Monday, 15 September 2008

It will be one of those days...

It's not yet 8am, and already I've tried to put soggy tea bags in the dishwasher instead of the bin, and tried to put the washing machine on before putting soggy, Thames-infused kit inside the machine. No doubt I will be using shower gels, shampoos and conditioners in the wrong places and in the wrong order, and this after getting dressed before realising I hadn't yet showered.

I expect that if I carry on in this fashion, I will be out of a job by the end of the day, having arrived late after going to the river instead of the office, then turned up to work at the wrong building, and on eventually arriving at my correct place of work asked the Director to do my admin, whilst sending reports for authorisation by the chap who usually picks up my admin and keeps me well-stocked with drinks throughout the day.

Perhaps I should go back to bed and stay there? It's a most appealing idea...

16 comments:

Jacqui said...

Oh dear, yes I know those days very well. Don't worry, they tend to pass if you try and ignore them. Things will just naturally fall into place again!

Jacqui said...

Hey, your blog actually accepted my name this time instead of always publishing my comments under anonymous! There's progress. The week can't be starting that badly after all. ;)

But Why? said...

Update:
The day is panning out well. It is a wonderful evening. My pairs partner may be gorging herself on ice-cream as part of an advanced recovery programme for a back injury and I may be without a sculling buddy (having fallen prey to a common cold), and hence unable to get out on the water, but it's sunny, not too cold and I'm off for run by the Thames.

Random Reflections said...

Sounds like a bad start to the week. Mondays are never easy. They should be scrapped.

Glad things picked up though.

But Why? said...

Random,
Hi. Yes, I've had better mornings, but feel decidedly at peace with the world following a run along the river. It's amazing what a bit of exercise can do...

But Why? said...

Jacqui,
Just realised I hadn't actually responded to your comment (and this following a bizarre dream involving Neville Chamberlain (minus two toes), a parachute, and a quest for black paper cups with white spots on them).

Glad I'm not the only person who suffers from occasionally being out of sorts on Mondays. I thinkmy day must havegot betterafter Blogger behaved itself and accepted your name...

Virtual Voyage said...

Came indirectly by Black Box - originally a Northerner and lived near the smoke for years.....

But Why? said...

VV (if I may be so bold),
Welcome. Ah yes, the black box thing. I know its creator well. I intend to get around to having a good boxing session this weekend - wonder where it'll take me...?

trousers said...

Hi but why?, I know those days well - I suppose we all do. Hope the week has shaped up better than may be suggested by such inauspicious (in nearly wrote inaususpicious - it's catching) beginnings?-+++++++++++

trousers said...

Oh bugger - typical! I managed to lodge part of the keyboard against the chair arm as I hit "post!"

Kahless said...

I was going to say well at least it is friday, but then I saw you wrote this on monday! lol.

Hope your week turned out better.

I do sympathise. In the shower last week I used moisturiser instead of shower gel and it slimed all over me with the water and took ages to get off.

But Why? said...

Trousers,
My favourite legwear - how are you, sir?

The week shaped up remarkably - not necessarily for the better, but it's been a challenging one. However, now that the weekend has arrived, I believed I have fixed most of the problems by hacking my way up and down the Thames for 25km this morning, having a good sleep afterwards, and spending an inordinate amount of cash on thoroughly empty but tasty calories.

Kahless,
I am at least unlikely to have the moisturiser problemette (as my moisturiser is stored a safe distance from the collection of shower stuff). My usual error is conditioning my armpits (similar shaped bottle, difficult to spot the difference through the suds...). I suppose I'd be able to grow silky smooth underarm hair, but I'm not sure I want to do the experiment to find out....

DJ Kirkby said...

Lol...Hope your week ended well!

But Why? said...

DJ,
Thanks, yes, it has ended in rather better fashion (touch wood...), but not until after I'd ended up in Thames yesterday following a high-speed 'landing' and my unco-ordinated (but extremely selfless and valient) effort to prevent our long-suffering coxed four from running aground. (This is the same boat which got punctured in the RNLI incident.) I ended up taking a few short staggers in wellies in the Thames before losing my balance and ending up on butt in the shallows. Fortunately, the rest of the crew was sufficiently aware of my pre-existing bad mood not to laugh too much(!)

Ms Melancholy said...

Lovely Dr B, how marvellous to catch up with you.

I once had a colleague who was well know for her pedantry. She was taking the minutes in a team meeting when someone remarked that her comments might be considered pedantic. Another colleague chipped in: ....spelt P-E-D-A-N-T-I-C . She was far less amused than we were.

And may I be so bold as to comment that your own particular brand of amusing pedantry is still missed by my housemates....

Hugs,

Ms M x

But Why? said...

Ms M,
Well, hello! How the devil are you?

I was almost up in your neck of the woods last weekend (in as much as Sheffield can count itself part of Yorkshire proper instead of the southern people's republic....)

Pedantry is a much underestimated art-form. I realised this only recently having seen my colleagues cross swords the other day. Were it not for the fact that the exchange of pendantries was potentially never-ending, I would consider it an art form.

How is your household?

And as for my own amusing brand of pedantry, I should like to point out that it has been well over a year since I last spent two hours searching for the lifetime of compact fluorescent tubes...

In place of pedantry, I have acquired humour. Following half a pint of malt juice at a local hostelry, and lamenting the lack of coxes in my life, I have been booked to do stand-up at a xmas party. As far as I can tell, I'm supposed to be regaling colleagues with tales of rowing. I've no idea what they're expecting...