Adulting in One day at a time

I’ve got a chicken curry bubbling along nicely in the slow-cooker. Meals all planned for the week. I was at the supermarket at 6.30am - I absolutely loath supermarket shopping, so going when no-one else is there is a good solution for me.

So tomorrow marks the start of our fifth week out of the office, since the earthquake.. 11% of the CBD is still displaced. We are waiting for a final engineers report, and then presumably a time line to fix whatever is damaged. A lot of businesses (that depend on foot traffic), are really struggling so from that aspect we have been lucky - business is still going well. On top of our regular corporate bookings, a number of our kind hearted long term clients have booked their next years vacations early - helping with our cash flow. The Prime Minister resigned unexpectedly last week, so there are changes a-foot in the corporate world here.

My workmate, the gym bunny, and I are working in the board room of our IT companies office (on the 12th floor). I don’t mind it at all. My opinion of GB has changed a lot though. You may recall that during the first 3 weeks of displacement I worked from home. She had only started a month earlier and wasn’t fully trained so basically had that time off (on full pay). So Thursday night we went to Xmas drinks with our head office. She got horribly drunk, like slurry, weavy, inappropriately drunk. She left at about 8.00pm (it started at 6.00pm). I offered to put her into a taxi, but she said she was fine. Friday morning she was a no show at work. I was thinking she was probably nursing a large hangover, so I waited until 10.00am and then tried calling, both her cell phone and land line. (in the back of my mind I was worried that something had happened to her). No reply. I tried a few times. Finally at 11.30am she picked up her land line. She said “oh yes, I heard the phone ringing and thought it would be you”. She then went on to say that she was feeling unmotivated and low. I was pretty short with her, and told her if she still wanted a job she better get her arse into work (I’m not her superior btw). She finally turned up about 12.30pm. Teary and defiant, and trying to be buddy buddy. I put her straight to work. She chatted away, and let slip that not only was her 23 year old daughter at home with her (and also not picking up the phone), but she HAD let her personal trainer know she wasn’t going in for her session at 7.00am. I am beyond annoyed with her. At the end of the day (we aren’t even working full days at the moment). I let her have it. Basically told her that my loyalty was to my bosses of 7 years and not her. Whilst I am not going to dob her in, I will not cover for her. She had about 5 million excuses, none of which mad any sense for a woman in her mid 50’s. It reminded me of how good life is now I am no longer a Manager.

It’s pouring with rain this morning, it doesn’t feel one bit like summer or nearly Christmas.