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Showing posts with label working week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label working week. Show all posts

Wednesday, 29 August 2018

Research Purposes


Monday is a bank holiday and with us heading off to the Faroe Islands on Thursday this means it’s just a two day working week for us.

L heads over to Mickleover on Tuesday to try out their running club and to visit her folks. They apparently have her down to do ‘Slower Snake Intervals’ which sounds like some sort of speed session for the speed phobic. I’m sure she’ll enlighten me later.

I do my speed session on my bike to work on Thursday, as I’m running late, again.

Once at work, it’s time for a Huel bar. They have been giving away free samples of these as a ‘work perk’ but I think they’re having problems finding someone who can stomach them. Even L’s chucked one in the bin and she claims to be the human version of the Lad. Her company has a whole box of them and she ‘kindly’ donated one to me but she says the texture is a bit like soil, which isn't really selling it to me. I may give it a go for research purposes... but not today

(Wednesday 29th August)

Thursday, 10 May 2018

Fraught With Legal Difficulties

The working week opens with L’s birthday on Tuesday which she celebrates with a doctor's appointment in the morning and a GDPR training course in the afternoon. She is worried about nodding off in it but I’m sure it won’t be dull... and she can tell me all about it afterwards. Saves me doing a course.

Her conclusion after the course is that even emailing sensitive documents between herself and her boss is now fraught with legal difficulties. It appears the easiest solution may be to post everything, even if the intended recipient is sitting at the next desk.

Tuesday is also a momentous day for the Lad, he is loose in the house for the first time!

On Wednesday L is the one in London for work, not me. I’m on the bike and surprisingly I’m not too fat to swing my leg over the saddle. Impressed by that fact, my colleague and I go for lunchtime pizza at the Yard.

I’m also on the bike on Thursday but we’re not playing squash because I couldn’t get a court. In a rash moment I check the Tennis Centre’s website and they are open, now there’s a novelty. So tennis it is then. Oh the joy.

L walks the boys to me and then goes in the gym while the boys (and I) go to the pub, the Victoria. We return for L later.

(Thursday 10th May)