I’m told, by my FT 60 that this is to be an easier training week. I wasn’t really all that sure why cause last weeks’s stats were down on what I considered to be an easier week, although I have smashed my training and body in the last few weeks. No wonder it’s telling me it’s time to dial it back.
I’m grumpy as anything today and consequently saying the f word quite a lot. I could eat the face off anyone who annoys me. And nearly everyone is annoying me in one way or another. I’m just grumpy. This girl at work is an idiot. She’s an idiot at the best of times but today she’s being particularly annoying (perhaps I’m perceiving that she’s more annoying cause of my lowered bullshit tolerance level) today, and she’s doing it on purpose. FARK!! Just laziness, and immaturity – she would rather ask for help before looking herself of trying to do whatever it is that she has to do.
She’s 16, so I guess that explains the immaturity. She quit school and moved out of home just a few months ago. Her father also died earlier this year, and I’m not completely compassionless to that; I’m sure that it would be one of the things that I would most struggle to deal with; but that’s no reason for her to leave school. Her english, and spelling, is terrible. She really should be at school still, learning to spell and speak english properly. I cam so close to telling her that she had the english of a 10 year old when she was pronouncing badminton ‘bat-minton’. Idiot. She’s a classic case of an occa who needs more education. She also needs to be corrected when she says the wrong words, like ‘how are yous’. Yous is not a word.
Anyway, she’s annoying me today, so much so that I needed to come to the other shop to get away a bit. I think I’m also annoyed at my own performance last night. I drank too much and didn’t sleep at all well. Not cool. We spent all weekend fencing – tearing down one fence and putting up a 6 foot colourbond fence in its place. It was hot all weekend, and save for little bits here and there we were out in the sun all weekend. Although I didn’t really do that much work with the crowbar I still felt as though I was tired – and in need of a drink last night. The frosty beers were good too.


The ‘experimental’ video referral system has my head done in. It’s just not cricket to challenge the call of the umpire. You accept decisions as they come; and you, as a player, realise and accept that the good come with the bad. It happens to and has happened to all of us at some stage. I’ve been on the end of some really really bad decisions; but there have been times when I haven’t walked. As a bowler I hate when it happens to me, that someone doesn’t walk, but that’s also part of the game. The majority of the time I would walk – it’s the honesty of the game – and I would always try to walk. I do remember times when I haven’t; and it’s usually come from being overly worked up and competitive.