With the boss away there is a cloud of tension building overhead as 'new' bosses vie for authority in an authority less work place. I managed to keep out to the side from the misery rain which fell, but not enough to not feel the coldness it brought. The large overtime job I had on has become an issue. It should have been completed today, but I had been taken off it so many times and even denied the overtime when I offered it, that now half the job sits still as blank sheets. I'd love to think some more overtime is going to be an option for me but I don't think there's enough profit in the job. It's not my worry anyway.
Thank god it's dinner time. I'm microwaving a pasta sausage thing I made and froze a week ago. I've had no puddings as such while my son's away and it's been difficult. But with the exception of two cookies I've kept sugar away. Coke doesn't count.
I went for tea at my aunts house which, as usual, had me a tint bit wishing I was staying at home but knowing that afterwards I'd be glad I'd gone.
We spoke a lot about the paranormal and she niggled me still trying to be more knowledgable than I am even though she's barely done ouija board or used any equipment. I think older people like to maintain the thought that because they have been alive longer than you, that they automatically have learnt more about every subject going. I let it wash over me as best I could.
Visiting them is like entering a bubble of the same conversations about broken family and the past. It's a bit like having a bath in the same bath water forever. It's bitter sweet basically. But I love them.
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