Working…

Working… Normally Friday is my “skive hard, play hard” day, where just enough work is done to tick-over; Friday however chose to follow the rest of this week in being an incredible PITA (Pain In The Arse) in terms of the quantity of work required. The net effect of the PITA is that I had NO time today to do fuck all else, and this makes me sad. Combined with the sad is the fact my back is aching like a bitch today and the MEGA-MASSIVE cat-scram on my left forearm is a sore little bitch.

Mind, it’s not all bad. Just got paid – the usual amount – nothing extra, but have had to shell out a shitload on the annual domain renewals. Sorted for the next two years though, four in some instances, still if it were not for my other massive payout I’d be very skint this month. Talking of domains, I’ve registered two of my ‘reserved’ .uk domains today – If you hold a .co.uk domain, the .uk ones are currently reserved for you, however you have to register the new one with your existing registrar, which is a PITA all in itself. Mind, cheaper than one might think when using 123-reg.com.

You know, I didn’t have time to record anything yesterday, or maybe the day before as well, I really can’t remember – the brain is truly fried, feel like I’ve been through the wringer this week. Seems life all work and no play at the moment 🙁 Nothing of note happened for the last couple of days anyhow – Just continuing to wait for the actual money from the payout to be paid into my account, deciding on what and whom to spend it on, and of course working.

Managed to squeeze in an Indian take-out last night, seems like weeks since I’d had a decent curry – was absolutely gagging for one! Ended up with a Chicken Chilli Masala from the Taste Of Bengal in Pontypridd – wow, I fucking love those things 🙂

Going back to the subject of the payout money, I’ve decided, or should I say We have decided (I don’t make such choices without my Wife – always a good decision!) that I’m going to clear my main credit card, a little of a secondary one, plus my bank loan and catalogue; then give some to the Ginger Son, 1K to my Wife to spend as she sees fit and some to cover expenses for her car which has to have some maintenance performed, plus a new car-radio. With the rest of the money, I’m going to get a few ‘toys’ for myself, have some nice time eating out with my Wife, and a couple of small breaks starting in April Next year.

With regard the developing situations in work – The H/W provisioning has been outsourced to HP, had the training on how to deal with HP this afternoon, as I keep a certain amount of stock on site to aid in the break-fix process within my buildings. Seems straight forward enough, and I can only hope it remains so, for I’m sure we (All the desktop Engineers) will eventually be outsourced to HP. I know when this happens, after 2 years we’ll lose all of our current terms and conditions; straight away we’ll lose our company perks, but I might get a pay-rise out of it, or something. Not looking on it ass a bad thing, at the moment at least.

Working some overtime this weekend, supporting a bunch of users rolled out to the new system, only doing 4 hours tomorrow. Didn’t really want to, but it’s kind of playing the game – if I don’t take the o/t when available, then it might not be in the future – still can’t sniff at £101 after tax for 4 hours work.

Windfall

The close of Monday brought a very fucking nice letter from the bank, in a few weeks I’m going to be very well off, will be able to pay off some debts, get a few things here and there, and maybe a short holiday as well. I was kinda numb from the shock of the letter, kinda like I’d taken a step backwards, out of my skull!

I’m continually shocked by the numbers, by numbers I mean the amounts which are zipped around and “boom”, just like that, over half of my debts will be cancelled out. It’ll alter my long term plans somewhat. I did plan to eventually take redundancy from my job, knowing the payment would clear my debts outright and I’d be able to take a job of my choosing without having to worry too much about the pay. Saying that, I’ve some insurance, which means if I do get forced into redundancy, I get a grand a month for up to twelve months.

At this rate though I’ll be clear in a few years anyhow, and I speculate that the job will last at least another two or three years at least.

Anyhow, the events of Monday were boring, the end went boom, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing. Don’t know how I’m going to concentrate today, I’m off to the Reading office with my colleague, Chris.