boorrrrring

The meeting at the hospice was very long.  Why is it as women get older they talk, talk and talk more.  I was full of admiration for our regional manager who nodded enthusiastically at them all, droaning on about nothingness.  God help me if I get that sad.  The meeting was about new structure being brought into the 8 shops.  Trouble is, as the flagship Cumbernauld has everything in place already.  It was needless us being there this morning.  We dont need to hear about how new stock increases sales, we already know allthis.  We know how to visually merchandise yet over an hour was wasted listening to the pro’s of it.
 
Did I mention my boiler is out of action?  No hot water and no heating.  The valve part will hopefully be delivered by Monday.  Shit, freezing cold winds and rain had to return didnt it?  I’m cold.  I have kids who scream for the fun of it.  a TV that doesnt leave the cartoon channels.  I could almost say I am about to go into serious meldown mode.  Ah bless, this is what I had kids for.  I never wanted a quiet life and I’m not getting it. 
 
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intentions are good

Yesterday in work came the announcemnt of team leaders.  I’ve got my usual shift, someone else has the other.  Even I had a shock.  We have an additional team leader on a Saturday??  I work on a Saturday.  Well, till this week.  I now have the intention of taking Saturday off.  The woman who does do a saturday afternoon is great.  Rubbish at cashing up but heh, not my problem.  I  do feel a tad annoyed, I am sharing that, but only in type.  I am withdrawing from Saturday to make a point.
 
In typical Jacq style.  Now that I have control, I dont want it.  Staff are snarling already.  I feel responsible for completing the entire rota.  Whenever our takings go down I feel responsible.  I have a hankering to be a stay at home.  Thats is silly.  Kids are at school and I would really be staying at home alone.  I have a meeting in the hospice this morning.  Another boring morning of this is how to merchandize.  Like I didnt understand the first time.  Weirdly our manager speaks like she’s using text abbreviation.  I find it hard to follow what she’s saying.
 
Grown-ups.  I really must distance myself from them.
 
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A hobby makes a return

My thanks goes to Eileen for her timely reminder of an old hobby.  Cleaning.  I have taken a quick break just to say.  Well, sod all.  I am a bad-tempered mama.  I am not the only adult here.  We do dance around each other.  Him with his tongue hanging out and me, well not.  My toleration level is set to normal and I work around him.  I dont like him.  I’m tired of making allowances I wouldnt make for anyone else.  i know, its me.  I have no expectations so I kinda get a stamp attempt at housework which i usually work around.  I let him, them off with it.  Its not like I give out threats.  I just say honestly what I want.  I just dont get it.  When I got up this morning my boiler was off.  No biggy sort at lunch-time once I had emptied the cupboard.  Its not like I had asked anyone else to do it is it?  Would you expct the other adult to do it instead of driving around builders yards.  the insult being he couldnt even find a bloody strip of PVC.  The one thing I had asked the teenagers to do, clear the worktops hadnt been done.  I managed it with one hand movement, breaking everything that had sat on the bloody thing. 
 
The cupboard was a shocker.  3 large boxes from Xmas had been put in it.  Not even opened but removed from youngest son and stashed away.  Almost £100 worth of toys and the poor child hadnt even seen them, never mind played with them.  It appears that the boys have an extened toy cupboard.  Except, they hadnt been told.  The washing from the top of my house had been tossed on top of a set of drawers and forgotten about this morning.  The floors are being skimmed again and my annoyance is through the roof.  I have pointed out to teenagers that they dont pay any money into my house.  The other flings me either £50 or £100 every week.  This is enough to buy everything including there birthday gifts.  Someone remind me what the hell I’m doing.  Nothing ever changes, except me.
 
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Is it Tuesday already

OMG its Tuesday.  That means I got an hour of running tonight.  I honestly dont know what I was thinking about when I said "sure" to running around Broadwood Loch.  Its an area in Cumbernauld where all nutters go to walk/jog/run.  I wanted to up my cardio work anyway I just dont like when out of my mouth comes yes, it was supposed to be nope, no way.  Ah well, its going to be a nice evening here anyway, no rain and no wind.  No fkn oxygen cylinder either I type with a shrug.  This is supposed to be a new "hobby". 
 
 This time last year if someone asked what my hobbies were, what would I have said.  If someone had asked what filled my life except my kids what would I have said?  Hhmm, realisations take there own time.   I did read a lot.  Searching for answers.  Sitting with my eyes on the box on the corner has never been my thing.  Avoidance and pretending, it aint really smart for a Mum to do.  O sure I could have stayed the same.  The slow drown of nothingness would be easy.  So, the rumours where true.  Jacq needed a life.  The void would have come this Sept when youngest goes to school.  I just hit it sooner.  I’m not going to get swallowed up in Hospice life.  My promotion will be a short lived one.  I wont commit to more than another year.  Then it will be tme to move on.  To what I dont know but something else.
 
 
 
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Inflated stats

are good.  I like random stats so today’s hits are sitting at 222.  Not a nice number so I’m hoping by the time I come home from work(almost typed school there) it will have changed..  search.live.com is certainly shifting my stats at an alarming rate.  Bless but some even search off the name Jacqui.  I almost feel like typing an apology but well, heh, its my name too lol.
 
I think its strange people search off the names of months and randomly hit on blogs.  I would try it myself but I’m never that bored lol.  Okay, enough of here.  I have 10mins to get the slap on and out the door into the miserable weather.  The rain has not stopped since I got up.  My positive I found 6yr old Helly Hanson and I even knew were the hood for it was.  I was close to replacing his jacket.  That will teach my to be a smart mum and only leave them with 1 jacket when cleaning out a cupboard.
 
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A sore throat??

I think I must be in panic mode.  I live 10mins away from Monklands Hospital where the first 2 cases of swine flu in the Uk have just been confirmed.  I go to Airdrie where the hospital is.  Hmm, I am concerned about this outbreak of flu.  Goodness, that’s what happens when I talk to my Dad.  My sore throat has been upgraded to a sinister don’t know what.  So, anyone who goes anywhere near that hospital is banned from all contact from me lol..
 
Okay I am being a bit tongue in cheek but it is quite frightening to think something like flu can spread such panic, at least in me.
 
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Hurry up, I’m waiting…

My oldest is glowering at me.  Limited pc’s in this house means we have a queue of people waiting.  Jennifer is on the only working laptop with 2 others waiting.  I’m on the biggy and oldest is sitting watching me, looking at every email I open.  Worse thing is he can probably read it better than I can.  mental note to self, get my eyes tested – again.  So I’m typing here, the annoyance I’m causing is amusing and since I rushed around this afternoon shopping, cooking, ironing & washing I think I’m allowed.
 
Everything about today has been rushed for some reason.  Today started off fine but the minute my feet hit work it never seemed to stop.  Youngest, having long since given up nap time replaces his batteries at 1pm which means like it or not fun time is required.  Homework has been done.  Dinner & dishes have been completed with no moaning and bath time is looming with a new litre bottle of bubble bath ready to be started and finished by this evening.  I loathe bath-time.  It takes 2hrs for me to bath mine and its just a cycle of filling/emptying the blooming bath.  O and it has to be washed and dried between each person otherwise they wont get in.  Bless, how cute are children lol..
 
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