Monday

Nry! Monday. What is there to say?

I don't want to do what I do anymore.

Boris rang me in a panic about the 8 weeks leave I am taking. 

She'd just seen my leave application. (Not sure how, now I think about it) The Big Poo is my leave authoriser, and he hasn't approved it yet, so who knows if I am going on leave, anyway. (I guess The Big Poo would have to have told her)

Oh yes, I know, shake of the head, is this the most interesting thing I have to talk about? Seriously. Where did my life go so wrong, I ask you?

"You've taken 8 weeks leave."

"Yes, I know, you guys told me to."

"It starts next Monday?"

"Yes, yes it does."

"I don't think we have enough time to get across everything."

"I think we will."

"Could you delay it for a week."

"I've nearly finished an extensive summary on everything you need to know."

"We only have 3 days, actually, less than 3 days."

"Wait until you read my summary, and if you think we need more time, I can work Monday."

"Oh, um, okay, sure."

I don't want to delay my holidays now that I have decided to take them. I'm ready for them now. I changed my mind about them almost instantly once I had applied for them. I don't want to delay now.