This morning I arrived in work, at the correct start time, to find I was yet again, the only one here. I picked up a fire extinguisher from the hallway and smashed through the glass pane into my room. It’s always too hot in my office so this will let some fresh air in. I crept up the stairs to the first floor, and using the fire extinguisher as a weapon of mass destruction, proceeded to pound the living daylights out of our useless photocopier that only works when it feels like it. Next I laid into the fridge which is disgusting in the extreme as nobody ever cleans it. At least this way we may get a clean shiny one. I stalked the corridors smashing anything that irritated me, and man am I irritated! The chemistry labs were next. The tinkle of disintegrating glass tubes and canisters was music to my ears. I love that sound. I held back from smashing the Bunsen burners as I don’t want to blow up myself. Or is it blow myself up? I know the Americans have a thing about ending a sentence with a preposition… I bounded up to the next floor and set about destroying the room full of PC’s that aren’t working due to an electrical fault. What’s the point of us still being here if nobody is repairing things that are broken? This suite was run by a hated ex colleague so I thought of him as I plunged the extinguisher through each and every screen which made a satisfying ‘pop’ at it fell inwards. By this time I was hot and bothered. So much work to do. I sneaked along to the ladies and smashed the sinks. Cold water gushed from the taps soaking me to the skin. At last my ‘episode’ was diminishing. The other technician put his head in the door, tentatively, wondering what the noise was about. I grabbed him by his shirt, dragged him down a flight of stairs and smiled at the gratifying noise his head made as it hit each stair. I then dragged him through a door; I’ll show HIM the store room!

Back in the ‘real world’ yesterday was again very busy with 5 exam sessions scheduled. With the best of planning, 5 sessions means one of us doesn’t get a lunch break. I planned the workload, and took 3 sessions myself, leaving my colleague the other two. I escaped early so that offset not having a lunch break. I asked if next time they could double up on 2 sessions if they’re small because we don’t get paid for lunch and that yet again, I didn’t have a break. In fact it was so busy yesterday, and we only had one ‘gopher’ (go for…) that I even had to hunt someone down at one point so I could have a much needed ‘comfort’ break. They’re going to see if they can break it down into 4 sessions but are not hopeful. Honestly, I’m already doing the work of 1.5 people and now they ‘steal’ my lunch break too? Hence the ‘episode’ above. Well, a girl can dream as I always say ;)

We actually had some sunshine here on Wednesday which made a nice change. Just a shame I was in work as I could have got a pile of laundry out on the line. We have another dry start here however it’s down to minus 1C and it took ages to clear my car of frost. The forecast is back to rain for Friday, and Saturday too. I have a 3 day weekend only marred by having to go to a different campus to meet with someone from management. When I first got the email I thought holy cr*p what have I done lol, but it seems each and every one of us is having a ‘little chat.’ That can’t be good; more to follow…

One of my sister’s is having a hospital appointment today. She had some pre-op stuff done recently for some much needed surgery next week, but they might not do it as they think she’s recently suffered not one, but 3 heart attacks. The tests will determine if she’s well enough for the surgery she needs. I hope so, as her life is miserable at the moment following a botched surgery some time ago. My brother has also suffered a heart attack in the past few years, and my niece has a hole in her heart. Good grief!

Regarding the first part; I used to love taking glass to the recycling banks and hurling the bottles through the opening to see how much noise I could make. There’s just something so cathartic about smashing glass which we don’t get now due to kerbside collections of recyclables. This way is better in some ways as many are just too lazy to go to a recycling centre. I need a real fire so that I can have an axe and woodblock to work off some frustrations. Okay, maybe that’s not such a good idea, though I do have a machete in the shed… LMAO.

Have a great weekend. I feel so much better ;)