I knew it was going to be a full-on day, so I was up early and working at my desk by 7.15am to try and get a head start. Thought I’d got caught up, but that turned out to be a false flag as the morning went mental. One of our very needy customers had a launch and it went tits up.
Kept calmand worked through things, but had a prior commitment as today was “Fitness Day” at the gym. They were running a “Cycleathon” where, over 16 hours, people cycled for 30 minutes each. Tash went on first and did her stint well, getting to 17.7km. I was up next and managed 18.5km – could have done more, but started on the wrong setting which was frustrating. Not bad though.
From there I went straight to the JR as I was giving blood – my 60th donation. Wanted to take a photo but, typically, my phone was dead. All done and dusted, then back home to play catch-up with work. It was a bit of a shit show, to be blunt, but I stayed late (after dinner) and managed to get on top of things, though tomorrow will no doubt be mad again.
It’s hard work at the moment, and with Daniel leaving in a week or so it’s going to be even tougher, especially as we don’t yet have a replacement for him.
In the evening I finally sorted out WhatsApp and my photos after walking Bess. My phone storage had been full and I didn’t want to just delete 10 years of pictures from the Dark Side chat. It’s taken a couple of days, but I’ve worked it out now – a painful exercise, but at least it’s done.
Watched a bit of TV to round off the night, then off to bed.
Reflection:
A proper graft of a day – work chaos, fitness challenge, and giving blood all rolled into one. At least I got through it all and even ticked off a long-standing phone admin job. Just need to brace for the pressure that’s coming at work.
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