Los Hábitats Españoles

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Whenever I travel, I tend to be a bit of a worrier and double (if not triple) check all of my travel arrangements to ensure everything will be okay.  It’s basically the same whenever I leave my house, as I check and re-check that I have my keys, wallet, and so forth.

Ok.. so maybe it’s a little OCD on my part, but better same than sorry.

It all stems from a few years ago when I was supposed to travel to Madrid to meet a (then) mate from Amsterdam for a naughty weekend. It was planned a couple of months in advance, and we were both looking forward to it.

Only when I arrived at the airport to check in, there was no booking.  The person at the check-in counter checked and checked again to no avail.

Apparently when I had booked my flight, I hadn’t double-checked the travel dates, as I had actually booked the flight for another date.. a month prior!

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What a mess… And there was nothing I could do except book another really expensive flight, something I couldn’t afford so I had to let me mate know I wasn’t coming.

Well, wouldn’t you know it.. it’s kind of happened again.  And with another trip to Madrid, no less!!!

Only this time it isn’t an issue with the flights (I checked.. again), but with my accommodation.  Dammit..

When I was there in January, I’d met an absolutely gorgeous, sexy and super friendly guy, and we’d hit it off right away.  We’d spent a chunk of my weekend there together, and had kept in touch after I’d returned to London.

We were chatting just after I’d returned from Gran Canaria, and I joked that I should come for a visit.  He agreed, so I looked at flights and made sure he was around next weekend, and figured all was good to go.

But over the past week or so, I’d started to get a little niggling feeling in the back of my head, especially as I hadn’t heard from him since I’d booked my flights.  And I started to get a bit paranoid that I’d just assumed that I was staying with him as neither of us had come right out and said as much.

Well… the worrying started to get to me so I sent him a message when I got home from work on Wednesday night.

And damn.. it was a good thing I did as he forgot all about it!!!! 

Basically, we were chatting about upcoming holidays and I’d mentioned I was looking to plan something for my week off in July.. but until I decided that holiday, I was just looking forward to my trip to Madrid next weekend.  To which he asked which dates I was coming…

That’s when the penny dropped.

After I told him my travel dates, and he immediately started to apologise.  Apparently he’d forgotten to write it in his diary and had already agreed for a ‘friend’ to come stay for the weekend.

WHAT?!?!?!

Let’s just say there was a hell of a lot of swearing and yelling (at my mobile) on my part.  A LOT.

How the hell could I have not made sure of all this before now?  I’d been worried about it awhile, so why hadn’t I mentioned something to him?

Of course, it’s not really my fault when you think about it.  I did tell him when I’d booked the flights and how long I was going to be in town for.  I even made sure he knew when my flight was arriving so we could arrange to meet up once he finished work.

I said to him point blank (finally) that I thought I was staying with him for the weekend, which was why I’d checked he was around back when I’d booked my flights.  The last thing I’d expected was to have to find a place to stay for the weekend.. especially as the main reason I was going to Madrid was to spend time with HIM.

There was a LOT of apologising on his end for obvious reasons.  He said he usually always writes this sort of thing down (how many ‘friends’ does he have come to visit him?!?), but somehow forgot about me.

Just my damn luck, huh?

He did confirm that his friend wasn’t arriving until Saturday afternoon, so I could at least stay with him on the Friday night.  So then it was about scrambling to to find something relatively decent for the remaining two nights.

It’s most definitely NOT what I had planned or budgeted for, but it’ll have to do.  My poor credit card…

All I can say is he’s definitely going to have to beg and plead for my forgiveness on the Friday night (he’s joked that he’ll be my slave for the night… hmmmm).  He can at least buy me dinner for all this trouble.

The upside is I now have a centrally located hotel for the remaining two evenings, so who knows what trouble I could get myself into.  🙂

I’m Feeling Stressed…

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I hate feeling stressed.  It’s an awful feeling and it makes me want to do things I know I shouldn’t – like go off my diet or start smoking again. Neither of which I want to do.

But somethings lately have just been bugging me, and I wish I could exorcise these feelings and get back to working towards a more positive and healthy ‘me’.

Part of all this could be the ‘post-holiday blues’.. since I returned from Gran Canaria a few weeks ago, I’ve been feeling quite ‘blah’ and the typically grey UK weather hasn’t helped any either.

