Accountants be damned

My team does ridiculous hours. 
And thanks to the new building and seating arrangements so do I!

Actually most of the team stick to the 9 hour day.  There are one or two workaholics
that not only work through their lunches but also work an extra one to three hours a day, depending on work load.

Now I am person that works to live.  I love my weekends and if I can leave work early
without it being detrimental to my workload or the team I will.  I will put in the overtime when necessary but that is it.  I want out of there asap everyday.  My team are fanaticals - they love working and they love their jobs (which is very pleasant for them I am sure).  They all glance at the clock when someone says goodbye.  And thanks to the new open-plan pods there is no quiet escape at 5pm.  

I am annoyed by this.  But I am also aware that I might be falling into the "I want more than I give trap"  perhaps living with a generation Y'er is rubbing off on me.  *shrug*

Holy Crump, not her!

Yesterday I almost physically ran into a distasteful person that I knew a couple of years back. There is a bit of a story to this person and myself.  But about 2 years 
ago(approx) I left a club that I was at with said person...let's call her Skat for the sake of naming...I left without telling her and never spoke to  her again.  
I received an email the following Monday asking for an apology.  When there was none forthcoming from me I received a message where she advised me that I would end up very alone and bitter, that she no longer wanted to socialise with me (thank you god!) and some other choice insults.  
Now I could at this point list all of the inappropriate behaviour that lead us to that point in our knowing each other....but it might sound like excuses for my behaviour in this matter and I don't feel the need.

Anyway, I have not seen hide nor hair of this person since walking out of Altitude Bar one Friday night.  Yesterday I nearly ran smack bang into her on Flinders St.  She spotted me. Promptly turned in the opposite direction and walked away...fast

Now I wouldn't have thought much of that BUT today after Macbook browsing with GB we decided to stop off in Block Place laneway for a drink.  

Who should walk past.  SKAT!!!!!

Twice in two days.

I will have a draught please

Friday night drinks with work people is a corporate tradition that most tend to embrace frequently when they first start a new job and then it kinda drops off as they realise that they don't really like the people in a working capacity and that pretty much spills over to the social side of things as well.

Friday night drinks start at 4pm at my place of employment. From my pokey, dark little storage room (they put a computer in there and now call it my office) I can see all the geeks and accountants trundle from their desk at 3:58pm in time to pull the first beer out of the fridge at exactly 4pm. My generous employers also have a huge cupboard stocked with chips in 5 flavours and twisties (only cheese). It is not uncommon to see a bloated, pale geek with 2 large bags of crisps and a six pack of beer wander past my office door every 15 mins until about 6pm.

Tonight I have allowed my arm to be twisted into the consumption of a stubby of Carlton Draught. I chose draught because not only do I like the taste over most beer, it also has trivia questions in the bottle top. This allows me to contribute to the small gathering in my department without really having to get personal or *yawn* talk about work.

After my 15 mins of social interaction with work people I am thinking of going shopping with GB to check out Macbooks. I really want one. But I also want a cool space to use it in. Ie: new house with a new computer room. NO cat pee soaked carpets and godawful sea green walls. That may be asking too much.

So much stuff happening at the moment - family stuff. Oh, how articulate am I!

I spent most of the day with my Internet research tool of choice "google" reading about Golden Staph infections and the treatment. My niece was recently rushed to hospital with an infection that had spread through most of her lower body. She is OK now - getting better and taking her medication etc. But the Internet as always provides the extreme. The horror stories and the miracles. I was feeling a little bamboozled by the statistics surrounding the number of deaths - 625 per year in Australia (more than double that suffer from the infection without the very serious side effect of death). Then the yucky feeling of knowing that my dad was added to that statistic a couple of years back. He is part of a number.

ughh.

I think that I will leave it there - my train of thought is scattered at the moment.