Finally

My last day has been decided. Tomorrow. Woo hoo.

I'm still waiting for my letter with the financial offer on it, which should hopefully be forthcoming today. Although my boss has already shown me the draft last Friday. How long does it take to print it out on headed paper.

I can't believe I have to sit here bored stupid for another day, but, what the hell, got nothing exciting to do at home.

My official leaving do date is 17th March, if you want to come.

Well, well, well

Yesterday I was given notice of redundancy. What a huge surprise - not.

After a year of having nothing to do at all, the only surprise is that it took them so long to get round to it. And there is one other surprise, the fact that they think they don't have to pay me the government legal minimum. My boss seems to think that if they pay me my contractual 3 month notice period then they don't have to pay the 6 weeks redundancy pay - oh, and of course they don't have to honour accrued holiday.

ACAS thinks different.

I'm going to take the opportunity (when I do eventually manage to get out of here) to tidy the house (no really, I am,) paint my toenails and rip all the hairs out of my legs.

The main problem in all this is that seeing as Jonathan's business ceased trading on 31st December he sees this as a great opportunity to do something together. God help me.

You know they say opposites attract, well in a lot of ways Jonathan and I are very similar, two of everything down the sides and one of everything down the middle (thank you APW.) But in matters of work we are totally, totally different. I'd end up murdering him in the first 3 days.

To avoid this happening, or even discussions about it, I'm really going to have get a job, any job, fast.

I hate eBay

No, I love eBay, but I hate the way it makes me buy things. Lots of things. I even made Jonathan leave the pub early last night cos I was watching some boots that were ending at about 10 past 11 (yes, I got them. Woo hoo.)

The other day I was getting desperate cos I hadn't bought anything on eBay for a few days, so I bought a scarf. I never wear scarves cos they make me itch.

Rainbow-striped lambswool scarf from Bloomingdales anyone?

Thanks pal

Just when I'd managed to totally forget about it Zed http://users.pandora.be/quarsan/zoe/index.html goes and reminds me that our office move is imminent. Oh joy.

Guess I better get to bed soon, after all I'll have all those Valentines to deal with tomorrow.

One of the best

I had one of the best kinds of day at work yesterday.

Someone building nearby cut through a power cable just after 10.00am. No power, no phones - brilliant. So we all sat round and did very little. I spent some time bursting bubble-wrap before lunch. Bought a nice crappy magazine at lunchtime, read that for a while. By 3.00pm I was so desperate for caffeine that a few of us went to Starbucks for an hour and then got back to the office and decided we might as well go home.

Unfortunately my car was stuck in the car park that has electric gates, but that was a small price to pay for getting home more than an hour and a half early.

What a way to earn a living. (Soz Debbie)

Unbelievable

It's unbelievable that Jonathan managed to fix the sofa. It looks ok, it feels ok, and so far it hasn't crumbled. Maybe I was wrong about him being a completely useless tosser after all.

It's unbelievable that I went back to work today, even though I could have stayed off until Thursday with my sick note. But my back feels a lot better as long as I don't stay in the same position for too long cos then I set like concrete. If I'd stayed at home any longer I would have felt obliged to do some housework. Bugger that for a game of soldiers.

It's unbelievable that when we went to the quiz last night I won - 15 beer tokens, worth about £30. Oh damn - I'll have to drink more alcohol now.

It's unbelievable how much male attention you get when you wear a ridiculously short shirt and fishnets, even if you're a sad, overweight old bag that can't walk properly cos your back is knackered and you are out with your husband. Men are such suckers.

It's unbelievable how much I like lazing around at home doing very little. Nobody ever believed me before when I said I'd like to be a lady of leisure, but I think they have now realised I am a completely idle sod.

It's unbelievable that the kids have managed to drag their sorry arses off to their bedrooms and it's not even 10.30 yet.

Demolition man

In November 2003 we took delivery of a 2 seater sofa. Big mistake, its crap and we've had to call them out twice to sort it out. First time was the legs. The plastic stoppers at the bottom had disappeared up the metal legs leaving them acting like pastry cutters on the carpet.

The second time we called them out, one of the legs had broken - except it wasn't the leg, it was the frame and they glued it together. I wasn't impressed.

Well, quelle surprise, the sodding thing broke again. I suggested I rang them and had a tantrum but Jonathan wanted to fix it himself so it would get done properly (?? his words, not mine.)

So for the last couple of days we have had a dismembered, upside-down sofa in the living room, which I think Jonathan is intent on replacing every bit of wood in. I'm not allowed to ask when it will be sorted out. He's made several trips to buy wood, metal brackets, and special screws. But the besting thing is he's bought a great big staple/nail gun.

Wait until the kids find it.

Wallowing

I'm wallowing in self pity.

Not only is my back still not better (it has improved, but it's not right yet) but I now have a very snotty cold. I spent all day Sunday and Monday sneezing which wasn't great when my back was already painful.

And I have a big pimple on my chin.

It was Theo's 13th birthday yesterday. He was so very, very exicited, which was sweet, but I found it quite depressing really. It's not so much that I have to acknowledge I'm getting older cos I don't have a problem with that. But my baby is growing up. Next thing I know he'll be leaving home and that will be very sad - from where I'm standing now.

However, we have yet to suffer the full throes of puberty and hormones and I was wondering if that's mother nature's little way of making you glad to see the back of your kids when they leave home. Come to think of it, it will be really nice to reclaim his bedroom as the guest room.

Is it too soon to start packing his things?