I swear my tan faded the moment I stepped off the plane.  LOL

Not to mention my diet seems to have stalled a bit since I returned.  I seem to eat fairly healthy throughout the day, but once I get home it’s like I have no will power.. and that’s with me rarely buying anything snack-like.

But it’s not like I don’t already have a weekend to Madrid planned in a couple week’s time.  Plus I’m considering going to Naples and Pompeii in early July as a late birthday trip… so I don’t think it’s that.

Perhaps it’s the impending visit from my landlord next weekend and that he’s staying at the flat for about a month – he lives in Belgium but occasionally has to come to London for work so he’s kept a bedroom for himself.

He’s not a bad guy but I don’t feel completely relaxed or comfortable having people over when he’s there.  He knows I’m gay and has said he doesn’t care if I have someone over, but it’s a comfort thing.

But to be honest, him visiting is more of an inconvenience than anything.. and just means I need to make sure I’m wearing clothes when I leave my bedroom.  LOL

Ok… Let’s just face the elephant in the room and address the true source of my current stress load – it’s work.  It was slightly stressful before my holidays and it’s just gotten worse since.

Basically, it was decided last year to bring in a new computer system for our division, and my colleague was jointly tasked with assisting the developers to build it so it was ‘fit for purpose’.  I wasn’t assigned the task at the time as I was expected to be on holidays during the original launch period (end of June 2016).

But since she’s not a technical person and isn’t that good with implementing processes, things kind of went to shit.  Especially as she spent most of her time flirting with the programmer when he’d visit our offices to work on the program together.

Anyway, things kept getting pushed farther and farther back until finally it was realised that what had been build was absolute crap, and it had to start almost from scratch again… so the project was reassigned to someone at the other office and she gotten things done.

And then suddenly things for our part of the division got dropped into my lap a few months back, and I had to get our part up and running via systems testing.  Despite not knowing anything about the program really.

So there I was just before my holidays having to teach myself a program that wasn’t working completely, and go back and forth with the developers to try to mold how things work somewhat.

But as with anything in life, I wasn’t even asked if I wanted to do this.  I was just expected to ‘fix it’ as I’m seen as the ‘computer guy’.  And they’ve now decided that I’ll be our new system’s ‘expert’, meaning any problems people have they’ll come to me for it instead of the developers.

Oh joy… lucky me.

Meanwhile, here we are several weeks after the program launched and my department is the only one who can’t even use it because the developers haven’t loaded our correct rates yet.  The rest of the department is fine for the most part, and they can get things done.  But we can’t.

Like I said to one of our supervisors this morning, it’s like our little department is the forgotten step-child.  And no matter how much I chase things up, it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall.

*Sigh*.. As much as I could say I don’t feel appreciated in my current job, I know that’s not completely correct.  I do get messages of thanks or notes of appreciation from the bosses, but it’s almost to the point where it’s expected that I’ll just get things done.  And quickly and efficiently as well.

I’ve been told that I’m getting another (very small) raise – the 2nd in the last 6 months or so – which is great, but I’ll believe it when I have the signed paperwork in front of me.

I do wonder why I’m still with this company after almost 3 years.  I’m pretty sure I could potentially get more money at other companies, but yet I haven’t been looking around at all.

It’s partly because this office is so convenient to where I’m living (I can literally walk home in just under 45 minutes), but also because I know if I leave this job right now I’ll have to pay them money..

They’re paying for my PRINCE2 certification, and part of the agreement is if I left within 2 years of starting the course then I’ll have to pay back a certain percentage of the costs (standard for most companies these days..).

But is that worth sticking around this place for another 2 years?  Of continuing to feeling used and pushed to do more and more?

I suppose only time will tell.. until then, I need to get studying.  The certification isn’t going to complete itself.

Holiday Blog – Day 7, 8 & Home

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It’s always sad when a holiday comes to an end, as it means it’s time to go back to reality.  And when the reality is the chilly, dreary London weather, it’s really hits hard.

Unfortunately there hadn’t been much of a chance to past over the last couple days of the trip, but at the same time there wasn’t anything exciting to write about.  And to be honest, not all of it was great or fun…

I think I went into this holiday with the wrong mentality when it came to having a bit of holiday fun.  Or perhaps I’d had certain high expectations after my last couple trips to the island.  Finding a bit of ‘fun’ on holiday usually isn’t that hard.. no pun intended.  LOL

But for some reason I’d felt somewhat ignored sexually by other guys, both in and out of the bars or the resort.  In the past, my dating/chatting apps were quite busy with messages or views (even if it wasn’t from guys I was attracted to), but this time I barely got any hits.

