The end of a looong week

I don't know why it dragged so, but this week was one of the longest, most drawn out weeks I've endured for years. It's been mighty quiet at work and I didn't like it one bit. Now anyone who works in a hospital knows that using the Q word is frowned upon. But it has been quiet... too quiet...and I've hated it. No doubt we'll pay for it next week and we'll be inundated.

This week sucked because even though it was quiet, I got bugger all done. There was the single routine report that took me three days to write because I spent ages designing a template to make reports like this one easier to write in future. Uhhh, if you know what I mean.
I nearly cheered when I finally posted it off.

Other staff ( not in our dept thankfully) seem to be trying to outdo themselves on the 'Stupid Meter' and we are wondering if it is called the Silly Season for some other reason than Christmas.

Actually I was totally over it all by Thursday afternoon and I'd convinced myself it was Friday. Boy, was I peed off when they told me I had to come back to work today.

Well it's Friday afternoon now - and I have the whole weekend ahead of me! Whoo hoo!

I'm treely rully going to get into the back yard and poison those damned weeds - or reef them out by the roots, I'm going to pay my bills over the net and I might ( just might) wash the floor... or the car. I can't decide which.

Oh and I really am going to get that next chapter done this weekend. If only I could decide where it needs to start. I've started in three different places already and I'm not sure I've picked it right yet. Should AJ start on the stairs, at the door or in conversation inside the door? I dunno.

The thing is that this is a fast forward and there are some new players coming into the story. I don't want to get bogged down in too much back story, but neither do I want to have an 'As you know Bob' dialogue either.

I'm going to keep noodling along with it and see what comes out. Sometimes that's the best way - to just see where the characters take you and not worry about the niceties.

I know that Carolyn would agree that over-thinking the writing part is counter productive and soul destroying, so I'm going to just blunder on and see if I can get over this block.

I was reading Lori and Lea's recent Blogs and I'm totally in awe of Lori's discipline in writing 50k words last month and envious of Lea's literary inspiration in the shower. If I thought it would do me any good, I'd hop under one right now.







Before I go, there's two things I want to share.
On Tuesday my driver's licence expired and I really didn't want my photo taken with my old glasses. However the lovely folk at the optometrists suggested I borrow the new empty frames I'm buying and have my Driver's Licence photo taken wearing them. What a good idea!

Well that's exactly what I did. Sure I couldn't see the camera and just grinned myopically in the general direction, but it the photo should be ok. The guy behind the counter didn't bat an eyelid when I swapped frames, merely saying he didn't care what I did just so long as the glasses worked when I was driving.

Now would this happen in a big city? I doubt it somehow.

The second thing that happened this week was quite bizarre. On Wednesday I got home from work to find an Express Post padded parcel in the mail. Nothing odd about that except it was from The Hawthorn Football Club, which is a company I'd bought something from last year. Nothing odd about that, you say. That's right, except I hadn't ordered anything ...and the pack was empty!

Let me put this another way. I ordered nothing - which was exactly what I received. But I got it in a padded post bag by Express Post!

I rang the club straight away and they were baffled too. So, in the spirit of wanting to get to the bottom of a mystery, I scanned the handwritten label on the package and emailed it to them. Maybe they can work out who is sending empty parcels around the country on the HFC's dollar!

It's no skin off my nose, but how weird is that?