Sorry to hear about your woes, chaps.I'm still working from home, which suits me fine. In fact, I might see if I can extend it if we ever go back to normal! I had no idea how much time I used to waste simply getting to work each morning. Now I have over 2 hours each morning to have breakfast and do a bit of freelance work before I arrive at the 'office' at 9am.The only real downside is that my general fitness has taken a bit of a hit since I no longer have my regular walk home from work, but I just need to get better at building some walks into my new routine. Morning walks on the beach will be more enjoyable now that Summer is over, and there are fewer twits around before the sun rises...
Sorry to hear things haven't been going so well chaps. I'm still WFH with poor Wi-Fi but I'm not springing for full broadband yet cos I'm currently going through a retention process as they're cutting jobs in my department.
I keep having to go into the office, central Manchester, so plenty of chaos there. The internet keeps going up the swanny. It happens when we get a major update, which is all the bloody time. I was almost in today, but thankfully it worked in the morning. The afternoon not so good but by then...
Oddly enough this year has been better than lest, shows how bad last year was. Not being in the office has made things easier, sadly my manager who has been really helpful has got another position. So I wonder who the new manager will be.
Life's not great at the moment - on my first day back at work I made a daft mistake, and after an overlong process, underwent a disciplinary and have been given a final warning, which means I'm now in danger of being fired if I transgress even slightly in the future. Entirely over the top and unnecessary IMO, as my terrible crime was... moving guests to another room, unknowing that it had been blocked off due to shower issues. I have been punished for allegedly putting guests at risk from scalding, though I was told by the manager the very next day that the problem had been fixed the week before, and the only reason it was still blocked was to "save on the housekeeping". So, in essence, after a process which was drawn out for over a month I almost got fired for slightly inconveniencing the cleaners.
My work patterns are also all over the place, which is to be expected, but at least the manager and the deputy (his wife, who was appointed whilst the rest of us were all furloughed) are off on holiday for the next week and a bit, so I won't be looking over my shoulder all the time. Most of the guests and coffee shop customers are perfectly fine with all the new restrictions, but there are always a few who give us aggro for just trying to do our jobs, not considering that they're bloody lucky that we're allowed to open at all for them! It's mostly elderlies now, with a smattering of student waiting for uni to start.
I'm back at Slimming World, trying to shift some of the four stones I put on whilst in lockdown. I'm still in a poor physical state, with arms and legs aching all the time, to the point where at its worst I was seriously considering getting a walking stick. The situation in Whitby is also causing me a lot of anxiety - I've only been into the town centre three times since July, and each time the volume of people, the lack of social distancing and the oppressive feel gave me the Fear and I fled (or rather hobbled) for home.
Apart from that everything's fantastic though...🙄
Back at work on Monday, having been off for four months and a day. Then I'm off until Sunday, when I'm on a truncated six hour shift between 4.30 - 10.30pm. The hostel's opening, with restrictions (ensuite private rooms only, no access to social spaces, takeaway food and drink only in the cafe, strategically placed sanitiser stations etc.) On reception (which has now been moved back from the cafe to its original location, thus removing the last vestiges of the previous manager's reign,) I'll have a big plastic screen between myself and the guests, so I can keep my distance from them with no messing around.
Physically, I'm in terrible shape - my arms and legs are all feeble and spindly due to lack of sustained exercise, whilst the rest of me is almost spherical due to eating a block of cheddar a day and whatnot. My unshorn hair resembles that of a member of a 1990s Britpop band... and not one of the good ones, either.
Hopefully being back at work, initially for only three days a week, will get my aching limbs going again.
Whitby is still here, though the attitude of some locals depresses me. On one FB group there were people calling for armed roadblocks on all routes into town, to stop "outsiders" getting in. More amusingly, when Colston was toppled from his plinth in Bristol, some of the local hard of thinking decided that meant that Whitby's Captain Cook statue was under threat, and decided to give it 24 hour protection against the projected horde of lefty muslim anarchist BLM terrorists who were allegedly poised to descend on the town. Behold, the brave protectors of culture:
Well, the middle one and the one on the right look as if they'd collapse before a fight really got going, and whilst matey on the left obviously fancies himself as a hard man, his I'm-right-nails-me stance leaves his bollocks vulnerable to a well-placed kick. Plus, he's got a really tiny head, so his brain can't be that big, which means he'd be easy to outwit tactically.
