AWOL
Julian -- who is depressed but won't admit it -- hasn't turned up for work for the last few weeks. Not everyday -- some days he comes in -- but on the whole he's been AWOL for quite a while.
Work have been pretty sensitive to it, but have now run out of patience: He's basically blown chance after final chance.
At 11.30 he was meant to turn up for a meeting with the FD and HR Mgr. It was clearly going to be his final act here. An envelope -- or bullet -- was waiting with his name on it. Knowing what to expect, predictably he hasn't turned up.
He'd be late for his own funeral.
Except I can't say that, because there's a realistic chance that in his current state that WILL be his next appointment.
Despite the fact he hasn't been seen since last week, work have so far failed to contact his next of kin. We, the rest of the department, fear he's topped himself. Hopefully we're wrong.
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Your Glasses Are So Funny Daddy
India was having her breakfast milk when I said goodbye to her this morning. After giving her a kiss on the forehead I put my [driving] glasses on.
India laughed at them.
Even my 6 month old daughter thinks I'm a speccy four eyes.
They're not even comedy glasses -- I could forgive her if they featured goggle eyes on springs, a big red nose and a bushy false moustache.
Cheeky little tike.
India was having her breakfast milk when I said goodbye to her this morning. After giving her a kiss on the forehead I put my [driving] glasses on.
India laughed at them.
Even my 6 month old daughter thinks I'm a speccy four eyes.
They're not even comedy glasses -- I could forgive her if they featured goggle eyes on springs, a big red nose and a bushy false moustache.
Cheeky little tike.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Sleep Comes Like A Drug
Is a U2 lyric I believe.
And how I need a good sleep.
Vic and India haven't been too well for the last few days -- India's been a nightmare through the night -- and with the addition of an illegal rave just 200 yards from our house on Sunday morning (2.30 am through to 9.00 am), I'm bushed.
The "India not sleeping for longer than 30 mins before screaming" thing is probably because she's teething. It may also be because she's hungry or unwell. And the "waking up at 5.00 am" thing is probably because it's getting light outside and we don't have a black-out blind on her window.
Vic's buying a black-out blind this afternoon. I'm buying a new baby.
The illegal rave -- I'm sure the full story will be on thamenews.net any day -- was held in an empty warehouse in the Industrial Estate across the way. It wasn't like the good old days of Acid House [cue sound of whistles] I can assure you. We had the same baseline for 6 and a half hours. The baseline could be heard over 2 miles away. Nobody called the police. Biut then again, what can Thame's TWO police officers realistically do with 200 drunk and drugged-up swampies?
Coz that's what they were. Swampies.
I took a walk out at 9.00 am to see the aftermath and get a paper. The party peeps weren't the happy-go-lucky, brightly coloured, E-powered love prophets of illegal raves gone by. They were crusty, pale-looking, combat-trouser wearing crusties who looked downright miserable.
Apart from one couple who gave me, India (in her pushchair) and the two coppers a cheery wave from their car on departure.
India gave them the V sign.
Side story about Swampy: THE Swampy -- the one who lived in a hole under the route of the planned Newbury bypass -- went out with Rachel for a time. Rachel and Robin had their baby last week -- Daisy arrived safe and sound. Congratulations R&R!
Is a U2 lyric I believe.
And how I need a good sleep.
Vic and India haven't been too well for the last few days -- India's been a nightmare through the night -- and with the addition of an illegal rave just 200 yards from our house on Sunday morning (2.30 am through to 9.00 am), I'm bushed.
The "India not sleeping for longer than 30 mins before screaming" thing is probably because she's teething. It may also be because she's hungry or unwell. And the "waking up at 5.00 am" thing is probably because it's getting light outside and we don't have a black-out blind on her window.
Vic's buying a black-out blind this afternoon. I'm buying a new baby.
The illegal rave -- I'm sure the full story will be on thamenews.net any day -- was held in an empty warehouse in the Industrial Estate across the way. It wasn't like the good old days of Acid House [cue sound of whistles] I can assure you. We had the same baseline for 6 and a half hours. The baseline could be heard over 2 miles away. Nobody called the police. Biut then again, what can Thame's TWO police officers realistically do with 200 drunk and drugged-up swampies?
Coz that's what they were. Swampies.
I took a walk out at 9.00 am to see the aftermath and get a paper. The party peeps weren't the happy-go-lucky, brightly coloured, E-powered love prophets of illegal raves gone by. They were crusty, pale-looking, combat-trouser wearing crusties who looked downright miserable.
Apart from one couple who gave me, India (in her pushchair) and the two coppers a cheery wave from their car on departure.
India gave them the V sign.
Side story about Swampy: THE Swampy -- the one who lived in a hole under the route of the planned Newbury bypass -- went out with Rachel for a time. Rachel and Robin had their baby last week -- Daisy arrived safe and sound. Congratulations R&R!