And at the bars it was almost like I was invisible.  Guys would walk right past me as if I wasn’t even there… and when you’re in a sex/cruising club, that really isn’t a good thing.  If anything it got me feeling somewhat anxious and perhaps that made me come across as desperate.

It was somewhat stressful near the end for me.  So much so that I came very close to falling back on an old crutch to try and make myself feel better – cigarettes.  Although I did have a couple cigarettes over the course of the week (it happens, no biggy), I came so close on the second to last night to buying an actual pack and start up again.

Yeah… that’s how shitty I was feeling, but in the end I resisted the temptation that night.

The next day was spent on the beach, which I absolutely love to do, but I was still in a bit of a funky mood.. and my mate didn’t really help things any.  He doesn’t seem to get it when I tell him about my troubles finding guys or even a shag, especially as he never has any troubles himself.

It just felt like my concerns or feelings were brushed aside as if they didn’t matter, as if it was all just in my head.  Him and I are obviously completely different people – he’s fit, handsome, super outgoing and everyone loves his outrageous behaviour; whereas I’m chubby, shy, reserved, and have a hard time finding guys attracted to bigger men.

I was there on holiday to relax, enjoy the sunshine and the company around me, nothing more.  So I really shouldn’t have let it get to me.

Anyway, the final evening included a ‘farewell’ meal with the entire group at a restaurant at the ungodly early time of 7pm (nobody eats dinner that early in Spain LOL). It wasn’t anything spectacular, and personally I think would have been better if it had been held closer to the resort.

After a quick nip home and a nap, I headed back out to the clubs just after midnight in the hopes of having a bit of last minute fun.  I did snog an Irish bearcub early on, only for him to say he’d grab me later for more but didn’t.. in fact the last time I saw him around the bar he looked right past me.

With the exception of a handful of guys, everyone was heading home at different times on Saturday.  I’d purposely booked a late flight so I could enjoy most of the day, which I did.  I relaxed, packed my case, and then met a couple friends who were also on holidays for a late lunch.

Unfortunately, getting onto the plane home turned into a bit of a farce.

Once the gate was called for our 8pm flight home, suddenly there was a gate change half an hour before we were due to board/take off.  So off we all went to the new gate.. only for them to change it again about 5 minutes later, and again 5 minutes after that.

It was almost like someone was sitting there trying to get the Brits to run around the airport.  We had 4 gate changes before they stopped.. and only then announced the flight was going to be delayed AFTER the initial departure time had passed.

Meanwhile the airline app was still showing everything was on time.  Riiiiight…

So that meant I landed back in London just past 1am Sunday morning, and once I’d grabbed a train into town and then arranged an Uber to take me home from the train station, it was well after 3am.  *YAWN*

But that’s ok, it happens from time to time I suppose.  Plus it was a bank holiday weekend, so I don’t return to work until Tuesday anyway.  LOL

What mattered is that I got home safe and sound, and despite my own insecurities near the end, I did have a fabulous naked holiday.  I met a few new guys from the website, I saw some amazing sights around the island, and I came home with a killer tan.

What more can I ask for? 😀

Now it’s time to start planning my next holiday – I still have 9 days to use up before the end of July.. just need to decide where to go. 😉

Holiday Blog – Day 6

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Wow…. This week is just flying by! It’s day 6 already.. which means it’s almost time to head home to London. 

Booooooooooooooooo!!!!!!! 

Luckily that’s not until Saturday night, so I still have a bit of time to play in the sun. 😉

Despite my best intentions, I ended up staying in last night as I’d fallen asleep after a lovely dinner at the restaurant around the corner. My mate’s ended up still going out around midnight but I was still half asleep so stayed in. 

This morning was a bit off for me as all I wanted was a bit of quiet away from the resort. As fun as a group trip can be, it can be tiring at times. 

I ended up going to the same restaurant for a late breakfast before rejoining my mates. . And it helped a bit I think.

After lounging around until midday, one of the guys and I decided to drive up to Puerto de Mogan, on the west coast of the island just past Puerto Rico.

We made a few wrong turns along the way, driving along the coast instead of the highway for part of it, and even ended up driving a bit inland to the village of Mogan instead of the port. 