In any case, the above gentlemen and their mates, "guarding" the Captain in shifts, lasted about a week and a half, when the increasing unlikeliness of them getting a scrap, and more probably the weather being a bit bad, caused them all to clear off home to wait for Wetherspoons to reopen.
I'm back home after a three week sojourn in pox-ridden England (they think it's all over), where I was obliged to be by the inevitable 'shit happens' circumstances which we all have to face up to increasingly with the passing years. Happily I'm now here in Covid-free (practically) Galicia and despite an acute flare up of the recurring sciatica, I'm looking forward to getting on with building up business again, resuming social life (the necessary precautions will make for smaller and more enjoyable gatherings), getting my garden shipshape, playing with my new pool cleaning robot, and - finally- wrapping up my season of Voodoo Cinema. Plus giving full attention to the current Double Bill viewings. Oh yes!
Old Cat! You've been through tough times. Condolences. It's great to have you back, even if it isn't "quite" the same as the old days. I glance at Facebook from time to time, but I don't feel comfortable there. There's a lot of info from people in the know (plus a ton-load of shite) but it's all so fast that it tires me out. I'm going to try to drop in here more often. You used to participate in the Horror Double Bills anniversaries, didn't you? Did you? Anyway, this weekend we have to watch Night of the Demon then The Ghoul (Peter's, not Boris'). Glad to have you back and hopefully you'll hang around.
Hello people. Old Cat ( Alonian ) is still roaming around this crazy planet.
Many thanks to Crazy Galician Mike for directing me here.
I’ve read this thread and very sad news indeed. My condolences to James and everybody who suffered the loss of a dear one.
In my family, things weren’t cheerful either. The elder brother of my sister in law passed away last October and, two months ago, a dear lifetime friend lost her long enduring battle with cancer.
Back to merrier things, is great to find here many of the old (but young in spirit) folks from the BHF. 😀
If you check the Movie Night thread you can follow my trip through Voodoo Cinema, prior to the grand finale which I'll eventually get to following my return home.
Thanks guys.I was going to come back sooner to this thread but things seemed to move so fast. Dad passed away on the 3rd of this month. I managed to work out my girlfriend coming down.Thank you for kind words and replies. Now I just want to go through the funeral and try and heal from this. Mum is the one I feel sad for the most right now so a lot of time spent looking out for for her right now.
Sorry to hear about the difficult time you've been having, James. The lockdown rules appear to be flexible, let's say! If there's a serious medical reason for travelling and visiting someone then I think it's allowed. Either way, I hope you get through it as best you can!
So sorry to hear this, James. Have you checked online to see if you can download a special travel warrant during the emergency, like they are doing in Italy?
*AKA Corpse Candle...haven't worked out how to change my username*I really wish we had a lot more of the old faces from the BHF here as the collective minds would help me figure something out.About two weeks ago my dad grew very tierd. I thought it looked like something worrying by instinct I even asked him how he was multiple times. It felt weird. Two days later he had to be rushed to hospital after turning yellow.At first we thought it was gaul stones, no. Then it was thought maybe it was a bladder infection, no. Turned out to be liver cancer. My dad told me when I visted him he thought the doctors weren't telling him everything.I thought he was just depressed and it wouldn't be so bad, I got upset but only tempoary. He was right though and when the tests results came in it turned out he only has weeks to live.I had to tell my autistic younger brother, mum has too much to deal with and fuck...that guy is a champ. He took far better than I ever hoped. Well he was still devasted but he isn't the highest function guy in many respects but that day he really made me proud of him.I'm just about coping and then again not coping. My partner had to go home a few days ago and then there was this lockdown and I desperatly need her to keep my mind togther.Does any one have ANY idea if she is allowed to travel to see me?I even asked at the BBC website as the guidelines do not cover the scenario I am in. I don't want to spread anything to anyone but I am trying to help the family and also keep sane at the same time.I know this post feels dramatic but I don't really know who to talk to.
I'm really sorry you're having a tough time James. I don't know the definitive answer to your question and that's because the comms from this useless government have been so vague. You could make the argument that this travel is essential for your mental health, particularly if you thought you were at risk? Citizens Advice has this page about the virus: https://www.citizensadvice.org.uk/health/coronavirus-what-it-means-for-you/. One reason given for being able to travel is: "any medical need or to provide care or help a vulnerable person". If you thought that you could be categorised as vulnerable in this context then I think you could justify it.
