I really donāt like USB-B cables or their attachments. Thankfully Iāve only got one major device that now uses them but still, what a fucking palaver.
I love the way the connections degrade over time and you have to put your phone through a version of the kama sutra just to charge up.
Leaving work two weeks ago only 50 cases in the inbox. Get back and there is 120 odd and seems last week there was some serious shit going down in the area.
Lots to do!
Corona Virus.
Due to this my sister and Dadās flights to come visit me in the Philippines have been cancelled. So no idea if they will get rebooked when the Virus clears up.
The amount of work coming in. What is going on?! Loads of police reports. Loads of schools sending stuff. Many who donāt sign up for support services. They also fail to ask the right questions at the right time. So we have to chase a lot in order to make timely decisions. Or send handwritten stuff. Which is illegible. 2020 - handwritten!
Also we keep getting a lot of education queries which are not our remit but as we have become the main point of contact for issue with kids, people then ring us. We get asked about how to complain about a school. Check the schools website guys. Or the schools ask us for direction on stuff they should have policies for.
Iām beyond knackered but also a bit stressed. So that manifests in waking up early.
Hitting a drain cover that was sitting in the middle of the road just a couple of miles from my employerās Chippenham office this morning. Saw it too late to avoid it completely, and wasnāt even sure what it was until I hit it - it looked like an enormous waffle sitting a couple of yards out into the road. End result - flat tyre, necessitating a roadside wheel change, large chip in nearside front wheel, new tyre for said wheel at a cost of Ā£90. To add insult to injury, all four tyres on my car were only a few months old.
A colleague avoided said drain cover as she was behind a lorry that was very slow, so she had plenty of time to see it and avoid it. Another colleague who arrived later said that the thing had a few cones placed to make it more obvious. By the time I drove home this evening it wasnāt there, so presumably it had been reunited with its drain.
But it could have been worse. When changing the wheel I looked at the chip in the alloy and wondered if the wheel itself might require repair or replacement, at fuck knows what cost. Maybe Ā£90 isnāt so bad after all.