|Why a picture of a bunny ? I'll explain later|
Monday August 19th. 01:10.
So rather than enjoy, or dwell in the last evening of 'freedom' before I return from holiday tomorrow, I went and did six hours of overtime.
What the hell is wrong with you ? - I imagine you saying. Well, screaming actually.
Hold the fuck on. There's logic to my zany ways.
By sacrificing six hours of my last evening of freedom, (which lets face it, I was going to waste on Second Life or watching some shite on the telly) I get to achieve three very important things.
1) I get a attack the email mountain. When I opened my work email, I had 156 emails awaiting my attention. I now only have 24 - and those are the ones that I actually need to keep.
2) I get paid overtime. Money.
3) I get paid overtime.
4) Did I mention the money ?
Look, the company are happy, the callers are happy - well mostly, I'm happy, hell even the inland revenue are happy.
See. Everyone's a winner.
You might go so far as to say that Chloe and ebay are happy. Because somewhere along the line they figure into the 'dispersal' of the said earned overtime.
Seriously. I am now on a 'not' spending spree. Attack the credit hill. It's not large enough to be considered a mountain, and it's too big to realistically be defined as a 'mound'. Something about that word, I don't like it. Take it away.
MY boss must have known that I was reading her emails, because she sent me a text saying she wanted to catch up with me when she comes into the office Monday.
Oh shit. I thought. (although I did moderate my response when answering her). I've gotten so used to returning from holidays to find chaos or trouble or beatings lining up for me, that I still do expect them.
She literally told me not to be silly, and went on to be complimentary about my 'can do' attitude.
It's not always been that way, and it's good to see the difference. I'm getting used to it, but it is taking time for attitude, aptitude and experience to align.