages". Ah, nice to get someone else to do the crappy stuff now and then. And to have them think it hard work is extra special
Today I got to work early to finish what needed doing. It meant I was up at 6.30 am. What a painful process that was, but nonetheless I got into the office by 8.30 am ready to go (in a tired sort of way). My tiredness was made worse by the fact I went to bed very late because I sat up and watched a very stupid show. Again.
Yes, every Wednesday night I fall into the trap of watching three medical shows on commercial television.
The last one is the one that sucks me in. It is called Embarrassing Bodies. It is an English show where some doctors drive around to different towns in England to help people with health issues.
Sounds pretty simple doesn't it?
The thing is, if you are lucky enough to be treated by them you have to be prepared to let the camera team in at the same time, recording everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything.
Last night some guy came in with a significant hemorrhoid problem. The camera zoomed in upon the offending piles which were both ugly and huge. I had to put my face in my hands with a groan and then look up again because I could not help myself. I swear, he really needed to embrace fibre because he must have been straining quite a lot to get a hemorrhoid problem like he had.
Every week they manage to make the previous week look pretty tame. I cannot stop watching it. My husband tells me off for watching it and then sits and watches it with me. The thing is, what this show tells me is that there are people out there putting up with medical problems for years and years. Which is sad because most of the things that people present with can be fixed.
However, despite its voyeuristic side to it, it must surely make people realise that there are all sorts of normals when it comes to body shapes and sizes. Not many people pass the perfect body test. Whatever perfect is. Some waxed, airbrushed and spray tanned stick insect look.
After I watch it I just think that people want to be healthy and happy. They are always so relieved when the doctor is able to help them. It is quite a humbling show at the core of it. But I do still love the graphic side to it as well.
So, that is my weakness on a Wednesday night. Watching medical shows.
I have just read this post and must declare it to be utterly boring.
But I am leaving it anyway because even boring posts deserve a place in the world of blogging.
Besides, that is the best I can do tonight.
My brain is having trouble producing anything of interest and you shall all have to suffer the consequences of my being tired and uncreative.
Unless you stopped reading half way.
Which means that writing this line here won't really matter to you will it.
Or did you keep reading?
Just to see how long I could crap on for.
Before I decided to go to bed.