Let’s just say there weren’t clear sign posts.. and we weren’t using out mobile’s GPS. But it’s all good as it was still very scenic.

Once arrived in the right ‘Mogan’, we wandered around and enjoyed the sights. It’s easily a little tourist coastal village, with lots of high-end shops, but still quite idyllic. 

All in all a lovely, peaceful day out. Gotta enjoy it while I can. 😁

Holiday Blog – Day 2

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It’s definitely a good thing that all we’ve done today is lounge by the pool, considering how many of us woke up with hangovers.. and I suspect a few were still drunk from last night.  I heard a few stories this morning that some of them were up until abpout 6am drinking on the roof terrace after getting back from the bars.

Comparetively I was a ‘good’ boy, getting in at a almost resonable 3am.  I’d gone with a few of the guys to the Yumbo centre, and we’d ended up in a bar called ‘The Box’.  It’s not my favourite place, but it was majority rules I guess.

as for this morning, I was just a bit hungover.. partly due to all the vodka sodas I’d drank last night (they free-pour the mixed drinks in Spain..), and partly due to getting very little sleep two days running.  For some reason I woke up at 7am this morning with a spitting headache, and think I dozed for about an hour between then and 9am when my one mate got up to make coffee.

But I’m not going to complain as it’s not like I had anything important to do today.  LOL

In fact, today has been an absolutely gorgeous day.  Lots of laughs, plenty of scorching sunshine, and even a bit of eye-candy around the pool.  Hehe

The best part of today was the buffet lunch put on by the resort for us.. way too much food, but served to us by a couple of the bar staff just as naked as the rest of us.  It made for a fun afternoon, and lots of naughty jokes from the staff as they brought the food and drinks around.

During the lunch, I’d ended up sitting beside a guy from Nottingham that I don’t think I’d met before, and we had plenty of laughs throughout the meal.  Ok, we were mostly perving over the serving staff, but it was all in good fun.  and some of it we’d even said to their faces.  LOL

But I suppose all in all, that’s the whole point of a holiday – to just have some fun, some laughs, and just genuinely enjoy yourself.  None of us who were hung over today complained about it, but instead made jokes about it.  Which just goes to show how much everyone here is interested in just enjoying themselves.

Now time for a disco-napp, perhaps another swim, and then out again tonight for more fun and frolics.  🙂

Holiday Blog – Day 1

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Greetings everyone from the gorgous and sunny Maspalomas on Gran Canaria island!  It’s that time of year again, as I’m off on a week’s holiday of fun in the sun. 🙂

This is my third trip to the island in the past year and a half, and there’s just somethign about the place that keeps me coming back for more every year.

On previous trips I’ve either stayed by myself or shared with a ‘mate’ (he isn’t anympore after that trip lol), but this time I’m doing something different by going on a group holiday through a naturist social website I belong to (nakedmates.co.uk).

In total there’s supposed to be about 40+ guys staying at our resort (we’ve taken over the entire place for the week), and it’s an semi-annual trip for the guys on the website.

If it wasn’t for the fact that a two good friends of mine were coming on the trip, I may not have done the group thing.  But I know with them, I’ll definitely have a good time.

Already it’s been a super long day, as we had a 7am flight this morning.  To make things easier, the three of us all went to my mate’s place in Essex and then his husband drove us to the airport just after 5am.  Once we arrived and got through the usual check-ins, we were headed for the gate and were boarded pretty quickly.. although because we’d booked our flight separately, we weren’t seated anywhere near each other.

Well, four long ass-numbing hours later we were on the island and feeling extremely warm in our typical early-Spring attire.  But off we went to pick up the rental car, grab our sunglasses, and head to the south of the island to find our resort.

Now as much as I would LOVE to show some pics of the resort, I do have to respect the other guy’s privacy.. it is a naturist resort and the only people wearing clothes are the staff.  LOL  Maybe I’ll get a couple quick pics later on when there’s not as many people around the pool.

But now is time to relax and enjoy the gorgous mid-to-high 20c weather, barely a cloud in the sky, and get myself a nice lovely tan.

What else do you do when you’re in paradise? LOL

 

An Adventure in the Sun

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It’s amazing sometimes how something as simple as a brief holiday or getaway can recharge your batteries or help you realise your own self-confidence.

That’s what happened to me on my recent trip to Gran Canaria, staying in the Playa des Ingles/Maspalomas areas.

