Isn’t it weird how a sad mood can just evaporate? I don’t know where it came from. I know why it lasted for a few days and I certainly know why Monday was so wretched but I’m glad it’s gone now.
I went to bed last night feeling lighter and happy again and woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the fray. I had a good early start and, because I was in before 8 (no mean feat when I have an hour’s drive to the office!) managed to catch the big boss for a review of several matters. Once we’d spoken about work I referred to the sh*t storm of Friday to clear the air and get my side of the story over (namely that I wasn’t even working on that matter so how the hell did I get dragged into it?!). He was absolutely fine and didn’t even seem to connect me to it. Which is a bit of a mystery. So now I wonder what Chinese whispers are happening round here. Sometimes it might suit people to “share” the blame, especially when I’m conveniently out of the office working from home? Or it might suit a manager to exaggerate a problem in order to exert greater control over your day?? Hmmm. It’s hard to know who to trust round here but it’s a good lesson learned.
I’m glad I didn’t wallow for too long. I’m glad I didn’t take it out on Rich. I’m glad we went to dancing. And I’m glad it’s over now.
Rich is not golfing this evening as he has matches later in the week so we have a nice quiet night in planned and I’m really looking forward to it.