June 8th, 2006

gamiila sig #2

"Let me be weak: let me sleep and dream of sheep"

Lovely day, dry and sunny...but I woke up this morning with the mother of all headaches and feeling quite literally sick to my stomach, so after due deliberation I called in sick and got back to bed. Only to be dragged from it again by the insistent ringing of the phone and Jobsworth telling me I've called in sick one too many times this year and he will be taking the matter further. I've checked and found that this is actually the 3rd time I've felt poorly enough to take up sick leave since November (today, 2 days in January, and of course my prolonged absence in February/March when I was struck down with sciatica), so I'm pretty confident I can go into the meeting he's convened with HR and the new company doctor on Tuesday with my head held high. But he can forget about me making an effort to come in tomorrow, I don't care how short-staffed we are (and we are, since 2 of my immediate colleagues have been off sick since Whitsun, with the same complaint: gastro-enteritis) - miserable, mean little man that he is.

Yesterday, one of my co-workers commented on how obviously happy I was with my mp3 player, and I am! I've not even had it for a month, but already I won't go anywhere without it. I love it to bits, though I've been quite lazy and have only uploaded 977 songs to it so far. This morning, I've been playing a little game with it, a meme gacked from enigmaticblues, inbetween bouts of slumber and trips to the bathroom:

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Then I got up, got dressed, and purchased my Common Rotation tickets for London and Belfast -- though not the one for Glasgow yet. I don't know, were we going to book them in advance, or buy them at the door? Jules?