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smallhobbitI spent the first three days this week furiously preparing the October Management Accounts (note the capital letters) so that they could be sent to the trustees in time for next week's meeting. So with the manager away Thursday and Friday looked good - I could sit and peaceful input figures so that I was prepared for next week.
Thursday morning I arrived to find that British Gas had unexpectedly come to replace the boiler in the workshop. By unexpectedly I don't mean they decided to give us a new boiler on their own - the quote had been agreed, but we didn't know that they were coming that day. Now, the manager is married to the person who deals with all the contractors and understands the intricacies of plumbing/maintenance; consequently he was away too. Not only had BG arrived, in the process of taking out the boiler they'd tripped the electrics. So it was cold and powerless in the workshop. I ended up phoning the electrician to come out (it turned out there was another trip switch, but I'm no electrician and I was a lot happier that he checked it). And found someone else for the residents who were in the workshop to have their tea break.
After which, I managed to do some work, before reading for the study group and going to a Christmas Market meeting. And thence to Brownies.
Friday dawned fair and promising - okay, I lie, it was wet and miserable, but a new day and once again I was hopeful. Until the decorator came in to ask if he could have some more heat in the bedroom he was painting to dry the paint faster. We go to look at the boiler (not the current BG replacement) and it's not working. I hail the passing BG man who sorts it out - there was no pressure apparently.
Then someone comes to complete an accident form for a burn to their thumb from a toaster. I inspect the toaster and decide it's dangerous. I also get told about someone else who has hurt their hand and has been told to fill in a form. I see him and ask him to do it at once. He ignores me, checks with someone else and says he doesn't need to. I inform him in no uncertain terms that he does, using my glare perfected from dealing with teenage family.
And so onto the afternoon - when we find that the telephone in one of the houses isn't working. So joy of joys I'm on the phone to BT. And explaining that I'm not phoning from the building where the phone that isn't working is - because it's not working. To give them their due they did put the process for sorting it in place and set up a divert system for us.
But now, the wine bottle is open and it's The Weekend :D
Thursday morning I arrived to find that British Gas had unexpectedly come to replace the boiler in the workshop. By unexpectedly I don't mean they decided to give us a new boiler on their own - the quote had been agreed, but we didn't know that they were coming that day. Now, the manager is married to the person who deals with all the contractors and understands the intricacies of plumbing/maintenance; consequently he was away too. Not only had BG arrived, in the process of taking out the boiler they'd tripped the electrics. So it was cold and powerless in the workshop. I ended up phoning the electrician to come out (it turned out there was another trip switch, but I'm no electrician and I was a lot happier that he checked it). And found someone else for the residents who were in the workshop to have their tea break.
After which, I managed to do some work, before reading for the study group and going to a Christmas Market meeting. And thence to Brownies.
Friday dawned fair and promising - okay, I lie, it was wet and miserable, but a new day and once again I was hopeful. Until the decorator came in to ask if he could have some more heat in the bedroom he was painting to dry the paint faster. We go to look at the boiler (not the current BG replacement) and it's not working. I hail the passing BG man who sorts it out - there was no pressure apparently.
Then someone comes to complete an accident form for a burn to their thumb from a toaster. I inspect the toaster and decide it's dangerous. I also get told about someone else who has hurt their hand and has been told to fill in a form. I see him and ask him to do it at once. He ignores me, checks with someone else and says he doesn't need to. I inform him in no uncertain terms that he does, using my glare perfected from dealing with teenage family.
And so onto the afternoon - when we find that the telephone in one of the houses isn't working. So joy of joys I'm on the phone to BT. And explaining that I'm not phoning from the building where the phone that isn't working is - because it's not working. To give them their due they did put the process for sorting it in place and set up a divert system for us.
But now, the wine bottle is open and it's The Weekend :D
