The Run Around

My day starts with the hope that the postman will deliver something I've ordered. The problem with this is that I know the parcel won't fit in the letterbox, so if he doesn't turn up before I leave for work it means I'll get the dreaded little "while you were out" slip, meaning I'll have to go to the post office depo to pick up the parcel, rather than have the convenience of it being delivered to the doorstep.

But by 10 to 9 the posty still hasn't delivered and I have to go to work. It's not a problem I decide to myself, I might as well nip home during my lunch break, see if he's dropped the slip off and I can then nip to the depo which is near work on my way back to work.

So I go to work, which is much of a muchness, though I did get the blame for breaking the search facility on a website after apparently doing a "global update" to one of the sites. Hmmm, I know it wasn't me in fact due to 4 things 1) I didn't create the link that needed to be put on each page of the site, and 2) I didn't create the page that the link went to 3) I never ever ever use the global update facility in Dreamweaver because I don't trust it for exactly the fuck up I'm now being blamed for and 4) I have no record of making any such changes for the site in question, and I keep ALL my emails for blatant ass coverings such as when required to protect my integrity - and I've got nothing to suggest I was ever asked to make the change.

Anyway, just another pit fall of working in an office, I'm quickly going off the idea, and as such I'm going to start looking for a job that means I don't have to be stuck behind a desk, but that's another blog entry I'm sure.

At lunch I do go home, but alas the posty has not delivered anything, not even a slip. Oh well. I then have to go into town to pick up something else that I'd ordered. I know how much it costs, so I'd borrowed the money for it (and 50p for parking) from Phil as I knew I wouldn't have time to go get any money before work, and without a penny to my name at the moment I'd be stuck to even pay for the parking ticket.

And I was bad, very bad. You see, the parking lot is right next to the shop that I need to go to, and I know that I'm going to be a matter of minutes picking up my delivery. So I flirt with the law for once, and don't bother with a ticket, why pay 50p for an hours parking when I'm going to be exactly 57 minutes shy of using my allotted and paid for time. And it pays off, because the cost of the thing I'm picking up has gone up 20p from the time of ordering it - so if I'd have bought the ticket I'd have been 20p short for the bead board that I'd ordered.

Hmm, being risque was fun (hahah, my god how dull I must be to think that was risque!) but I probably won't make a habit of it - I'm pretty law abiding most of the time, you just need to break out of the shell now and again you know? :)

The afternoon was then, by comparison to my completely wreckless behaviour of lunch time, quite boring...

Posted by Abi on the November 4, 2005 10:13 PM