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Friday 12th October: Midnight screams, hospitals, sickness & corporate massages

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Posted by: knightrider45 Friday 12th October 2007, 8:32am

How's about that then for a day in my life? The last day and half have been so busy, so frantic, it's difficult to know where to start!

My Baby Sister was rushed into hospital first off on Wednesday night in severe pain and vomiting a lot. Russells Hall Hospital, in Dudley, West Midlands is a huge monstrosity of a place and her scan has been cancelled twice, eventually taking place Thursday afternoon.

Not very good is it? Rushed into hospital and being left in pain for 24 hours before being scanned. We still don't know the results yet (that's today, hopefully), but the Doctors suspect a gallstone or gall bladder problem.

My Little Girl, AKA the Teenage One, has also come down with some kind of Lurgy - similar to mine, but not quite the same. I've had to have antibiotics for mine, but the Teenage One's got a virus, so she's having to put up with hers.

So,where does time go then, eh? Yesterday I and the wife went into Kings Lynn to do a bit of Christmas Shopping - getting it done, out of the way, after she'd taken The Teenage One to the doctors first. We were out until two o'clock - ish, returning home really tired and fed up.

And then I had to start getting ready for work, for another one of those 12 hour night shifts.And it was a long one. I've still got the Lurgy ravaging around inside me, so I'm not particularily well up on things, and the thought of a night shift cast one of those dark shadows over my day, especially as I hadn't slept well the night before.

That was due mainly to The Teenage One falling asleep with the telly on again. I had just settled off to sleep, when I was woken up by this blood curdling scream from a woman at about half midnight! Turned out The Teenage One had fallen asleep watching a DVD.

Didn't half wake me up quick! I was out of bed with my heart racing, crashing about in the dark bedroom for a few seconds before I started to wake up. I've promised The Teenage One that I'm going to hide her mobile phone in her bedroom somewhere where she can't find it, and ring her every half hour through the night. Starting at 1am!!

And today, Friday 12th October, is the day we were supposed to have the house repossessed. The court hearing was at 11am, I think, and I'm really grateful that I don't have to go to court today. And, although the mortgage has been completely paid off now to the first company, they still sent an arrears notice out, which I got in yesterday's post. Doh!

So although I'm really pushed for time, I'm still appreciating life. But, I do wish I didn't have to waste so much time at "Work". I'm still following my goals plan, and if I can pull things off OK, I've only got to stick this job for another 11 months and two weeks. Wish me luck!

How tired am I? On the way home this morning I stopped off at Hillington filling Station to use their £1.75 (Rip Off) ATM because I was too tired to go elsewhere. For about 3 seconds, I couldn't work out what was wrong with the machine. There was no screen showing. Then I realised I was standing in front of the postbox. How disturbing is that then?

And now, onto the Corporate massages bit! Where I work use these whiteboard things around the various offices and plants, so staff can book in and out and so on, as well as leave messages, such as off today, in office so and so today, meeting at whatever am/pm and location, corporate strategies posters (yawn) etc.

And now, the plant has got itself a mysterious message board tidy-upperah. No one knows who he/she is. A real mystery.

So, all the messages that were left in the messages section of the whiteboards have now been upgraded to MASSAGES.

Naughty Naughty. Now, you've just got to imagine some of these office staff. Really prim and proper, Hyacinth Bucket (It's Bookay) types.And, in my minds eye, I've got visions of various management type people perfoming a massage service for the workers in various rooms.

And visions of massages in the first aid room really make my mind boggle!

But, what's equally disturbing as well is that most of the management where I work are males. So are the workers!

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