For me, this was my first real holiday in close to 3 years.. and by that I mean my first time abroad in that time.  I’ve done the occasional weekends in Brighton, Manchester or Edinburgh, but for some reason I still yearned for an adventure abroad.

And what an adventure it was.

20151117_174642It was a bit scary to going holiday alone, but it wasn’t the first time.  Although before was usually to stay with someone in that city after chatting online for awhile or meeting in person in London.

This was the first time in about 5 or 6 years that I’d gone away totally alone.  A Spanish mate of mine was going to be there around the same time, but we barely saw each other over the week.  Too bad, but it was good as it pushed me to actually get out there and meet people, which I did.

Also, instead of getting a hotel room or staying in one of the resorts, I’d rented a fully fitted one bedroom apartment through AirBnB.  It was perfect – quiet, with a kitchenette and a little balcony, and was a 5 minute walk from where all the bars were.

From the moment I landed, I could feel the difference in the air.. Somehow, the place seem super-charged sexually and you could feel how laid back everyone there was.

I easily absorbed this vibe and found myself more relaxed and confident with myself than ever before.  I even went out wearing a shirt completely unbuttoned, meaning anyone could see my belly and chest hair.  And for a shy guy with body issues like me, that was an accomplishment!

In fact, I was so relaxed that between the beach and the apartment, I was basically naked all week.  I’d even rigged a bit of cover on the balcony so I could sit out there naked, day or night, without anyone being able to see (much).

20151120_144736The relaxed atmosphere carried on to the beach.  Everyone seemed chilled, friendly, and didn’t give a damn what you looked like naked.  Or at least that was my perception of it.

I’m normally quite shy when on a nude beach, never standing up or walking around naked, and usually getting dressed while laying down.

Instead, I found myself not really giving a shit if anyone looked at me, and found myself standing up, walking around, and even going down to the water’s edge to go swimming in the ocean.. which meant walking through the clothed people walking along the beach.

And oh my god.. the feeling of being naked in the sea was absolutely amazing! This was my first time swimming in the ocean ever, and I had to keep pinching myself to remember that this was a reality, not just some dream.

I had a surreal moment while swimming in the ocean – I pinched myself when I realised that here I was, just a regular guy from small town Canada, swimming in the Atlantic Ocean, on a small Spanish island off the coast of Morocco.  Was totally an ‘oh my god, this is actually real’ moment. Lol

20151120_184744Now as for the men… all I seemed to meet were Italians!! LOL  I know I totally have a type and all, but that was just too funny… not that I was complaining, as they were all super sexy guys. 😉

At one point on the beach, I was laying down on a sun-bed reading when I realised that I was on a Spanish island and the only language I could hear spoken around me was Italian.  Hahaha

In the end, this holiday was exactly what I needed.  I felt refreshed, confident, relaxed, sun-kissed, and more comfortable in my skin that I’d been in years.  I just need to keep that feeling going now that I’m back in London.. especially with all the crap going on with work (more on that later).

For now, I’ll just revel in all my wonderful memories of my week on the Island and all the fun I had while there.. and start planning for a return trip soon, possibly in the Spring. 😉

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Bored on Holidays

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So due to my company’s financial year ending in April, I’ve had to take this week off as holiday to use up most of my remaining days.  The timing of it works perfectly because of the upcoming Easter weekend, giving me 10 full days (including the weekends) off from work.

The only thing is.. I’m bored.

Because it was kind of last minute (agreed to it only a couple weeks ago), I didn’t get around to planning anything for it.  If I’d had the forethought, I might have booked a cheap mini-break somewhere warm, or even looked at going home to Canada for a bit (although the prices for that were well out of my puny budget 😦 ).

Instead, the only thing I have planned this week is the start of my physiotherapy on Thursday evening.  Real exciting..

Other than going to the local Starbucks on Sunday and popping out last night to grab a take away, I haven’t been out of the house since I got home super late Saturday night (see previous post).

Man using laptop computer at coffee shopI’ve done nothing but sleep, eat, marathon-watch Netflix (re-watching ‘3rd Rock From The Sun’), and well, wish I was out doing anything other than sitting at home alone.

I have messaged a few people over the past couple days to suggest we meet up at some point during the week to hang out.  But I’ve gotten nothing back other than non-committal ‘I’ll let you know, enjoy your holidays’ responses, if they’ve acknowledged my suggestion at all.

