You know when I started this I intended it to be full of little titbits about the frustrations of my union but every time I went to write something actually controversial, I kept rethinking it and chickened out. For example, the senior union person that told me I shouldn't be the officer in Openreach because I didn't have an engineering background. Erm, good enough for Virgin Media, but not BT? Hmmm. (not to mention I've never been a mechanic, or worked in a stores, or a call centre, or a shop, or a factory......). Reflections of a failed election campaign where one activist was honest enough to say I wasn't an engineer. The fact I represented engineers perfectly well didn't cut any ice at all. Anyway it wasn't going to be personal, in a personal sense and so my blogs in the last couple of weeks have been particularly dull.
However, I'm in this now for good or for evil and as I'm really only talking to myself and doing so because I have no-one else to talk to, I might as well update you on the sorry state of my life. Self-pitying? Moi? Perish the thought!
Conference was awful. Dreadfully ill and never went anywhere all week except out with the fabulous Dave and Imelda to the pizza place next to the hotel and with my bestest colleague Nigel for a Mexican another night, all within a couple of hundred yards of the hotel.
Looking forward to a long weekend of being ill but pampered came to nought when my partner got ill at the end of conference which ended up with him being taken to hospital on Tuesday morning. Lights, sirens, the works. Scary stuff. He's still there and likely to be there for about another week. Didn't get to work Tuesday or Wednesday and had a dreadful falling out with someone who I now acknowledge is not even a colleague, never mind friend or comrade. Not that I was ever under any real illusions, but all the same.
Next week is an important week with lots of decisions to be made and here I am with another chest infection and running to the hospital twice a day. Don't mind that at all, but so tired, I can hardly blog!! Timing just could not be worse as carefully laid plans over many months now seem to be undone and I have no idea what to do. No doubt an answer will emerge.
On a lighter work front have sent my ideas for the PM campaign to communications and hope to get some mock-ups at least next week. Have only had one morning actually in the office so haven't yet actioned any of the motions other than to start the ball rolling on the campaign. Missed the exec (missed in the literal, NOT emotional sense) but am delighted to say that they did the right thing on the 'other company' elections. Much credit to Dan Andrews who worked his socks off convincing his colleagues.
Am terribly worried about my partner and also my sister and my brother and his family for differing reasons not for sharing here. None of us having a good time at the moment but some, I always remember, much worse than the rest of us.
Did I mention we also missed Clapton at the Albert Hall, Rod Stewart at the Liberty Stadium and are going to miss Peter Kay at the O2 on Wednesday as well. To be honest I actually don't care about any of it, just hoping we can get on holiday ok on the 21st but we'll have to wait and see.
Must, must, MUST try and be a) more upbeat and b) more interesting in next blog. So many stories of sexist behaviour or just plain barminess screaming to be told! In the meantime a real high point of the week was this morning when we met BT Fleet over my wee TUPE guy and I am delighted to say I was able to tell him to relax over the weekend. Don't have the letter yet -BTF better not renege or else - but am very, very optimistic we have won that one.
Well campers as I am half way through my bottle of wine and the next glass is calling me from the fridge, must go. Feel better for talking to you, thanks x
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