I have reread my last post and my subsequent comment and I would like to apologise for my typos.
I did very poorly at school and got all my qualifications a little later in life. As a result my spelling, grammar and basic mental arithmetic are appalling.
Once again I offer my humble apologies and thank you for your visit.
Wednesday 31 October 2007
Thursday 25 October 2007
Thursday
I have yet to decide what I am going to write. I just want to write something.
Work has been hectic recently but not in a good way - I love the pressure of a job, a job that you can do, do well and are well supported by the team around you. A good team is one that is supportive of all it's members what ever their status. I have a great team below me and along side me, my only grip is the team above me.
I'm sure that that is a common complaint of many managers - the guys below they are useless, they don't do what they are told when they are told to do it. My management style is somewhat different to that. I believe that if the team below me fails then it is something that I have done wrong. I've not directed them properly, given unclear instructions, not defined the results that I want or given an unrealistic deadline.
I now people enjoy working with me. I like to refer to it as that as I want all the members of the team included in the process. Give them involvement, purpose and recognition and people will work hard and diligently for you.
Yet, at the moment I am not being managed well. I am given unclear directions, unrealistic timescales and not made to feel worth while. A good shouting tongue lashing or a brusque email is considered to be a motivational tool at my work place.
I have not been here long enough to have secure employment rights so I must keep my mouth closed. I can not speak out yet speaking out is what I do.
It makes for an unhappy work place and no matter how you try to keep your work and home life separate they invariably affect one another.
I suffer from depression and have done since puberty. I have had some dark times and some very manic bouts. Times when I have just wanted to destroy everything around me. I have been free from medication for nearly two years yet I find my mind being drawn to depressive thoughts. I try hard to be mentally stronger and for the most part I am succeeding but at the moment it is a battle so please excuse me if my post are a little dark at the moment - it is a form of release that is far better than taking it out on those around me.
Work has been hectic recently but not in a good way - I love the pressure of a job, a job that you can do, do well and are well supported by the team around you. A good team is one that is supportive of all it's members what ever their status. I have a great team below me and along side me, my only grip is the team above me.
I'm sure that that is a common complaint of many managers - the guys below they are useless, they don't do what they are told when they are told to do it. My management style is somewhat different to that. I believe that if the team below me fails then it is something that I have done wrong. I've not directed them properly, given unclear instructions, not defined the results that I want or given an unrealistic deadline.
I now people enjoy working with me. I like to refer to it as that as I want all the members of the team included in the process. Give them involvement, purpose and recognition and people will work hard and diligently for you.
Yet, at the moment I am not being managed well. I am given unclear directions, unrealistic timescales and not made to feel worth while. A good shouting tongue lashing or a brusque email is considered to be a motivational tool at my work place.
I have not been here long enough to have secure employment rights so I must keep my mouth closed. I can not speak out yet speaking out is what I do.
It makes for an unhappy work place and no matter how you try to keep your work and home life separate they invariably affect one another.
I suffer from depression and have done since puberty. I have had some dark times and some very manic bouts. Times when I have just wanted to destroy everything around me. I have been free from medication for nearly two years yet I find my mind being drawn to depressive thoughts. I try hard to be mentally stronger and for the most part I am succeeding but at the moment it is a battle so please excuse me if my post are a little dark at the moment - it is a form of release that is far better than taking it out on those around me.
Monday 22 October 2007
In Brief
In brief, or should that be briefs?
Work is very busy and the boss is being a bit of a pain. Something along the line of 'today you will paint the grass purple' When the grass is duly painted the response is 'but I told you it was to be yellow, no why haven' you don't it' I have an email but protesting does no good.
I didn't get the Olympics, but to be honest 2 1/2 hours commute each way was never going to be something I would enjoy.
Regarding the original job I went for yada yada yada, we are talking money, car allowance and precise job remit - I am meeting the regional director. Bizarre really as I started at one down from the top and I'm gradually working my way down the list of seniority.
