It feels like it has been a long week. Can't cope with this working 5 days a week lark. Wouldn’t part-time be great?! I need a kid, perhaps I need to add this new reasoning for part time work into my justification to have a child. 10 hours a day is tough going!! There aren't many opportunities for breaks at work (well there is but not if you really do have stuff to do!) and with the lunch being pretty rank most days like the dodgy soup made from the previous weeks leftovers and seasoned to the point where every different soup tastes the same as the last. The offer for lunch mid week was then a very welcome treat to escape from the office for a chat. Little did I know I was then going to be dragged around the shops looking for ski jackets and he thinking I may be able to select something nice. I don’t think he thought I was particularly helpful when the one jacket to attract me was a fluorescent yellow thing that looked spookily similar to something the office fire marshal would wear. OK it was a bit off the wall but at least if he got caught in an avalanche he would have a greater chance of being found! Got to think practically about these things. Still the bonus of my ski jacket selections meant we only needed to search for 10 minutes before he got bored and we could leave. Job done!

So I am not sure how I got caught up in this, but last week I was volunteered to appear in our company magazine for what has to be one the cheesiest and embarrassing articles it has possibly ever presented. Apparently I am considered to be a technical geek, though in reality know very little about technology, I just have a teensy interest in it. Working for a mobile company is great in that I can be geeky without generally standing out like a sore thumb. That was until the same man that took for me for lunch, who gave me my new phone, who volunteered me for this stupid article, who offered me champagne... made me agree to do it. Well how bad can it be I thought?

I got the call yesterday to say the copywriter and photographer were running a few minutes late and that they would swing by my desk and pick me up shortly. I said “no that’s fine, I will come to you, where are you?” She told me and said she will call me when they are ready and I can go upstairs to the office. “Great, see you then.” Being the very shy person I am (!), the last thing I wanted was any of my colleagues to know what I was doing, hence the secrecy I pleaded. 10 minutes later a group of the little buggers walk over to my desk looking all official, whilst the git of a man that put me up for this wanted nothing more than to embarrass me. He so owes me one, now bloody everyone in my team knows, just what I wanted!

I went upstairs expecting something really unofficial, a little digital camera, one snap, and a chat with the copywriter putting together my little article. No, that’s not what I faced. 2 photographers with lots of equipment and the umbrella things, the copy writer and various people wandering in and out and peering through the door whilst I stand there like a complete muppett posing in various odd positions with my mobile whilst the paparazzi snap away. I looked ridiculous and the article is ridiculous. I have requested some serious air brushing and a proof read before any of this goes live. I hate this kind of stuff, I am happy to be in the background and un-noticed with no one looking at me, being in a company magazine does not do anything for me. I might see if I can scrounge another phone for doing this one though!

So trauma over yesterday from my embarrassing parade, it was Friday, thank God. Friday is the one night that I always have dinner out with my husband. He leaves work dead on time and I have make sure I home before him or I get a bollocking. Whatever. As normal we went out, had a lovely meal and returned home to relax only to find that there had been a cat massacre in our house and the hallway now had a ready made fur carpet. Our cats were traumatised and the cat flap was totally busted leaving a gaping and very windy hole in the kitchen door. Examination of the cats meant that another expensive trip to the vets could be avoided and is safe to assume the rogue cat that had rudely entered our house to claim territory was greeted unexpectedly by 5 monsters which tore him to shreads. OK, I don’t know they tore the cat to shreads, but it certainly must have come off much worse looking at the amount of fur it had deposited and the fact that my cats are really hard! Well I don’t think we will be seeing the cat around for a few more days but when it does he better bring the boys along!