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At least I slept seven hours straight, from 9.30 to 4.30.
Had barely arrived at work when Gerald called: he played tennis yesterday and now his prolapsed disc has become virulent again.
OK, I don't wish that kind of pain on anybody, not even Gerald. Nor the anxiety that comes with the situation -- treatment here or is it bad enough so he'll have to be transported to Austria? Operation? etc. etc. -- but I admit to being more than slightly pissed-off.
If you know that your spine is nothing but trouble, has, in fact, been nothing but trouble for years, why on earth don't you *do* something about it? Surgery is, of course, the last resort. But there's massages, and the right kind of exercise that strengthens the relevant muscles. What you certainly don't do is play tennis, a sport that requires you to move in leaps and bounds, twist from the waist, and abruptly change direction. I know what it means when you love to play but can't, really, because I've experienced it myself. Which makes me all the more pissed-off at his stupid, irresponsible behaviour -- while he certainly has to bear most of the consequences in the form of pain and anxiety, I have to take over his workload (for who-knows-how long, too) and can forget any plans I was hatching re. a day off work, whether legal or illegal.
God, I could *hit* the bastard. Not least because I had to cancel tomorrow's massage. Bugger him with a rusty pipe.
And, because there's more to rant about than just Gerald: the prices for flight tickets are crazy! For Vienna - Skopje - Vienna in September, without a Saturday in between, I pay € 856! OK, the ministry is going to pay half of it (going to Vienna by car, and then back to Skopje by plane, is my own private business, and rightly so) but still -- given the increasing number of short business trips, keeping the old Saturday rule is just insane. Which goes to show that companies absolutely don't care about travel expenses, because if they did, I'm sure they could bring sufficient pressure to bear on airlines to abandon that stupid rule. Well, there's nothing to be done, and I knew anyway that separating the transport of Critters and household was going to be expensive.
Speaking of transport, offers from the movers have arrived -- we have to submit three -- and the company I want sent the cheapest one, if only by about € 100. I already forwarded them to Vienna and expect authorization within the next few days.
So the logistics framework stands. *wipes brow*
Which makes me think: Irene's move is being done by the same company. This means that I could ask them to take a few items to Vienna for me already now -- it wouldn't be a problem for them, since we live in the same building both here and in Vienna. I'm thinking of the small stereo into which I can plug the iPod, a few towels, a couple of bath mats, and some other things, which it would be nice not to have to transport by car. Wow. That's a *really* good idea.
*pats self on shoulder*
Now back to work, because today I've actually got work to do.
Had barely arrived at work when Gerald called: he played tennis yesterday and now his prolapsed disc has become virulent again.
OK, I don't wish that kind of pain on anybody, not even Gerald. Nor the anxiety that comes with the situation -- treatment here or is it bad enough so he'll have to be transported to Austria? Operation? etc. etc. -- but I admit to being more than slightly pissed-off.
If you know that your spine is nothing but trouble, has, in fact, been nothing but trouble for years, why on earth don't you *do* something about it? Surgery is, of course, the last resort. But there's massages, and the right kind of exercise that strengthens the relevant muscles. What you certainly don't do is play tennis, a sport that requires you to move in leaps and bounds, twist from the waist, and abruptly change direction. I know what it means when you love to play but can't, really, because I've experienced it myself. Which makes me all the more pissed-off at his stupid, irresponsible behaviour -- while he certainly has to bear most of the consequences in the form of pain and anxiety, I have to take over his workload (for who-knows-how long, too) and can forget any plans I was hatching re. a day off work, whether legal or illegal.
God, I could *hit* the bastard. Not least because I had to cancel tomorrow's massage. Bugger him with a rusty pipe.
And, because there's more to rant about than just Gerald: the prices for flight tickets are crazy! For Vienna - Skopje - Vienna in September, without a Saturday in between, I pay € 856! OK, the ministry is going to pay half of it (going to Vienna by car, and then back to Skopje by plane, is my own private business, and rightly so) but still -- given the increasing number of short business trips, keeping the old Saturday rule is just insane. Which goes to show that companies absolutely don't care about travel expenses, because if they did, I'm sure they could bring sufficient pressure to bear on airlines to abandon that stupid rule. Well, there's nothing to be done, and I knew anyway that separating the transport of Critters and household was going to be expensive.
Speaking of transport, offers from the movers have arrived -- we have to submit three -- and the company I want sent the cheapest one, if only by about € 100. I already forwarded them to Vienna and expect authorization within the next few days.
So the logistics framework stands. *wipes brow*
Which makes me think: Irene's move is being done by the same company. This means that I could ask them to take a few items to Vienna for me already now -- it wouldn't be a problem for them, since we live in the same building both here and in Vienna. I'm thinking of the small stereo into which I can plug the iPod, a few towels, a couple of bath mats, and some other things, which it would be nice not to have to transport by car. Wow. That's a *really* good idea.
*pats self on shoulder*
Now back to work, because today I've actually got work to do.
