Friday, 18 November 2016. Cheltenham, UoG Park Campus
I’ve been a little out of sorts in the past few days, had a slight pain in my chest. This now means I’m a little irritable and short(er) of temper. How that’ll affect things, I don’t know.
What I do know is that I’ve been pretty lackadaisical with work, down to whatever the hell is wrong with me. This means that, come the meeting, I’ve got a little bit of apologising to do.
This is one of those weeks where I’ve got little to deliver back, but perhaps a lot to contribute to the overall discussion. My contract has been ready for review for a while, minus one clause which I’m struggling to write up. It’s simply a case of getting it approved and signed.
This is where I feel the first cracks are starting to appear. I know, it’s a really heavy document to read and not everyone wants to go through it, but it’s important. It seems like no one has looked through it of their own accord, which, while I don’t want plaudits for it, it would be nice for someone to check it over, clear it and get it approved. It’s starting to drag out a bit.
Then it’s on to social media and website stuff. While I’m not massively involved in the design of that, it’s starting to become apparent that there’s an element of shouting louder coming in. I’m not the easiest person to work with, but I know when to pick my battles. It seems that myself and a few others are being shouted down on everything. This is hugely frustrating, but before I can try and say my piece, I’m out of there. Why? Well...
Yep, that pain I’ve been feeling, it’s a crack. Caused by a casual game of football. Well fuck! I’ll have to catch up with the minutes and try to keep my cool in the group chats.