I have my own acronym about work. FFS, leave me alone to do my job.
Yes, I am in a bad mood. It happens every so often that I suffer from back pain, usually brought on by a combination of things, so far as I can tell. It is the typical lower back pain at the base of my spine and it has gone on for over a week now. No doubt it is related to sitting for long periods at work, but something does set it off, and I suppose I am not good at not doing things that aggravate it, such as washing and changing my bedding. Bending to pump water from the air con drip tray. I thought I was nearly ok, but then last night at midnight, I woke up in terrible pain and eventually found a very unnatural sleeping position for me, on my left side, that stopped the pain. It will heal. At R's behest, I began taking Voltaren Rapid 25, which do seem to help. But I worry that if they kill the pain, then I will do things that will further aggravate my back and not feel the pain that would tell me to stop.
In the bigger picture of life and the tragedies around the world, and worries closer to home like a missing Angel, a little back pain is neither here nor there, but it does reduce my tolerance of the bureaucratic nonsense in my workplace. Also at work, apparently as a result of the Amenities Committee fighting with the Social Club, the Christmas in July dinner dance has been cancelled. I had no intention of going anyway. You can tell I work with a lot of people from the subcontinent when they organise a dinner dance. Actually, I remember such occasions from my childhood and they were great events. Now what was the difference between a dinner dance and a supper dance?
Good to add photos to a post. Here are a couple taken at work.
Red is such a problematic colour when exposed to the elements. The world is full of cars with fading red paintwork.
If you are a blogger and a nazi spelling and grammar type, then be aware, I will be wathching your every word. You will make an error one day and I won't say mention it but I will feel some self satisffaction. So, he/she is not perfect after all. Nevertheless, I expect professionals to be professional and I have no tolerance for errors in professional publications. Would you trust the financial organisation that produced this poster? (in actual fact, credit unions are so highly regulated, they are probably the most trustworthy of our financial institutions, and they are community based).
R tells me to give up work, but given I won't get a pension for another seven plus years, I worry so much that I don't have enough money to support myself until then, and even if I do, maybe there will be no spare money left over to supplement my pension. While we don't go without and do spend on holidays, our lives are quite modest in comparison to some people's. Because I have always worked, I have never had to worry big time about money, but if I give up work, is that when the worry begins?