One week into the exam marathon, and it seems to have gone pretty well. As parents of teens will know, you only have around seven syllables per day to find out everything you need, so I can’t be too sure, but from the responses provided, Emily is fairly pleased with the first batch.
After what seems like around 14 English papers and one RE exam, positive vibes have been the order of the day. So that’s good. Now, my job is to resume head pecking so we can avoid complacency, and a downhill trek to disappointment. Emily is grateful for that of course.
She doesn’t have things too bad, as of course Monday saw her being allowed to go and see Panic! At the Disco, but to be honest there was no stopping her, and Friday saw Emily at a Pirates party at the local boozer. Don’t worry I have not lost my mind and moral compass, she went with her friend and her parents, so I know she was on soft drinks and not Aftershock, a greasy kebab and a chat with the big white telephone. That completes the recommended allocation of fun and socialising and she should now be attached to her books for every hour God sends.
Anyway, enough of other people, how was my week? Pretty crap to be honest. It started OK, with some pretty drastic changes at work announced which on the face of it all looked good. No details here of course, but a “senior reshuffle” removed a couple of blockers that were legendary for making life difficult.
The next day, and a couple of chats with the MD later, where I suggested what he might now do when restructuring, saw me handed a whole new team to look after!! That’ll teach me to keep my bloody mouth shut. So from that moment on the week was hectic, rushed, panic-stricken and rife with planning, researching and discussing this new world. My use of the phrase “hospital pass” was increasing as the week went by.
Now you will of course appreciate that normally I am infallible, unflappable and pretty much the dream employee, but this new stuff took over my week, and seemed to have affected my capacity to deal with the regular stuff. This led to a stressful end to the week, with a few things going awry.
Doing a bit of work over the weekend to rectify said situations has thrown a more positive light on things, and hopefully, next week will see me back in my stride of uncompromising perfection. Ahem!
Oh and Steve, if you read this before I see or speak to you, keep quiet and I will explain all. This new team business is not common knowledge yet!!
On Saturday evening I had decreed that we shall all go to the pictures to take in the latest Pirates film. Having this all saying, all-seeing power, meant that Rebecca chose not to come with us as she’d rather see her boyfriend. A sign of the times. So, three of us made our way to the local Cineworld.
I’ll come on to the film shortly, but the most important part of any cinema trip is the snack choice. I say choice, but I think choice is for fools. Why choose? Simply have everything you want. Some idiot within Cineworld chose to put the Pick n Mix stuff next to the Ben n Jerrys counter. Faced with this double whammy of n’s, with Pick N Mix n Ben n Jerrys, I was powerless to resist.
A regular Hot Fudge Sundae (I resisted the large, I am not an animal), and a small selection of sweets that I Picked and then Mixed seemed the only way to go. It took so long to get all the food sorted (I blame Emily’s bloody Slushy thing) that by the time we got into the theatre, we only had the front row left to us. Rats.
The trailers flashed by me in a blur of Phish food and Cookie Dough, and by the time the Orange ad appeared I was wiping chocolate fudge from my cheeks, and taking in my first fried egg. The combination of sitting at the front, and overdosing on sugar meant that the first twenty minutes of the film didn’t make too much sense, and by the time the second wave of nausea hit, I couldn’t tell which one was Johnny Depp and which one Penelope Cruz. I was so out of it, it appeared the latter had facial hair at one point!!
The crushing humiliation of having to leave some Pick n Mix uneaten, was tempered by my ability to understand the second half of the film, and the fact that it took care of breakfast, so all was not lost. I enjoyed the film though. I’m not sure if the earlier parts were a little slow, or if that was me concentrating on eating, but it certainly picked up and turned out to be better than expected to be honest. Geoffrey Rush was great!
Sunday has trundled past filled with a little ironing (yes, I know, dream husband), some tidying, and then a solid six hours or so of football and xbox (as I said, dream husband). Louise insisted on a “Sunday lunch” for tea, if that makes any sense, and she went out this morning to buy all the stuff for it that I forgot doing the BIG SHOP yesterday. I made the tea though. As it was made up of Marks & Spencers pull it out of a box and put it in the oven, I shall not be troubling MasterChef anytime soon. It tasted nice though.
So I’ve had better weekends in terms of calorie intake!!
Look at me all back to normal in terms of getting this posting done of a Sunday. I made an extra special effort as I just know once the week starts I won’t get any time to do anything but work.
As for our next trip to the cinema, I think Pick n Mix will feature again, with a reprise of the cold delight from those two chaps called Ben n Jerry. Oh, and we’ll probably watch the Hangover 2.
Till the next time…..