Fab Foodie
hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
- Location
- Kirton, Devon.
So, I'll spare you the preceeding 24 hours prelude, that's for a seperate thread.
So yesterday into work as per normal for production meeting at 9. Not functioning 100% but about there.
All kinds of brown-stuff hits rotating objects, people are overseas or ill and we had a colleague in for training.
Another non-stop full-on concentration day, just me and the boss, lots of logistics, reformulations, raw material availability issues, tired, stressed, throw an almighty wobbler at the purchasing team for not helping the effort by actiually doing some bloody purchasing for a change, have to leave early to pick up the kids at 3.15.... to go to Paramore gig (YAY, am ageing rocker) at the NEC.
Breath....
Pick-up kids + their mates, hope, freshen, cashpoint, drive, Burger-King on M40 (I know how to live), Paramore gig (Fab!), long queue from car-park, M42 stuffed, have to do milk round in Oxford to drop kids mates off, home at 1 am, set alarm, bed by 1.15....
3.45 alarm, up tea shoot, shave, shower, suit and boot, taxi at 4.15 Heathrow by 5.15, grab coffeee and pain au raisin, Boarding at 5.45 wheels-up 6.20... and breath... short doze en route to Madrid.
Land, Taxi 1 hr late due to rain and accidents on road, race to factory, good trials, nice late lunch in Mall. Back to factory, Taxi (like a mad-man) to airport, security checks bag AGGGGHHHHHH where is my note-book and notes? You know, the book you should never loose... It's at the customers
Feck. Organise customer to TNT sensitive documents (eek). Baguette, beer, flight, taxi from H'row (with a beer), home, cuppa tea, cycle-chat.
Man I'm beat.
Tomorrow's gonna be bedlam too, Friday might chill I hope...
So yesterday into work as per normal for production meeting at 9. Not functioning 100% but about there.
All kinds of brown-stuff hits rotating objects, people are overseas or ill and we had a colleague in for training.
Another non-stop full-on concentration day, just me and the boss, lots of logistics, reformulations, raw material availability issues, tired, stressed, throw an almighty wobbler at the purchasing team for not helping the effort by actiually doing some bloody purchasing for a change, have to leave early to pick up the kids at 3.15.... to go to Paramore gig (YAY, am ageing rocker) at the NEC.
Breath....
Pick-up kids + their mates, hope, freshen, cashpoint, drive, Burger-King on M40 (I know how to live), Paramore gig (Fab!), long queue from car-park, M42 stuffed, have to do milk round in Oxford to drop kids mates off, home at 1 am, set alarm, bed by 1.15....
3.45 alarm, up tea shoot, shave, shower, suit and boot, taxi at 4.15 Heathrow by 5.15, grab coffeee and pain au raisin, Boarding at 5.45 wheels-up 6.20... and breath... short doze en route to Madrid.
Land, Taxi 1 hr late due to rain and accidents on road, race to factory, good trials, nice late lunch in Mall. Back to factory, Taxi (like a mad-man) to airport, security checks bag AGGGGHHHHHH where is my note-book and notes? You know, the book you should never loose... It's at the customers
Feck. Organise customer to TNT sensitive documents (eek). Baguette, beer, flight, taxi from H'row (with a beer), home, cuppa tea, cycle-chat.Man I'm beat.
Tomorrow's gonna be bedlam too, Friday might chill I hope...
