Fed up now...

[DaveB]

Morning.

Dark oneside, sunny the other.

Dry.

Cool.

Train on time. Class 150. On a Monday too.

Hill steep.

Monday.

Om.

Bullet for Sir?

[DaveB]

Ah. Must have confused them with cats. Easily done.

Ours positively enjoys getting wet in the rain and will go and sit in the middle of the lawn during a downpour.

He then comes in and ambushes us by chirping for attention, which results in an absent minded hand being lowered to cat height to provide fuss, followed by cries of anguish as it meets sodden fur.

He also enjoys being toweled off vigorously before going back out in it again...

[WTFH]

The murrain of beasts has arrived.

Deep joy.

And if you think a wet hen gets a bit irritated, just imagine what a wet parrot is like.

Wet hens don't get irritated, they just look like drowned rats until they dry up.

[LondonManc]

Started new gig, working away from home so already bit fed up with that.

Netflix is your friend.

First week, I find out that contractors can't use the company car park so have to endure a trip in on the shuttle bus or a 25 min walk from some dodgy town centre car park.

Splendid - good for IR35

Second week, I find out that the 'flexible hours' referred to in the interview mean core hours of 10-12 and 2-4, so no early departure is permitted on a Friday. This makes me even more fed up.

No WFH either? Ho hum, suck it up. I treat early darts and WFH as a bonus when I'm working away.

Third week, a gaggle of Bobs move in the office and I'm railed by a chorus of coughs, snorts and sniffles as they adjust to our climate and/or the air conditioning. As someone who struggles with misophonia, this has set my teeth well and truly on edge.

Every instinct is telling me to walk but I'm trying to keep my professional head on and just endure until the end date.

Lovely. It's the snotty snorts that I really hate. I hand them a pack of tissues (which they seem to think should be used for blocking the toilets).

[westtester]

Started new gig, working away from home so already bit fed up with that.

First week, I find out that contractors can't use the company car park so have to endure a trip in on the shuttle bus or a 25 min walk from some dodgy town centre car park.

Second week, I find out that the 'flexible hours' referred to in the interview mean core hours of 10-12 and 2-4, so no early departure is permitted on a Friday. This makes me even more fed up.

Third week, a gaggle of Bobs move in the office and I'm railed by a chorus of coughs, snorts and sniffles as they adjust to our climate and/or the air conditioning. As someone who struggles with misophonia, this has set my teeth well and truly on edge.

Every instinct is telling me to walk but I'm trying to keep my professional head on and just endure until the end date.

[Wilmslow]

Been sent to a room with 10 desks but nobody else is in the room - I am in solitary confinement for the duration.

[northernladuk]

Rain forecast for later.

I take it that didn't happen?

[DaveB]

Hot.

Dry.

Horrid.

I thought that's how you Lizards liked it?

Shouldn't you be out basking in it or something?

[fullyautomatix]

Dull, Dreary and Depressing in Sunny Kent.

[Bee]

...and now, I'm going to the beach.