Happy Chappy

I’m loving March at the moment. It’s staying lighter later and I think it’s almost time to dust off The Rory Chesworth Velociped and get my cycling shorts on. I haven’t gone back to eating like a horse with a tapeworm this Winter, which is a first for me, but I am a bit out of shape again. Mainly because I’ve had less exercise than a beetle trapped in a matchbox. So it’ll be good to get back to some kind of fitness. Cycling is great for someone like me. It tones my legs and gets the heart pumping without the need for running like a nutter or killing myself in the gym. I get to scoot about the countryside enjoying the fresh air and scenery and can smile with the knowledge that it’s doing me good. Apart from the numbing sensation in my penis for three days afterwards, it’s perfect.

Work was a struggle today. It’s a bit strange really, doing three full days a week. I can’t get used to the concept of part-time hours where they’re all crammed into three days. It would make more sense if I worked five mornings or five afternoons. Except that wouldn’t work, as the whole point of me being there Weds, Thurs and Friday is that those are the days when my jobs need to be done. If I went in on Monday and Tuesday, I’d have very little work to do, and then on Weds, Thurs and Friday I wouldn’t have time to get everything done in the morning before I left at lunchtime, so some of the work would still be there when I came back after the weekend. Customers would be unhappy, Tom would be unhappy and we’d have to have a re-think and the conclusion would probably be that I should stop working every morning, and do all my hours in the three days at the end of the week. Which is where I am now anyway. I was hoping that writing this would help clear my head, but I’m now more confused than when I started.
Thanks for nothing.

RC 18-3-10