Monday was alright. I was tired though. I always am. It’s a struggle going back to work after a weekend.
Tuesday we had people coming into our office to measure up. I mean how disrespectful. We are being moved (though this is unofficial and I’ve not had any type of forewarning) so these builder type guys have been in to check sizes as someone somewhere in my company want to knock down some walls and change shit around. At the moment my team sit in a little office, separate from the main office as we are in a different room (inside the main office) and we love it. I cannot work in the main office. I use to before maternity. And I struggled. It’s too noisy and distracting. My brain doesn’t work as quick as it use to and I won’t survive out there so as soon as we do get a confirmed date if movement, I shall hand my notice in. Simple as that.
Today I was shattered because Scarlett woke up really upset at 2am and again at 6am (though 6 isn’t as bad usually as my alarm is set for 6:30). I was falling asleep at my desk by 12. I should’ve utilised my lunch hour at 1pm and napped lol
We have another motherfucking spider trying to seek residence. They always do it when I’m alone. It’s like they can sense it. It just strolled across my living room floor like it owns the place. I tried to throw a heavy book at it but it darted out of sigh (worst thing ever). Then it came back and hid underneath one of Scarlett’s toys. I kept my eye on the toy whilst I watched tele, deciding to deal with it after. I went to move the toy so I could stamp on the spider (trying to be brace and shit) and the bastard had somehow snuck off when I wasn’t eyeing. So I scooped my crap up and legged it to bed. So here I am now, in bed, pretending I’m not a wuss. Nah jokes, I’m legit a wuss when it comes to spiders.
Only 2 more work days to go then we are on holiday lol can’t wait. I’ve never been Glamping.