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Jul. 5th, 2004 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hellisonWell, its Monday, it must be update time! I do mean to do it during the week too, but I never do!
Anyway, was in a good mood this morning having had quite a packed weekend - drinking with family and many cousins on friday night, manic riding over the beach on sat. which certainly cleared the hangover but left me stiff all over.
Altho i did manage to negotiate up and down steps on a horse I'd never sat on before, as well as the mad gallops along the beach, so am rather proud of myself.
Then Sarah (Thesme to any scene readers) came to visit Sat night. We drink pink champagne, I introduced her to the joys of MST3K and we talked about dead people.
Even the horror of Cemetary Sunday couldn't quite ruin the mood. Tho an hour standing in a packed graveyard in the rain going 'Mumblemumble DIRGE mumblemumble DIRGE mumblemumble holy water mumble EVERYBODY'S DEAD' isn't how I'd recommend rounding off a weekend.
And now work. Well here's a joy. The new overall boss wants to 'restructure' the place. So he had a big meeting today to explain to everyone about it. Well. Everyone except us contract staff. AAs (lowest level of life in the civil service) who will only be here 3 months were invite. I've been working here for 12 years, most of the others - who do the actual core work, the stuff they're legally obliged to do - have been here 8 years. But we're obviously not considered part of the 'team' enough to be told wtf is going on, despite the fact that this will affect how we work and who we work with/for.
I'm not even sure why this has me so pissed off. I should be used to this treatment by now. Whats one more slap in the face after all? I think I will get my lovely dividend cheque today, made up of profit we've gained as working under contract as our own company instead of directly for these fuckers, and go on a spending spree.
After we have our meeting with the bank to discuss how we should invest the rest of the money we've made, so we get even more.
I feel better already actually ;)
Anyway, was in a good mood this morning having had quite a packed weekend - drinking with family and many cousins on friday night, manic riding over the beach on sat. which certainly cleared the hangover but left me stiff all over.
Altho i did manage to negotiate up and down steps on a horse I'd never sat on before, as well as the mad gallops along the beach, so am rather proud of myself.
Then Sarah (Thesme to any scene readers) came to visit Sat night. We drink pink champagne, I introduced her to the joys of MST3K and we talked about dead people.
Even the horror of Cemetary Sunday couldn't quite ruin the mood. Tho an hour standing in a packed graveyard in the rain going 'Mumblemumble DIRGE mumblemumble DIRGE mumblemumble holy water mumble EVERYBODY'S DEAD' isn't how I'd recommend rounding off a weekend.
And now work. Well here's a joy. The new overall boss wants to 'restructure' the place. So he had a big meeting today to explain to everyone about it. Well. Everyone except us contract staff. AAs (lowest level of life in the civil service) who will only be here 3 months were invite. I've been working here for 12 years, most of the others - who do the actual core work, the stuff they're legally obliged to do - have been here 8 years. But we're obviously not considered part of the 'team' enough to be told wtf is going on, despite the fact that this will affect how we work and who we work with/for.
I'm not even sure why this has me so pissed off. I should be used to this treatment by now. Whats one more slap in the face after all? I think I will get my lovely dividend cheque today, made up of profit we've gained as working under contract as our own company instead of directly for these fuckers, and go on a spending spree.
After we have our meeting with the bank to discuss how we should invest the rest of the money we've made, so we get even more.
I feel better already actually ;)
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