Coded

For a Monday, today was a good day.

I learned just how rusty my html coding is but through sheer bloody-mindedness I was able to get through what I was meant to. I sit next to my new manager and she admitted that she was "throwing everything at Greg" this afternoon. That's okay too. I guess she's after finding out what I can handle.

I also learned that Polly and I have tickets for the "Post-Peak Party", to be held at one of Cork's swankier hotels in just under two weeks. It's a slightly themed party and I may be going out to try to hire what our American cousins would call a tuxedo. In which case there may be photographs!

Enough about work. I'm dangerously close to the edge of my self-imposed prohibition on posting about my job. So what else? I'm still off the cigarettes and at the risk of jinxing it, I'm not suffering too much. I even wandered over to my local yesterday afternoon to watch a rugby game and didn't feel any kind of compulsion to try to scrounge a smoke from anyone. This is a good thing.

I've adjusted the time of day that I apply a new nicotine patch, which seems to help with any difficult urges late at night. Or at least, tobacco-related urges! As this is a family show, I should probably stop there.

So I'm still at work at the moment. Not working myself (as you can tell) but just waiting for the prettiest girl in the world to finish what she needs to finish before we leave. I'm perfectly content sat here with her. Beats the Hell out of gazing blankly at a TV!