Ali has gone to work on other events for a while, so I’ve shifted onto stock and Darren is into response. There’s A LOT to do. Like tons. We are trying our best to do as much as we can. But each person is only a person.
Today I’ve been making boxes up with all sorts of things. Not screws, somehow. Never any screws. Where are all the screws? Will I have to purchase more screws? When will this screw shortage ever end? Darren went to the hardware store today to get an order and once again they came up short. It’s endless.
Darren was running around in the transit while I calmly made loads of piles of consumables. Lots of it is running out so that’s the conversation I can have tomorrow morning. I wish I knew how much was needed. I’m in the dark about the bigger picture because the other option would likely involve having to go to meetings loads and filling in forms. This way I can just be a blunt tool and get things done when they need donegetting. And while the big orders downstairs seem to keep getting mixed up and not by Greg, there’s some seriously overspeed French work going on while we are upstairs ordering things. I sometimes see them getting things ready for loading and it really doesn’t feel thought through. Upstairs it’s a system now, and it’s hard to fuck up even if it took Ali and I a while to arrive at it by combining our opposite brains. We conjured up a way of things that isn’t too particular but is meticulous and can be transferable if, as will happen next week, we both need to be off elsewhere leaving Darren holding the baby on his own.
I’m waiting by the tumble drier right now. It has said six minutes for it last twenty. I want to go to bed. But I put all my clothes in it but what I’m wearing. Tomorrow isn’t such a really early start which is comforting. But I’ll need to be in clean clothes.
It still says 6 minutes. I reckon there’s a moisture gauge or something.
I wanna go to bed
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