What a day…

I feel like I’ve just been chewed up and spat out by today.

It started of well enough I suppose. Well, work is usually fun – but my computer is possessed and won’t let me get to my work. I haven’t done a thing to it I swear, but somehow I am the ONLY one having the problem. Anyhoo, Stickleback and his band of merry men have somehow sorted it out by taking the work away and giving me other stuff to do.

Then there was the small issue of break times and boiling water. There has been some grumbling by my colleagues because the kettle is too small to boil water for everyone to have coffee at break times, and it was decided that what our kitchen needed was in fact an urn. At this point I would just like to point out that I was not involved in either the shortage of boiling water, the request of buying an urn, the decision to do so, or in any subsequent matters pertaining to the above mentioned urn…I haven’t actually had coffee at work since the 22nd February, at work I drink water (believe it or not) and I keep my coffee drinking at home.

Sparrow sent our HR guy out to go buy a toaster…and an urn. And this is what he came back with:

Is this not the ugliest thing you have ever seen?! Sparrow said that the next person who says something nasty about the bucket will have to forfeit 20 points on our weekly team scoreboard – I told him he could have all my points, the thing is f-ing ugly, and that’s all there is to it.

I got home and I decided to give my family a call, and share the bucket photo with them (I just knew they’d get a chuckle out of it too). But it turned out today was not going to be a day of chuckles after all…I hardly had time to say hi to my mom when she broke the news to me.

My great-grandmother passed away this morning – 102 is a really good run, not so? Why is it so hard to think of her as ‘not alive’ then. I seriously thought she’d have a good chance of outliving me! She would have been 103 in September… I can’t believe that she’s actually gone. I spoke to my cousin just after I got off the phone with my parents, she says that Ounooi told someone on her last birthday party that she sometimes wondered if God has forgotten her? He’s already taken almost everyone she knew and loved, why didn’t he want her too? I guess she was ready to go then. She was always very lively and feisty, even right till the end she was a fighter.

She leaves behind 2 of her 3 children, 12 grandchildren, more than 30 great-grandchildren, and 2 great-great-grandchildren. That’s quite a lot of trouble makers to leave in your wake . We’re all going to miss her – it just won’t be the same without her sharp sense of humour and unshakable sense of what’s wrong and right in our lives.

R. I. P. Ounooi, He didn’t forget you after all (as if anyone ever could).