Sorry to hear about your woes, chaps. I'm still working from home, which suits me fine. In fact, I might see if I can extend it if we ever go back to normal! I had no idea how much time I used to waste simply getting to work each morning. Now I have over 2 hours each morning to have breakfast and do a bit of freelance work before I arrive at the 'office' at 9am. The only real downside is that my general fitness has taken a bit of a hit since I no longer have my regular walk home from work, but I just need to get better at building some walks into my new routine. Morning walks on the beach will be more enjoyable now that Summer is over, and there are fewer twits around before the sun rises...
Sorry to hear things haven't been going so well chaps. I'm still WFH with poor Wi-Fi but I'm not springing for full broadband yet cos I'm currently going through a retention process as they're cutting jobs in my department.
I keep having to go into the office, central Manchester, so plenty of chaos there. The internet keeps going up the swanny. It happens when we get a major update, which is all the bloody time. I was almost in today, but thankfully it worked in the morning. The afternoon not so good but by then...
Oddly enough this year has been better than lest, shows how bad last year was. Not being in the office has made things easier, sadly my manager who has been really helpful has got another position. So I wonder who the new manager will be.
Hope your all well and doing OK.
Moo.
Life's not great at the moment - on my first day back at work I made a daft mistake, and after an overlong process, underwent a disciplinary and have been given a final warning, which means I'm now in danger of being fired if I transgress even slightly in the future. Entirely over the top and unnecessary IMO, as my terrible crime was... moving guests to another room, unknowing that it had been blocked off due to shower issues. I have been punished for allegedly putting guests at risk from scalding, though I was told by the manager the very next day that the problem had been fixed the week before, and the only reason it was still blocked was to "save on the housekeeping". So, in essence, after a process which was drawn out for over a month I almost got fired for slightly inconveniencing the cleaners.
My work patterns are also all over the place, which is to be expected, but at least the manager and the deputy (his wife, who was appointed whilst the rest of us were all furloughed) are off on holiday for the next week and a bit, so I won't be looking over my shoulder all the time. Most of the guests and coffee shop customers are perfectly fine with all the new restrictions, but there are always a few who give us aggro for just trying to do our jobs, not considering that they're bloody lucky that we're allowed to open at all for them! It's mostly elderlies now, with a smattering of student waiting for uni to start.
I'm back at Slimming World, trying to shift some of the four stones I put on whilst in lockdown. I'm still in a poor physical state, with arms and legs aching all the time, to the point where at its worst I was seriously considering getting a walking stick. The situation in Whitby is also causing me a lot of anxiety - I've only been into the town centre three times since July, and each time the volume of people, the lack of social distancing and the oppressive feel gave me the Fear and I fled (or rather hobbled) for home.
Apart from that everything's fantastic though...🙄
Less 'locals', more like 'locos'.
Back at work on Monday, having been off for four months and a day. Then I'm off until Sunday, when I'm on a truncated six hour shift between 4.30 - 10.30pm. The hostel's opening, with restrictions (ensuite private rooms only, no access to social spaces, takeaway food and drink only in the cafe, strategically placed sanitiser stations etc.) On reception (which has now been moved back from the cafe to its original location, thus removing the last vestiges of the previous manager's reign,) I'll have a big plastic screen between myself and the guests, so I can keep my distance from them with no messing around.
Physically, I'm in terrible shape - my arms and legs are all feeble and spindly due to lack of sustained exercise, whilst the rest of me is almost spherical due to eating a block of cheddar a day and whatnot. My unshorn hair resembles that of a member of a 1990s Britpop band... and not one of the good ones, either.
Hopefully being back at work, initially for only three days a week, will get my aching limbs going again.
Whitby is still here, though the attitude of some locals depresses me. On one FB group there were people calling for armed roadblocks on all routes into town, to stop "outsiders" getting in. More amusingly, when Colston was toppled from his plinth in Bristol, some of the local hard of thinking decided that meant that Whitby's Captain Cook statue was under threat, and decided to give it 24 hour protection against the projected horde of lefty muslim anarchist BLM terrorists who were allegedly poised to descend on the town. Behold, the brave protectors of culture:
Well, the middle one and the one on the right look as if they'd collapse before a fight really got going, and whilst matey on the left obviously fancies himself as a hard man, his I'm-right-nails-me stance leaves his bollocks vulnerable to a well-placed kick. Plus, he's got a really tiny head, so his brain can't be that big, which means he'd be easy to outwit tactically.
