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PF - The Omnibus Edition [1502]
Diary of the sad life of an Englishman in the UK – Chapter 1, Just another weekBy Pan Szarlotka, age too much, IQ too little
Monday 29th SeptemberGot up around 6.00 when one of the three cats in the household, which are loyal to Pani S and basically hate me, sat on my head, miaowed and scratched me until I had to feed the little bugger. Other two cats insisted on food too. Went to kitchen. Muesli all finished again so had to have cornflakes. Best OJ (with bits in it) was nowhere to be seen. Had toast. Stumbled into shower. Stumbled out of shower. Cut myself shaving. Said goodbye to sleeping Pani S. Asked to sort out non delivery of new furniture during the day. Stumbled into car. Now 6.45. Car parking charges at station gone up again. Train full. Stood all the way to destination. Got into work at around 8am. 150 new e-mails since 6pm Friday evening of which at least 50% are asking me to make a decision with no evidence of anybody having given any thought to the problem. Resend these back to originator saying that abdication is a not management strategy that I recognise. Coffee is off. Hot water supply is off. Only OJ has no bits in it. Have some weird fruit smoothie that costs more than a pint of Guinness. Team start to roll in saying what a great weekend they’ve had. Mainly because they have unloaded all their problems in aforementioned e-mails. First meeting of the day at 9.30am. Lead by strategy team. Good chance for some shit eye. Only net result is the emergence of at least ten new management buzzwords. No decisions. Agreed to form new steering group to agree the terms of reference for the new steering group. Nobody knows what we are steering any more. 11 am meeting with project sponsor. Spend half of it talking about the weekend football. No decisions on last weeks urgent actions have been made. He suggests setting up a new steering group
Lunch was good. Stir Fry. Should convince the Pani S that the new healthy living regime is on track. Decide not to mention the Mars Bar. I love lunch. The staff are the only ones to talk sense. Apart from the mad Filipino woman who makes no sense whatsoever. And that is the opinion of her fellow countrywoman.
Afternoon spent redrafting the redraft of a report that was originally redrafted for submission to Ministers following the comments on the redraft that was required following the comments from the Ministers’ trusted advisors. None of the recommendations have changed at all but apparently this is now fit for submission (as a draft for consultation). Experience tells me that there are at least a further ten iterations to go.
6pm team leave to go for a drink. 200 new e-mails. Most of them are cheeky resubmissions of the ones I sent back in the morning with no changes. Come perilously close to starting smoking again. Only the prospect of Pani S;s reaction stops me.
Get train at 7.50pm. Lots of seats at that time of the evening. Nutter sits next to me and wants to tell me to repent my sins and embrace the Lord. Tell him I’m an atheist. Big mistake as I get the deep advice. Nutter gets up to go to loo so I hop down a few carriages. Leave newspaper at original seat. Tooo scared to go back for it.
8.30pm get back to car. Glory be. No-one has scratched it this time. Arrive back at Szarlotka towers. No sign of lady wife. Note on table says dinner is in oven as she has gone to theatre with her new best friend who is also Polish and therefore understand life better. Shame she doesn’t know English better. God knows what those two are nattering about.half of the time. Take phone call from call centre wanting to sell me a better mobile phone deal. Try unsuccessfully to convince the Indian gentleman that I know I’m on the best deal already. Maybe he thinks I am in the Ukraine? Dinner has burnt. The good white wine in the fridge has gone. Have to drink cheapo Pinot. Urrgghh!
10.30pm. Sit down to watch TV. Nothing worth watching. Go to bed to read and listen to The Doors. 11.30 Pani S returns. Wakes me up to say how good the play was. Decides she must read for a while. Can’t go back to sleep. Cats are hovering. Dog, my only defence, decides to leave. It’s going to be a rough night.
Tuesday – FridayDitto in the main. Do get to go for a drink on Thursday down in London followed by a Brick Lane ruby. Aldgate East is another world.
Cats maul me. Pani S mauls me. Car gets scratched again. E-mail inbox full. Decide to leave it that way. Meeting with Ministers cancelled pending another redraft ordered by Trusted Advisors who have changed their minds.
WeekendGet to play golf twice. Suspect large purchase by Pani S imminent. Shaft breaks on Driver early in first round. Lose many golf balls. Lose mobile.
Read PF. Apparently England is a nasty place to be. On evidence of week I tend to agree.
Eldest phones from Canada. He’s decided to cycle down through South America. Job was no good anyway. Might need some funds in an emergency. Mentally note this will happen somehere around Seattle. Face prospect of working until I drop.
Never next week will be better.