Saturday was a very trying day at work. We're not anywhere near full capacity but most of the people onsite at the moment seem determined to be as awkward as possible. Awkward, demanding, needy, annoying and rude. Maybe there's something psychological about having a holiday in May instead of the height of Summer. You're not paying full whack, and you know it, and you want to overcompensate for your lack of financial show-offish-ness by being a bit of a prick. I don't know for sure, but I think that is certainly true of at least one of our current visitors (Good morning, Mr Richardson from Burton-on-Trent).
In other news, though, Philippa has booked onto her course and paid for it all up front. She went through a couple of days of that old 'What Have I Done?' mindset where you panic about a decision you have just made and question whether it was a waste of money, but she seems to have got through that now (thank you, red wine) and is now really excited and really proud of herself.
I didn't really want to mention the car, but the little 'drop it in and we'll just have a look' scenario on Friday ended up costing me another three hundred quid. I think I need to find a new mechanic of choice because I've really lost confidence in my current guys. It seems to come back each time with more problems than it went in with. I'm not accusing them of anything untoward, I just think there are a few issues with it, and instead of treating it all holistically they're fixating on one fix on each visit and that's making this go on forever and is costing me more and more. I know it's an important and complicated piece of equipment, and I know I'm not experienced enough myself to be able to keep it running, but there is a limit to how much I'm prepared to flush down the toilet before I eventually say, 'Enough Is Enough' and pull the plug on all the repairs.
Lots of plumbing references in that last paragraph there. Maybe because I need the toilet.
RC 15-5-23
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