Third attempt to blog about something nice

This day has gone pear-shaped. And it started out so well. Queenie woke this morning all refreshed instead of feeling like a dog’s dinner as usual, and pottered quietly for an hour like she needs to in order to face the day. And then murmured to Himself for a bit while she had her coffee outside in the sun.

Yes, outside in the sun. It hit thirteen degrees today. It felt like twenty five.

Then she got dressed and put on a jacket and sauntered into work and was too hot when she got there.

And then the government had a really, really bad day. And some of it was partly her fault. And she talked to yet another senior civil servant who joked about her being in a big office in a few months. Wondered whether we sit around trying to decide what jobs we’ll have when we win the election.

Like we have time.

Queenie only remembers one conversation like that, and it was more about which of us would actually get to keep a job, rather than corner offices being divvied out by the fall of a pair of orange dice.

Funny how all the senior CSs are sucking up already and the junior ones are getting rattier and ruder by the day.

Not really. Cream rises to the top, doesn’t it?

Christ on a bicycle, Queenie has just spent twenty minutes writing nasty texts and deleting them. She must be getting her period. Of course, there’s a big eclipse today as well.

That’s probably it.

Yeah, so the day went fairly well until about 3.30 and then it was just too nice to be in the office, so Queenie sat in the office staring out at the sun on the harbour, mesmerised by the little silver quickenings on the crests of the waves.

Tick. Tock. Piles and piles of work to do and no inclination to do any of it till 4.45, which meant she had to stay late.

Then off down the library for the ESL class. Which is driving her crazy now. It’s just too much on top of a day in the Office of Being Prepared for Every Eventuality, those Eventualities being the Subject of much Discussion and Change on a Daily Basis, without any Sign of the Pile of Said Eventualities being Reduced in Order to Affect Some Order.

Ever.

Definitely pre-menstrual. Queenie always Capitalises far too much when she’s pre-menstrual.

Then after she got out of class, she decided to hang around town so she went for a burger, which is still sitting half-way down her oesophagus.

And so to this evening’s original post

Queenie should just give up and go to bed.

But she’s had too much coffee so she’ll be wide awake until three this morning.

And Himself has either switched the phone off (which is against the Rules), or gone to a friend’s house that’s not within range of the tower (which is against the spirit of the Rules).

The fish are still excitedly examining every inch of their clean bowl.

Some days, Queenie wishes she were a goldfish. Instead of just feeling like she’s one.