I’m having ‘one of those days’. You know the sort, the kind of day where you wonder why you bothered to get out of bed. The kind of day when you question what it’s all about.
Maybe I’m slightly exaggerating my frame of mind, but it’s seldom I have an uncharitable day, and it’s with deep regret that I have to inform you, today is definitely one of those days.
“Why the long face and the sour tone?” I hear you ask. Well, I have an ulcer in my mouth and a blister on my toe. I was embarrassingly late for work due to the joys of the underground. “The next district line will be here when it gets here,” the wise man announced through the speakers. Thanks for clearing that up! And my Apple Mac has decided to impersonate the sound of an aeroplane taking off (with engine trouble) and refusing to allow me access to my files.
I’m sitting at the spare desk, using the spare Mac. I hate the spare desk! It’s not often you will hear me using the word hate. Such a harsh word, but it sums up life at the spare desk. I hate the position of the desk, the fact it’s not by the window or by my shelves. I hate the layout of the desk, the monitor, hard drive and telephone are all in the wrong place. I keep bashing my chair into the man behind me (whose idea was it to place the desks so close to each other at this side of the office) and I’m trying not to stress about my files which may be lost forever in the nasty black hole of nothingness.
My photographs of Singapore and The Orient Express are on those files. You can’t replace photographs can you. I’ve given myself a stern ticking off for not transferring the pictures onto a CD. You would have thought that I’d learnt by now – always have back up!
Arrgg. That was the sound of my annoyance. I need to keep pestering the nice man in IT. Please fix my G5, nice man in IT.
Anyway, enough about me! How’s your day going?
Picture of the day:
Flowers by the window.