Dinerama

I had a rubbish day at work today. The first week back has been horrible, quite frankly. By Thursday I was done, but there was still Friday to go. Maybe it's the heat, maybe it's me, maybe it's other things. I don't know. 

I seemed to have inadvertently upset a friend at work this week. It started out as something very trivial, but certainly went a lot further than that. And although I didn't do anything wrong, I inadvertently expressed my opinion in a conversation earlier in the week, and it didn't sit well with her. And she let me have it on Friday morning. It's all a storm in a teacup, but it didn't make me feel good. Mostly because she said some horrible things about me, and I didn't to her. I still tried to smooth everything over, and still never really say what I think. She does, and actually was below the belt. But once again, I didn't react, didn't want to say what I think.

It's been sorted now, and I'm glad. She's a good friend, and we work together so I don't want an atmosphere. But it's more than that to me. She put me in my place. I can't express my opinions, because instead of being my opinions, they're wrong, in her eyes. So I suppose it says more about me. Pretty much a pushover, and someone who backtracks instead of taking responsibility for what they say/think. 

Sigh. It's a bit silly really. I do want to leave this place, I have for a long time, but I still go everyday and do the best job that I can. I need less talk about it and more action instead. 

I wasn't really in the mood, but in the evening I met up with a group of friends at Dinerama in Shoreditch. And it turned out to be a really good evening. A few drinks were much needed, but the food was a bit disappointing. I ordered a Duck wrap which I then didn't eat, but a friend was happy to help me out :-)

It was good fun, but I decided to leave around 11pm, as I didn't want to get the last train tonight. I left plenty of time, although I probably walked slowly in my excruciatingly painful flat shoes, and laden with my 2kg handbag ;-)! I got back to Bank, and then somehow, in my haste to beat the clock and make the earliest train, I jumped on the tube without properly checking which one....

In my defence, the sign pointed at the one I needed, so I assumed it was. But once I got on, I thought "oh, why are all the rails red?" and immediately realised I was on the wrong line, and heading in the opposite direction. I jumped off at Liverpool Street, and it was quick to get back to Bank. But the walking, and then the waiting around cost me the train. So I arrived back at Waterloo about two minutes after my train left! I knew I wasn't going to hang around, so took the next train to a town close to me but not where my car would be. A quick call at midnight to Little Ro who's often out and about around there, and I managed to score myself a free ride home, saving me the taxi cost ;-)

And I'm always preaching to her about organising herself and not involving other people....;-)