Delayed flight back to blighty. I’ve got some online work I couldn’t shift so I’m here for much of the coming week and it’s a chance to see Lou, which I’m looking forward to very much.
Right now though I’m sitting in CDG waiting for a delayed plane and England playing Switzerland is so boring I figured I’d write this instead.
My journey onto the plane this way has been much nicer than the monstrous arseholes who work at the EasyJet gate to Paris from Gatwick on a Monday morning. Nobody has been arbirtary or cruel and I haven’t had to throw away a perfectly good compliant cabin bag because someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
But there we are. I’m flying EasyJet again. But you learn to be alert. I’ve just checked my bag in, paid a bit more. “You knew I was a snake when you picked me up.” I’ve learned.
One night at home tonight and then a relaxing time in Brighton. I’m really looking forward to switching off and switching out. This work is good and I enjoy it and respond to the pressure positively, but now I’ve learned consumables I’m trying to make sense of downstairs, and part of me wants to start coming in at 5am, as Stephan is very happy with himself for starting at 5, and wants us all to know about it, but it means that he is sending things that shouldn’t leave, and someone comes at 8 to add a box and he shrugs. He did it to me this morning. I got a text at 8 asking me to add a box to the camion leaving at half nine. I left the boys our whip and went in by uber, knowing full well that he would have sent the camion already just because. He had. The earlier the better with traffic, I suspect is his thinking, but if you think the timings are wrong then talk about it rather than sending things early and incomplete otherwise you are basically just not doing your job while being really visible. Which currently is Stephan.
So… as you can see I need to take myself out of it a bit. I became consumables guy in the supply warehouse and Darren became off site guy this week as no Ali with his shameless OCD. At least now I’m good at both off and on. Darren and I are both half jaguar though, with all the edges that brings. We will choose our battles and fight them even if they are stupid battles to fight. We will do three jobs simultaneously and all will be well unless someone comes halfway through and asks what we are doing.
I want to go lie on my back and look at the sky. England weather better behave itself…
AlBarclay 