My quote of the week has been:

This week, yes has been mad as batshit. No denying it.

Rushed off my feet. Running round like a headless chicken type thing and yes, I am still utterly knackered but one quote this week to the big boss man did actually make him laugh:

I was describing to him how the job I am doing (which is a two man job) was giving me a weenie bit of squit & thanks to the very unhelpful people within the company who can only see part the end of their noses it seems.

I used the quote as pinched from a film:

I'm drowning & every tosser around here is describing the water to me.

 Don't get me wrong. I am plenty capable of getting it done but need to allow it will take time to set up being allowed this but I will in the next week utilise our 'girls' in the office to start inputting information onto the system we now have.

Only one down side. I am more tired than a sloth with a big fat one.

Knackered

Just thought I would a brief update as the complete lack of ability to spend even 10 minutes on-line these days.

I'm bloody sure there will be a freaky weirdo support group somewhere in the world that caters for such tat.

Life itself has taken a weeny bit of a back burner due to work.Not that I am complaining, its keeping me busy for sure. Could sleep for a bleeding week I'm that knackered.

So yes, I am alive (just) and once the worst of this random backlog is sorted normal service will resume. In other words the light at the end of the tunnel IS there but its like a shite LED torch at the moment.

It's official. I have broken my arse.

Ok, so maybe not 'officially' but after yesterday's madness 1st thing trying to re-jiggle some forklift prongs & shuffle some chunky bits of concrete about, I have managed to pull preeety much my complete arse & inside thigh muscles.

You would not believe how bloody pain it is!

I've spent today waddling about like I've had a crap in my pants & moaning profusely on standing & sitting down. 

Bugger bloody arse fuck.

So after struggling today, what nice gentle task have I set myself up with tomorrow?

Driving the sodding X7 truck down to London & coming back in a piece of shit truck which will be ronnied good & proper.

I never learn!

In preparation for tomorrow I have had a soak in the bath, now tucked up in bed & have plied self with some painkillers to make sure I now kip for Britain.

Night night all. Think of me and my broken arse.

It's amazing what you don't notice...

The last time I remember using the land line phone at home was over a week ago & it was such a crap line I decided that any calls that were not 0845 jobbies I would use the mobile for in future.

Then there is that fact over these couple of weeks we have had no answer phone messages either. In fact now I think about it, not even any notice on the handsets of any calls either & I know full well I tried to leave myself a message to remind me to do something. Did it work? Not a jot.

So evidently our line has been down for well over a week. You really would have thought we would have noticed a bit sooner than this but alas no.

In fact I have really loved the peace and quiet.

I did finally report it to sky today (after quite a bit of testing about the house with various phones to make sure it wasn't just these bloody binatone phones I bought a couple of months continually being a complete pain in the arse.)

They have said they will get it fixed. I hope they don't hurry.

As for these bloody phones: Can anyone recommend a set of phones that do not do the 'me mer' noise when you put the handset in the charger? 

The BT ones I had before & these binatone ones both do & randomly in the middle of the night go into complete mental mode 'mee mering' like a chuffing loon! Enough to make you get up and remove the sodding handset from the charger to get it to STFU.

Just a thought to save some minor amount of sanity I have left.

#bloodytelephones