In any case, the above gentlemen and their mates, "guarding" the Captain in shifts, lasted about a week and a half, when the increasing unlikeliness of them getting a scrap, and more probably the weather being a bit bad, caused them all to clear off home to wait for Wetherspoons to reopen.
I'm back home after a three week sojourn in pox-ridden England (they think it's all over), where I was obliged to be by the inevitable 'shit happens' circumstances which we all have to face up to increasingly with the passing years. Happily I'm now here in Covid-free (practically) Galicia and despite an acute flare up of the recurring sciatica, I'm looking forward to getting on with building up business again, resuming social life (the necessary precautions will make for smaller and more enjoyable gatherings), getting my garden shipshape, playing with my new pool cleaning robot, and - finally- wrapping up my season of Voodoo Cinema. Plus giving full attention to the current Double Bill viewings. Oh yes!
Hello Cat. Good to see you around!
Thanks and cheers, Moodie and Graham. I'm glad to see that our Scottish guard remains on duty.
I'm quite allergic to Fakeboob too, prefering real boobs. but no more said, lets keep a proper language.
Old Cat! You've been through tough times. Condolences. It's great to have you back, even if it isn't "quite" the same as the old days. I glance at Facebook from time to time, but I don't feel comfortable there. There's a lot of info from people in the know (plus a ton-load of shite) but it's all so fast that it tires me out. I'm going to try to drop in here more often. You used to participate in the Horror Double Bills anniversaries, didn't you? Did you? Anyway, this weekend we have to watch Night of the Demon then The Ghoul (Peter's, not Boris'). Glad to have you back and hopefully you'll hang around.
I'm glad to hear you're still going strong, Cat, and sorry to hear about your recent sad news.
Hello people. Old Cat ( Alonian ) is still roaming around this crazy planet.
Many thanks to Crazy Galician Mike for directing me here.
I’ve read this thread and very sad news indeed. My condolences to James and everybody who suffered the loss of a dear one.
In my family, things weren’t cheerful either. The elder brother of my sister in law passed away last October and, two months ago, a dear lifetime friend lost her long enduring battle with cancer.
Back to merrier things, is great to find here many of the old (but young in spirit) folks from the BHF. 😀
I gather that Billy hasn’t returned yet ?. 😎
JellyHair, Marshy, where are you ?..
So sorry to read what has happened James...please take care of yourself as well as your mum...Craig.
Sorry for your loss James. I hope you can get through these incredibly difficult times and find time to grieve properly for your Dad.
So sorry to hear that, James. Thoughts are with you at these very difficult moments.
Thanks guys. I was going to come back sooner to this thread but things seemed to move so fast. Dad passed away on the 3rd of this month. I managed to work out my girlfriend coming down. Thank you for kind words and replies. Now I just want to go through the funeral and try and heal from this. Mum is the one I feel sad for the most right now so a lot of time spent looking out for for her right now.
Sorry to hear about the difficult time you've been having, James. The lockdown rules appear to be flexible, let's say! If there's a serious medical reason for travelling and visiting someone then I think it's allowed. Either way, I hope you get through it as best you can!
I've just seen your post, James. Sorry to hear about your very difficult situation. Please let us know how things go.
So sorry to hear this, James. Have you checked online to see if you can download a special travel warrant during the emergency, like they are doing in Italy?
*AKA Corpse Candle...haven't worked out how to change my username* I really wish we had a lot more of the old faces from the BHF here as the collective minds would help me figure something out. About two weeks ago my dad grew very tierd. I thought it looked like something worrying by instinct I even asked him how he was multiple times. It felt weird. Two days later he had to be rushed to hospital after turning yellow. At first we thought it was gaul stones, no. Then it was thought maybe it was a bladder infection, no. Turned out to be liver cancer. My dad told me when I visted him he thought the doctors weren't telling him everything. I thought he was just depressed and it wouldn't be so bad, I got upset but only tempoary. He was right though and when the tests results came in it turned out he only has weeks to live. I had to tell my autistic younger brother, mum has too much to deal with and fuck...that guy is a champ. He took far better than I ever hoped. Well he was still devasted but he isn't the highest function guy in many respects but that day he really made me proud of him. I'm just about coping and then again not coping. My partner had to go home a few days ago and then there was this lockdown and I desperatly need her to keep my mind togther. Does any one have ANY idea if she is allowed to travel to see me? I even asked at the BBC website as the guidelines do not cover the scenario I am in. I don't want to spread anything to anyone but I am trying to help the family and also keep sane at the same time. I know this post feels dramatic but I don't really know who to talk to.