I don't like Mon^H^H^H Tuesdays

09:40.41 - Tuesday 17th May 2005   (Link to This Entry)

I haven't actually been into the office for quite a few days now, and I seem to be out of the habit of spring up first thing in a morning, leaping into the bath for a quick soak and then basically flying round the house ready to be out the door at 08:15 sharp. Previously this wasn't a problem at all, but today is shaping up to be a bit of a disaster.

While my bath was running I made my packup, no problem, but once in the bath I kinda forgot I had somewhere to go and stayed in there for about half an hour rather than the customary 15 minutes. I could have made this up easily had I remembered to transfer 2GB of work over to my laptop the night before, but as it turns out I had neglacted to do so.

Windows FileSharing was playing silly buggers so I decided to write the files out to a DVD instead. Nero decided that I didn't have a DVD drive (remember, this is all at the time when I should have been getting into my car, so I was quite panicky) and then decided to cache all the files prior to writing them, so what I thought was the progress bar for writing the disc out... wasn't. Job finished eventually, and I stuffed the CD into the bag and legged it.

Outside, the car stalled, and I had to sit calmly and patiently for a few seconds (all the time screaming inside) before I could try again, since it's a diesel. Got down the the traffic lights which were on red - of course! - and then had to wait two whole minutes for them to change green and allow us to inch forward into the junction, and then turn back to red again so that the oncoming traffic would be forced to stop and we could get through. In a morning it's impossible to get out of that junction turning right without running a red light.

So I bomb it up the motorway trying not to let the speedo dip below 80mph if I can help it, and a bloody lorry driver decides to pull out and overtake not just one, not even two, but three bloody lorries all at once. This on the 2-lane A180 so there's no chance for overtaking. Ten bloody minutes later he notices the long row of cars behind him and pulls in, only to pull back out again after I've (thankfully) passed. The rest of my journey isn't actually too bad and I start making up time.

And finally there's roadworks on a road that has absolutely bloody nothing wrong with it. Instead of two lanes up a hill, there's only one so - you guessed it - I'm stuck behind yet another lorry.

After all the stress and swearing I was only 10 minutes late - tomorrow should be a bit easier!