Aren’t last days at work before holiday great!

I know, shocking, two posts in two days! I’m as amazed as you are!

Right now, I am in official ‘killing time’ mode till 5pm this evening.  Frankly this week holiday couldn’t come at a better time.

See, next week is a little thing called Customer Services Week.  Personally I neither enjoy, nor am proud to work in Customer Services because it is largely a repetative and thankless task; aka mind numbing.

In the run up to Customer Services Week, we (when I say ‘we’ I mean a collective department, although I have largely avoided helping set up) have been putting together some displays to show what we do and how we do it this week.  The idea is that a few members of the team are going on a ‘tour’ of the other sites to show the department off.

Not so bad you may think, and in principal it’s a good idea.  However, when that preparation happens during a time that you are already in arrears with the workload by a good few days, that almost half the team will not be available next week to do that workload due to said CS Week, it becomes a bloody awful idea.

Quite how it takes three people three days to set up two sodding display boards with cut outs and laminates I’ll never know!

Anyway, I don’t care for next week.  Or longer term.  Put it this way, the job paper is being purchased weekly.

A week in the…….cold?

Tomorrow, Friday 27th, I’ll be finishing work for a weeks holiday.  More importantly, my wife finished work tomorrow to begin maternity leave!

Cue me realising that we really are knocking into ‘it can come at any time’ mode.  Next week will eb really nice though as we’re planning to do not a lot, and loads of stuff at the same time as it is theoretically our last week as a couple.

It got me thinking about all those things that will become difficult, or neigh on impossible, to do post-birth.  Popping out for a bit of shopping, going to the see a film, sleeping, being able to sit and watch 5 or 6 episodes of the latest TV show that we recorded back to back.  I could go on and on, but you’re probably bored already.

However, the weirdest of all is the fact that I’ll soon be known as ‘Dad’.  As much as I’m excited and looking forward to our little one coming into the world, that’s one scary word!  Just sit and think for a minute what the conotations for that word are, whether you have kids or not, and I don’t mean the dictionary’s definition. Think about all those things your Dad did, or maybe didn’t do, what you wanted from him, what you needed, what you got.

It’s made me realise just what I’m about to step in to.  Best of all though, I’m not alone in this brave new world, as I have my beautiful wife there with me all the way, and vice versa. Not to mention all our collective family and friends who I’m sure will all be happy to offer a nugget of golden help along the way.

I am finding myself stuck in a bit of happy nieveness (is that even a word!?) about parenting at that moment.  What I don’t know I’ll learn, quickly. What I do know……..thing is I don’t know what I do know, because I haven’t had a way to find out if I do know anything.

Wait, now I’m confused. Anyway, point is, ermmm.  You get what I mean, right?! I need a beer!

Shit, can’t do that, as I’ve been banned by Claire for when I’m needed to make the Hospital drive.  Well she didn’t say ‘you’re not drinking damn it!’, but it was all in the phrasing, not the wording, if you know what I mean.

Blog Neglect

As you’ve noticed, this blog has been somewhat ghost like for a couple of months, along with my posting on GBS.  Not a concious decision, as I actually do enjoy writing on here and GBS, but more a victim of circumstance.

Two main things have been taking up my time; getting ready for our first baby, and working through my college course.  Ironically, both of those things along have given me enough topics to write about, but the time to do it has never really surfaced.

I need to get organised better, at least better than I am now.  The baby is due in just over a month and a half, and I think I’m still stuck in the blank nievety that everything will work out fine.  It probably will be, but every few days I get ‘the baby panic’.

‘The baby panic’ is a little known phenomenon that basically involves realising just what the hell you’ve let yourself in for, that there is no manual or tech support, and that it brings with it a whole bunch of responsibility.

As scared as I may be, and it is fear more than worry, I can’t wait to be a Dad! Years ago I wouldn’t have even entertained the idea of children, quite frankly it was a complete no-no.  Maybe it’s a sign that I’m getting older………I said older, not more mature.  Come one, lets not be silly :p

The only problem now is that the exam for my course is rapidly heading into a collision with the arrival of Junior.  Something has to give and it’s going to be the course.  As much as I want to pass it all and start looking for a new job, my new family takes precedence over anything else, without fail.

Whilst I’m here, head over to a new blog I set up, www.comfanfic.wordpress.com.  I’ll let you go there and find out about it though.