Poems 83 & 84

 

TGIF

 I have repeatedly stated that covid has been good for me. The financial assistance for effected employees was better than my usual income, I enjoy working in a quiet building and starting late. I kept the job I was going to be made redundant from.......

Lately though, people irritate me. Is it the changed dynamic of the pandemic that I am not coping with? I'm not sure. 

The fatal flaws of the few colleagues I still engage with are so well known to me and they probably think the same of me. There's noboy around to dilute the annoyances.....

There's the guy who won't pay a cent for anything at all and the one who keeps repeating the same complaints he has been talking about for the past two years, conflating stories to make the protagonist look as bad as possible every time.

I feel as though I'm finally recovering from the closure of the church I belonged to all my life (yes, that happened three years ago, I guess I'm slow) and now they are closing the site I work at which I have grown to love. I'll have a job on the new site but it won't be close to home, quiet, leafy and pleasant. It will be just a job working from a mostly empty office because the rest of the team have decided to work from home. The commute will be horrendous.

We had a "community morning tea" this week. I spent a generous amount on figs and blue cheese and cake and grapes.....

Only a handful of people showed up and they ate like sparrows. I am disappointed in the lack of community spirit and effort. It's a bit unreasonable of me, it's not like they were obliged.....

My birthday is only a couple of weeks away. It's a Friday, which is the perfect day and my party is Saturday. I booked myself a night in a plush hotel, in an ocean view room a couple of weeks later.

Maybe this current grumpiness will dissipate with all of that to look forward to.

Bye Philip