Oh, don't get yer knicker's in a twist--I'm not picking on Mr Davies...

I had just read something about him, and I felt the need to do a blog post about my thoughts, as I was reading. Mind you, I didn't want to be reading..or doing much else, for that matter, no help for it, I'm afraid.

Tho' I wanted dearly just to dive back into bed and wallow in the misery of my sickdom, I had to stay up, because some meathead at the office forgot to turn the answering machine on, so I could just call in sick and be done with it. I had to wait until half past one (the office doesn't open 'till 1.30pm, on Sundays). Then I ring up the supervisor--mine must be out sick, as it's the Saturday supervisor that's there...I tell her I'll come in on Friday to make up my hours--only to be told that I'm already scheduled to work Friday night (Friday is one of my "new" days off on my most recent schedule)---okay, WHEN were they planning on cluing me in on my most recent scheduling change--next week? As it stood on Thursday, my most recent schedule was Sun through Thurs--days. Now, I'm back on nights??? And no one bothers to tell me this??? Oh yeah, this is marvelous. Now I have to wait 'till my own supervisor gets back to work, to find out what the hell hours I'm working this week! I work for a "communications" company--that doesn't blinking communicate! I don't mind a changeable schedule, I mean, it's not like I have a life, anymore... ;) But, I wish the office would wake up and smell the coffee and realize, at least as far as I know, that we are are not physic!

Think I'm not sick? Ha! I just went in the kitchen a while ago, to to put the kettle on for tea--and made coffee instead! This, by the way, involves me getting out my blue metal enamel "butch" Adirondack coffee pot, putting the water in, dumping in the grounds, placing the big heavy thing on the cooker, etc...and I didn't even notice, till I got back into the living room! Yeah, think calling in sick was a very good idea, today.

Anyway, getting back to the subject of this post...

Anyway, someone e-mail me a few links to Doctor Who-related interviews. I needed to kill some time, so I checked one out. A Russell T. Davies interview.

Anyway, the interviewer was on about the fact that the man had not had a holiday in three years, like it was this awful thing. Yeah, right. He makes millions, is doing a job he loves...poor man.

I've not had a holiday--of any shape or kind--since January of 2004--it was one helluva holiday, I will say--two weeks in Egypt with my college group--but I came home--with a bad case of traveler's sickness two weeks on (lost 20 pounds in 2 weeks), and also to my dad's dying and frozen solid--and broken-- water pipes, my mum in hospital, and the cat's not having been fed or watered in 3 days, and the fact that someone had stolen 3000 out of the 3500 dollars I had in my savings account, at the time!

Someone just try and tell me there's no such thing as Egyptian curses.

And, not going to have any holidays, very likely, for years to come, if ever again. Not complaining--I've had four good holidays in my 46 years, and that's more than a lot of people can say, as well I know.

So, forgive me if I don't feel terribly sorry for Mr. Davies not having a holiday. Personally, I think he's one of the luckiest men on the planet, myself.