Wifey is working hard and her business is really starting to step up a gear.
Its 7:15pm and I must sign off to feed the baby and put him to bed.
I have a tension headache
Work is very busy and the boss is being a bit of a pain. Something along the line of 'today you will paint the grass purple' When the grass is duly painted the response is 'but I told you it was to be yellow, no why haven' you don't it' I have an email but protesting does no good.
I didn't get the Olympics, but to be honest 2 1/2 hours commute each way was never going to be something I would enjoy.
Regarding the original job I went for yada yada yada, we are talking money, car allowance and precise job remit - I am meeting the regional director. Bizarre really as I started at one down from the top and I'm gradually working my way down the list of seniority.
Wifey is working hard and her business is really starting to step up a gear.
Its 7:15pm and I must sign off to feed the baby and put him to bed.
I have a tension headache
Thursday 11 October 2007
I'm Alive
I am still alive, however, for a change I am very busy.
Work has been a little manic and will continue to be so. Home life is demanding and at times challenging.
The baby has been ill again, as have I.
I went to the Olympics people today to talk about a job. They are a really impressive bunch of people and they have a date to stick too...
The view was pretty impressive from the Olympics offices in Canary Wharf.
May be they'll hire me, may be they won't.
I will keep you posted even if it is a little infrequently.
Also, in the last post I itimated a screaming good sex session and I only got 4 comments and one of those was from Wifey - I think I'll leave the sex blogging to The Girl.
Please do check back as I will continue to post, it's just that life is getting in the way at the moment.
Work has been a little manic and will continue to be so. Home life is demanding and at times challenging.
The baby has been ill again, as have I.
I went to the Olympics people today to talk about a job. They are a really impressive bunch of people and they have a date to stick too...
The view was pretty impressive from the Olympics offices in Canary Wharf.
May be they'll hire me, may be they won't.
I will keep you posted even if it is a little infrequently.
Also, in the last post I itimated a screaming good sex session and I only got 4 comments and one of those was from Wifey - I think I'll leave the sex blogging to The Girl.
Please do check back as I will continue to post, it's just that life is getting in the way at the moment.
Monday 1 October 2007
A Bedroom Fantasy
Well, here I am, at home, with the baby round my feet and Wifey setting at the desk to my right; I’m not sure if this working from home lark is all it’s cracked up to be.
It was an interesting weekend all told. Firstly one of Wifey’s bedroom fantasies came true.
At just after 11pm on Saturday night, a strange and good looking, man entered Wifey's bedroom. She was already in bed waiting for his arrival. Wifeys pulse was racing as the stranger talked softly and calmly to her. He was obviously educated and had a commanding air of authority to him. He talked some more and she listen intently, hanging on his every word. The stranger climbed on to Wifey’s bed and gently, but authoritatively, rolled her over. He pulled her knickers to one side and Wifey began to bite the pillow waiting for what was to come. When it finally did come, she bit the pillow hard and yelped weakly through her clenched teeth.
“Well that should help ease the vomiting” the on-call doctor said.
“Thank you Doctor” said Wifey.
I’ll post some more tomorrow.
It was an interesting weekend all told. Firstly one of Wifey’s bedroom fantasies came true.
At just after 11pm on Saturday night, a strange and good looking, man entered Wifey's bedroom. She was already in bed waiting for his arrival. Wifeys pulse was racing as the stranger talked softly and calmly to her. He was obviously educated and had a commanding air of authority to him. He talked some more and she listen intently, hanging on his every word. The stranger climbed on to Wifey’s bed and gently, but authoritatively, rolled her over. He pulled her knickers to one side and Wifey began to bite the pillow waiting for what was to come. When it finally did come, she bit the pillow hard and yelped weakly through her clenched teeth.
“Well that should help ease the vomiting” the on-call doctor said.
“Thank you Doctor” said Wifey.
I’ll post some more tomorrow.
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