At Home

Today, there’s supposed to be two places that I’m at. Only I’m not actually at either of them.

First of all, there’s the usual – I’m supposed to be at work.

Secondly, I’m supposed to be on a course in London betwen now and Wednesday. A course that’s utterly irrelevant to what I do, and that I don’t even understand (and no-one at work has been able to explain) why it’s deemed necessary to be on it.

The other part of it for the course is that, due to it being in London, I’m supposed to be staying in a hotel – I don’t fancy leaving home at 5.30am in order to get the train down there to be at the course for 9am, nor leaving at 6ish and not getting home ’til 8.30 or 9pm. Only work hasn’t been able to confirm that I’d be paid back for my expenses on staying in a hotel. Nothing from HR, from my department, or the manager. “Probably” was about the closest they’d come to an answer.

So in short, fuck that. I’ve got better things to do with my life that screwing about with possibly getting paid back for staying in a hotel in order to take part in a useless course with no relevance whatsoever to my work.

As for normal work – for once I got up and simply couldn’t be chuffed to go in. It’s not often I have days like that – but today is definitely one of them.