Thursday not such a great day then came Friday

Thursday, was not been a great day.  One where work at the Fish Factory was one bucket of cod's liver after another.  Not to say I have an aversion to cod, but there are only so many buckets of the stuff I can stomach.  Then just as the day was coming to an end I get a chat with a bigger fish who tells me I will get a pay cut.  It was nice icing on top of the ten or twelve buckets of cod liver.  Well one thing is for sure, I'm not going to creek much over the next few weeks.  I'm not quite sure how to feel over the whole affair.  I knew at time there might of been a mistake, but took it for granted the bosses at the Fish Factory knew the circumstances of each person.  This way when there is any change they can be appropriately made, relevant to tenure and status.  They had given me something they shouldn't and then even put it in writing to say I'd get it.  It was their mistake not mine.  Part of me is resigned to doing nothing about the whole thing.  Contesting will cost me time money and effort.  Even going to see an employment lawyer.  I need to make my mind up, or maybe just do nothing.  Which I understand is sometimes the best way of dealing with things, as Lao Tzu preferred

Friday (yesterday) then popped up as if from nowhere.  Again my life became completely embroiled in the Fish Factory. Where I hardly found time to do a text to Sparkling.  Especially how much I miss her.  My sleeping I have noticed is not without disturbance.  Seems although I'm no longer waking up courtesy of a cat's meow at 1 a.m, I wake up anyway.  This could be the noble art of cat training fat man at work.  I wonder if Sparkling is being disturbed by Olly now, and whether she bothers to cater to his early morning attention seeking which is all it really was.  I mean.  Why should a cat suddenly think at 2 a.m. he needs feeding, stroking and escorting down the stairs to the kitchen.  Doesn't he know he can see in the dark and he is now big enough and ugly enough to eat his own biscuits without need human presents.  With the face of Fish Factory Friday even thoughts of waking up all times of the morning were comforting. 

When at the pub yesterday I met Mr Language Man I hadn't seen him for a long time, (he's a linguist).  He complained I had not answered his text message for a Saturday afternoon drink.  Which is something I used to do just after a shop.  One quick pint or rather one chilled and relaxed pint.  It was then I realised I had lost his number in my phone.  The bloody thing had to be reformatted with new firmware.  It was then I had lost everything on it.  Even the odd game which I had paid for.  My retrospective lesson is, always make a note of the phone numbers you have in your phone, because no matter how wonderful new technology is sometimes a pen and piece of paper beats it. I felt I had let Language down, but it wasn't down to me and I could see he had been offended.  As he left I asked him for his number again but he was unable to retrieve it from his phone.  Either on account of his being tipsy or not wanting to put me back on his radar.  Well there's only so far you can go.