Back to the grind and my 20th century Germinal life ... well, almost ... without the "gwann dun to t'mine" and the boiled-potato-soup-for-dinner part.

I've just discovered today that the contract that has to be absolutely billed by next monday (30 odd people to train) is not being payed for by the company itself.

It's going to be paid for by a tiers payeur *shock horror*

For our intervention to be accepted, at least three hours of training must take place this year. I now have three days to arrange things and i've got trainers off on holidays.

Stressed ? Moi ?

You betch yo ass !!!!!!!!!!

Not "that" much, but i must find one person who is free to come in.

One person who just doesn't want to be at home between now and new years day.

One person who's had enough of turkey and familly bickering.

One person who wants to embark on a potentially life changing "thing".


I'm not a praying man; but i've taken out the old tattered rug and have placed it facing in an east-south-east direction and will be on all fours, with my arse in the air, five times a day, hoping that some divine intervention will save my .. heuuummm ... bacon *winces slightly*

...

As for my Christmas - no i didn't go to help out the least fortunate (i'm kicking myself and am really full of remorse as i've been saying since the summer that i really wanted to do something usefull this year) - i stayed at home.

My boss went to help out in a foodhall on the 23rd and 24th (i wasn't aware that she was going; if i had been, then i would have gone with her - all of which adds to the guilt trip).

Boy Idiot is off - he doesn't even celebrate Christmas. All day he's been sending us photoshopped photos of himself on sunny beaches surrounded by luscious lovelys and cocktail glasses in various stages of emptyness (very funny given that he doesn't drink).. i sent him back a snarky mail asking about his tennis girly crush to which i've had, unsurprisingly, no reply.

As for tomorrow .. who knows and who cares.