Categories: music, decisions, work, tired
Date: 04 November 2009 17:45:23
have caused me much anguish this week, but after a day flitting from department to department, and leaving a letter for the person who's collecting the post that comes here for church and the usual occupant of the house with all possible names for me, so official post for me would not be returned to my place of work, (which earned me a reprimand for not giving them my correct address - one that was retracted as soon as I explained what had happened and assured them they did indeed have my correct address. You had to be there to get the full effect of the horrified and sympathetic looks as the tales of woe unfolded... it did mean they were very amenable to sorting their earlier errors which added to the series of mishaps!) or indeed any other post going astray, which I had blamed on other circumstances.
My day was not improved by the inter-campus shuttle bus having a new driver, working on a schedule which was not the printed one. Which left me stranded for an hour and a half, and meant I gave up on getting to small campus, as I was already later than intended owing to the other mishaps being sorted.
Then, there was the Sunday Musician's Rota. I wasn't going to fight that one - I knew I was playing, I wasn't late, I knew what the rota said, but there's a long, long, long standing problem with a particular musician and when there was accusatory "But, I was always going to be here for this service, I don't know how you thought you were playing." Well, I'm not in the mood for sorting it when I'm not going to be around for more than two or three more weeks. So, I left to go home...which had upset one or two people. Apparently, I should have stayed.
I think I need a holiday....