What I realised this week:
I'm always going to feel lazy next to Ivie
My batteries were a bit low last week. Nothing serious, just not a huge amount of spring in my step. Mind you, it's not like I'm usually running around at 100 miles an hour. I'm perfectly capable at sitting still. I've even been paid to sit still at life drawing classes.
Ivie, on the other hand, isn't so great at sitting still. Unless it involves food or tractor porn he generally acts like he has ants in his pants (see here for a definition of tractor porn that won't shock your granny). For anyone who wants to know what's worse than ants in your pants, message me and I'll tell you a tasteless joke, which is not for general consumption.
I've come to the conclusion that I'll always feel lazy next to Ivie. I'm always going to work fewer hours. During lockdown, I'm doing 28 hours a week; in the summer Ivie will clock that up in two days. And he works every weekend unless he's physically not here. Even after we'd been to Japan for a fortnight, we got back late morning, had lunch and he had his boiler suit (and a contented grin) on within the hour. It's work, Jim, but not as we know it.
For a while now, I've been offering to help Ivie with invoicing. I've got nerdy tendencies that mean I like paperwork, spreadsheets and sums. Until last weekend, Ivie had figured that it was quicker to do it himself than explain it to me. I think now that I live here (and I'm here till at least the end of lockdown 😉) it makes sense to teach me how to do it.
So, last Sunday I grabbed a notebook and pen and turned up for my training session. The system's all set up so in theory it should be pretty straightforward. I take the job sheets for each customer, collate them and work out what the bill should be. Except that system relies on Ivie having filled in the job sheets in a helpful manner.
See if you can work out what these job sheet terms mean.
1. Dung
That's right. It means 'tractor, trailer and driver'.
2. Hauling dung
As above. Obviously.
3. Snudge
Mr I McFadzean (I knew that one).
4. Cuil
Mr C McClymont (yep, knew that one, too).
5. Falbae
Home of Karen and Gav Poole. Invoice goes to Mr J Weir. I give up.
40% isn't a great score. I'm beginning to think it might be quicker for Ivie to do it himself.
Ivie, on the other hand, isn't so great at sitting still. Unless it involves food or tractor porn he generally acts like he has ants in his pants (see here for a definition of tractor porn that won't shock your granny). For anyone who wants to know what's worse than ants in your pants, message me and I'll tell you a tasteless joke, which is not for general consumption.
I've come to the conclusion that I'll always feel lazy next to Ivie. I'm always going to work fewer hours. During lockdown, I'm doing 28 hours a week; in the summer Ivie will clock that up in two days. And he works every weekend unless he's physically not here. Even after we'd been to Japan for a fortnight, we got back late morning, had lunch and he had his boiler suit (and a contented grin) on within the hour. It's work, Jim, but not as we know it.
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| At Shibuya Crossing, Tokyo |
For a while now, I've been offering to help Ivie with invoicing. I've got nerdy tendencies that mean I like paperwork, spreadsheets and sums. Until last weekend, Ivie had figured that it was quicker to do it himself than explain it to me. I think now that I live here (and I'm here till at least the end of lockdown 😉) it makes sense to teach me how to do it.
So, last Sunday I grabbed a notebook and pen and turned up for my training session. The system's all set up so in theory it should be pretty straightforward. I take the job sheets for each customer, collate them and work out what the bill should be. Except that system relies on Ivie having filled in the job sheets in a helpful manner.
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| Stationery! |
See if you can work out what these job sheet terms mean.
1. Dung
That's right. It means 'tractor, trailer and driver'.
2. Hauling dung
As above. Obviously.
3. Snudge
Mr I McFadzean (I knew that one).
4. Cuil
Mr C McClymont (yep, knew that one, too).
5. Falbae
Home of Karen and Gav Poole. Invoice goes to Mr J Weir. I give up.
40% isn't a great score. I'm beginning to think it might be quicker for Ivie to do it himself.
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| View from Snudge's (Glentrool from Glenvernoch) |
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