Monday, Oct. 26, 2009 - 22:46

If I start blethering on excessively about the fact I've had a bit of a shitty day at work (returning after a week off to find the jobs I left for people have been fucked up, and my bosses have come up with a whole new raft of cosmetic changes which'll improve nothing but will take up fuckloads of my time), please feel free to slap me and call me a miserable cnut - because I had a very nice relaxing enjoyable weekend.

Spent Friday to Sunday at my best mate's, with him and his dear lady wife and my adorable two and a half year old God-daughter. Nothing like the company of good friends and childish innocence and amazingness to raise one's spirits!

Journey cross-country Friday morning was a bit crowded and long, but pleasant enough, with attractively sunlit scenery, a Dean Koontz novel and Glasvegas on the ol' iPod all distracting me from the fact there were chavs and their kids nearby, my legs were going to sleep, and I was finding it difficult not to stare at the woman across the aisle who had a gammy eye.

Had a wander round Cambridge when I got there - usual impressions of the place in that it's a nice looking place with lots of good looking young people and non-young architecture, but it does suffer a bit from feeling not quite natural in it's ambulance, and having too many fucktards on bikes.

Had lunch (steak and mushroom pie) in the same pub that I visited before, because I knew the grub was excellent and the barmaids attractive. There they were playing a nice mix of tunes, including (and now LISTENING TO:- because of having heard it in the pub) Pink 'Please Don't Leave Me'.

Wandered over to my mates via a couple of stops to buy wine and sit in the park reading my novel (in order not to arrive too early and impose on my mate's wife). There we had coffee and a catch up, played with the God-daughter - very adorable, and passed the early evening in pleasant stylee. After my mate got back from work, the evening was spent with dinner, conversation, TV and xbox.

Saturday we all went for a stroll into town, had coffee and cake, ran about in the play park, came back to the house for cheese sarnies, play, 'The Rescuers', then out for a run about in the local park (where there was a man playing with himself.. thankfully only in a footballing sense). In the evening there was takeaway curry, the Liam Neeson film 'Taken' (which was really quite bad, as the suspension of disbelief was too much for me.. silly accents too).

On Sunday we popped into town for coffee and cake again, then chilled out after gingerbread men and pizza for lunch. In the afternoon I caught the train back having had a very enjoyable weekend (even free from the self-doubt and envy that sometimes pricks me). My God-daughter is very cute.. she said "Thank you for playing with me." when I was saying my goodbyes, muchly sweet.

Today back at work wasn't good, as I mentioned. I'm in a hard situation w.r.t. some of my bosses being imminantly about to realise I'm behind in some stuff they assumed I'd done, which is partly why they've been throwing extra stuff my way. I just feel underappreciated and over-worked, but that's true for most people in the world, I guess! I've also got to speak to a couple of the lab staff who did a favour for me last week but fucked half of it up completely - hence I've got to not appear ungrateful despite telling them where they went wrong and that I'll have to repeat all the shit they FUBAR-ed.