Woke up with a splitting headache which matches the dour conditions prevailing outside this morning. Fog but no rain yet but the weather forecast isn’t promising although tomorrow is supposed to be a good day.
Linda was up early making scones for morning tea at OTS and I couldn’t get back to sleep despite my best efforts. Once I’m awake in the mornings I have difficulty switching off again and it is a waste of time just lying in bed. Wanted to have a bit of a sleep in to try to clear my head but it wasn’t to be.
Linda’s car needed petrol so she decided to take our other car instead and I needed to run Monique to school in Queanbeyan as a result.
I could snigger but I have done the same thing myself when my car is low on fuel and it is a nightmare filling up at our local station in the middle of the rush hour. So I don’t blame her for that although I could have done without the drive to over the border.
It was one of those mornings when a lot of my fellow travellers seemed to want to hitch a ride in the tray of my little ute. I don’t know how it is in other places but Canberrans seem to want to drive as close as they can to the rear bumper of the car in front. Perhaps these people are sure they can stop in time in the event that the traffic comes to a sudden halt but I’ve never had such confidence in my driving ability and try to keep my distance although I’m sure there are times that I too do the silly things.
My little Proton ute isn’t very quick off the mark at roundabouts and traffic lights, a bit like me in a half mile handicap on the track, so there is usually someone, most likely in a Holden ute or Commodore who seems intent on getting to know you better by trying to sit in the front seat with you! I had my little car pretty wound up today in a few spots, going a little harder and revving a little higher than usual in order to take on the road bullies so I hope she is having a good old rest out in the driveway at the moment in readiness for our future travels. Things are a little calmer on the drive to work later in the afternoon than they are in the mornings.
It is a long weekend in Canberra, celebrating Canberra Day, the founding of our city, the National Capital for anyone reading from overseas.
It’s fair to say I am looking forward to it. The weekends go so quickly and you are back at work on Monday before you know it so an extra 24 hours is a relief and a comfort.
It’s been a nightmare at work this week. As most will know, there is terrible flooding across central western NSW and in the Riverina so mail deliveries amongst other things have taken a hit. No mail is getting through at all and I daresay won’t be getting through until the water recedes.
Wagga Wagga mail centre is in the north of the town and has been under water for a week so I doubt it will be operable straight away.
We have been taking a lot of mail for Wagga and doing their work for them which has put a lot of strain on our operations as obviously we have to try to fit that work in around our own and there is not enough staff to go around.
We are sorting the mail to it’s termination point thus eliminating Wagga’s role in processing but of course until the roads in the Riverina are open again the mail we sort will sit in Canberra. While I can see some logic in it I feel it may be better to let Wagga sort it out when they are operable again and just put overtime on until it’s done. Seems to be a lot of pressure on us to get mail sorted that won’t be delivered for days. But I’m not a manager nor am I privvy to the bigger picture so perhaps I am wrong in my analysis.
So, I will be happy to get through the day, through the micro-managing of our fearless leader. The glum faces of my friends, looking into the future and seeing no way out of the conundrum that we all face in regards to our employment,will greet me and the endless crush of the mail and the ceaseless noise of machinery, whining and whistling and ringing all through the evening will drive me to distraction. Just the end of another week at the Canberra Mail Centre. Roll on the long weekend.
Linda was up early making scones for morning tea at OTS and I couldn’t get back to sleep despite my best efforts. Once I’m awake in the mornings I have difficulty switching off again and it is a waste of time just lying in bed. Wanted to have a bit of a sleep in to try to clear my head but it wasn’t to be.
Linda’s car needed petrol so she decided to take our other car instead and I needed to run Monique to school in Queanbeyan as a result.
I could snigger but I have done the same thing myself when my car is low on fuel and it is a nightmare filling up at our local station in the middle of the rush hour. So I don’t blame her for that although I could have done without the drive to over the border.
It was one of those mornings when a lot of my fellow travellers seemed to want to hitch a ride in the tray of my little ute. I don’t know how it is in other places but Canberrans seem to want to drive as close as they can to the rear bumper of the car in front. Perhaps these people are sure they can stop in time in the event that the traffic comes to a sudden halt but I’ve never had such confidence in my driving ability and try to keep my distance although I’m sure there are times that I too do the silly things.
My little Proton ute isn’t very quick off the mark at roundabouts and traffic lights, a bit like me in a half mile handicap on the track, so there is usually someone, most likely in a Holden ute or Commodore who seems intent on getting to know you better by trying to sit in the front seat with you! I had my little car pretty wound up today in a few spots, going a little harder and revving a little higher than usual in order to take on the road bullies so I hope she is having a good old rest out in the driveway at the moment in readiness for our future travels. Things are a little calmer on the drive to work later in the afternoon than they are in the mornings.
It is a long weekend in Canberra, celebrating Canberra Day, the founding of our city, the National Capital for anyone reading from overseas.
It’s fair to say I am looking forward to it. The weekends go so quickly and you are back at work on Monday before you know it so an extra 24 hours is a relief and a comfort.
It’s been a nightmare at work this week. As most will know, there is terrible flooding across central western NSW and in the Riverina so mail deliveries amongst other things have taken a hit. No mail is getting through at all and I daresay won’t be getting through until the water recedes.
Wagga Wagga mail centre is in the north of the town and has been under water for a week so I doubt it will be operable straight away.
We have been taking a lot of mail for Wagga and doing their work for them which has put a lot of strain on our operations as obviously we have to try to fit that work in around our own and there is not enough staff to go around.
We are sorting the mail to it’s termination point thus eliminating Wagga’s role in processing but of course until the roads in the Riverina are open again the mail we sort will sit in Canberra. While I can see some logic in it I feel it may be better to let Wagga sort it out when they are operable again and just put overtime on until it’s done. Seems to be a lot of pressure on us to get mail sorted that won’t be delivered for days. But I’m not a manager nor am I privvy to the bigger picture so perhaps I am wrong in my analysis.
So, I will be happy to get through the day, through the micro-managing of our fearless leader. The glum faces of my friends, looking into the future and seeing no way out of the conundrum that we all face in regards to our employment,will greet me and the endless crush of the mail and the ceaseless noise of machinery, whining and whistling and ringing all through the evening will drive me to distraction. Just the end of another week at the Canberra Mail Centre. Roll on the long weekend.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 