The ups and downs of Tuesday!

Today, I was able to sit outside in the sunshine with some colleagues, having a catch up over lunch.  It was really warm and breezy, and we joked that it was almost like sitting on the sea front.  (Except we were in the salubrious surroundings of Brierley Hill, on a pavement outside the cafe and just a couple of feet away from the main road! )

Today, I produced about 40 documents of varying length and type.  40.  My fingers are hanging on by threads and my ears are turned inside out.   All documents were error free and were signed out without question by the lady I work for.  One document, however,  had a small error on it - a misinterpreted word which could be amended within seconds. This particular document had to be signed out by a partner in the department.  I corrected the document and handed it back to the wan... person in question for him to sign. "Oh is this correct now?" he said sarcastically.  "Are you sure? Only its MY neck on the chopping block if we send it out with errors on it".  

Y'know that one nerve you have left at the end of the day when you started at 8.30am instead of the 9am you are actually paid from, to try to play catch up and help people out  Yeah that one.... he trod on it.  How I didn't take his head off his shoulders I shall never know.  I didn't tell him that his colleague had already checked the document and agreed that it was fine.   Breathe. 

Today, on the way home from work, walking towards the bus stop,  I felt a thud on my shoulder.  I looked around convinced that someone had thrown something at me.  Well they had.  Only it wasn't a someone.  It was a something.  A bloody magpie had thrown what appeared to be an elephant sized poo on to my shoulder, and down my sleeve, and into my bag...........  I shall probably be finding it in crevices for weeks!!  How rude!  Mrs nature lover I am and this is how I'm repaid.  I'm going to complain to the management.  Thank goodness I had tissues.  Thank goodness it wasn't on my head.  Thank goodness I wasn't looking upwards with my mouth open at the time and another two inches to the left.  

Thank bloody goodness!!!

One of the maddest things I've heard Black Country folk say is that if you accidentally tread in dog muck - then its lucky.   Or if you get pooped on by a bird, its lucky!

I had to travel home via two buses with a brown arm, which was making me feel ever so slightly nauseous. Now it may just be me ... but I didn't feel very lucky at all!