Interestingly, I know of a couple guys who are currently off work, either between jobs or have days off in the week, and who I haven’t seen or hung out with in ages.. But even they don’t seem to want to get together.

It’s starting to make me wonder if there’s something I’m doing to push these people away.  Or more accurately, if there’s some reason why they don’t want to hang out.

Sure, I don’t exactly live centrally at the moment, but I’m willing to travel into town this week to do things.  It’s much better than the alternative – sitting in my bedroom, getting more and more stir-crazy from the boredom, because I know none of them will travel out to Woolwich to see me.

Of course, I haven’t exactly done anything all that exciting today.  I’ve packed up my laptop, jumped on the train to London Bridge, and found a nearby coffee shop with free wi-fi.

Talk about living the high life. LOL

The only offer to meet up at some point this week has come from an Indian chaser I used to chat to ages ago.  And his idea of meeting up is specifically for sex….

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A new squirrel friend..

Hmmm.. I don’t know about that, but we’ll see.  It’s not like I’ve got an actual boyfriend or anything. 😉

Sure, I could easily spend the week doing some cheap touristy things around London, like walking along the Thames, going to museums, exploring some new area I’ve never been to before, go read in a park (if it’s not too cold or windy).

And I may do just that.

Guess I just wish I had someone to do them with.  Sure as hell be a lot more fun.

 

Getting Snappy

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I’m finding more and more these days that it’s a struggle to keep myself out of the ‘dark place’.  To keep my spirits up and try to look at each new day as something exciting or interesting, even if all I’m doing is my usual daily routine.

And I think I was kind of succeeding with this over the past few weeks despite the lacklustre goings on in my life.  I’ve been doing my best to just enjoy my free time by watching my favourite television shows (Doctor Who marathon anyone?), relaxing on my sofa, and relishing the rare opportunities to spend time with mates.

Unfortunately this hasn’t been going so well for the past week or two, and I’m finding myself stressed out and desperately looking forward to some well-deserved time off work next week (I’m off to Manchester next weekend with my best mate P from Scotland).

I know a lot of this stress and anxiety I’m feeling is due to a few changes at work (something I don’t tend to write much about on here..), where we’ve finally gotten some new staff in to replace the ones that quit/were fired over the holidays.  Normally I enjoy the challenge of showing new people how things work and the processes that need to be followed, but this time I’m finding it too much.

For some reason, it feels like it’s all coming down on me to show the newbies the ropes, which results in a constant bombardment of questions that pulls me away from the work I need to get done.

468737-stressIt’s not so much the questions themselves, but how it’s the same ones over and over again, mostly from this one particular guy.  He’s picked up most of the system processes, but anything else he feels this need to reconfirm on a daily basis, despite us telling him to write things down.

And sometimes he comes out with the most ridiculous questions that either don’t make any sense at all or are just plain stupid.

Gawd, how I hate using that word about someone, especially when I think he’s actually just insecure.  I keep trying to get him to think for himself, but instead he’d rather re-ask the same questions just to make sure.. which then makes me snappy and frustrated to no end.  And once he’s completed the tasks he’s been ‘told’ to do, he’ll just sit there and chill while the rest of us are still working away until end of shift (and beyond some days) as if there wasn’t anything else to do.. and he doesn’t ask if there is.

The worst was this past Friday when I was alone with all 3 of the newbies (my boss had booked the day off.. damn her hahaha), and I couldn’t get anything done.

But when it took me close to 2 hours to do one simple task because I was constantly having to give them directions or tell them what needed to be done next (which they should know by now), I couldn’t help snapping at them.  And that’s not like me at work at all.

too much to do at workSome of the management have commented in the past how I’m always calm and cool regardless of what is going on or what needs to be done.  And this is exactly how I want to be at work.

Unfortunately the stress of the day got the better of me, and I was frazzled all day long.  Something a couple of my colleagues in the office noticed and kept (discretely) checking in on me to see if there was anything they could do to help..

But not any of the management, surprisingly enough.  Hmmm..

Anyway, luckily the supervisor is back to work on Monday, and we’ll have a busy couple of days to ensure we get ahead of the game before I have my time off from Thursday.

Though hopefully it isn’t as bad for her while I’m off until the following Wednesday.. but then again, can’t predict anything I suppose.

Guess I’ll have to write a second post about the stresses in my personal life.. Watch this space. 😉