Sunny days

Oh what lovely sunny weather we're having this Easter weekend. Lovely. So why have I spent most of my time sitting on my fat arse at home instead of getting out there? Bah! I haven't done much, maybe a bit of shopping here and there but mostly eating and watching tv. Yesterday I took a scenic ride on the bus to Bury. Very nice views and rural locations some of the time. Today I went into Bolton but it was all closed apart from Caffe Nero so I just popped in for a piece of chocolate zabaglione and an iced chocolate frappuccino thing. Tomorrow I'm off out proper though. Planning on going to Hoghton Tower near Blackburn which should be good if it isn't full of kids or anything.

Work is shit. I've had the most stressful week ever. Two of the younger girls are now taking all my calls which should make my life easier but I'm actually getting more stressed checking what they're doing and correcting their mistakes. And keeping track of everything is a nightmare. Oh and thanks to the useless gets who are supposed to keep an eye on the lads on site its getting worse. My boss thinks the solution is for me to basically do one particular blokes job for him. Bless her, I know she's only trying to find ways to make it go more smoothly but I don't think that's the way to do it. The whole thing reduced me to tears and on more than one occasion I had to really fight the urge to tell them all to fuck off and walk out of there forever. So I'm really looking forward to going in on Tuesday.

Last weekend was the opening of the Dr Who Up Close exhibition in Manchester. I toyed with the idea of going first thing on the day it opened but ended up getting there at 4pm. It was virtually empty. Just me, a small group of geeky lads and a couple of families. Its a pretty good exhibition but very short. Or maybe its just me? I often find that if I go to exhibitions/museums/galleries on my own I go through them pretty quickly, not bothering to spend time reading the info boards/cards other than a cursory glance to see what they are. I'm not really sure why that is. A lack of patience? A short attention span? It took me about 10-15 minutes to get through the Who exhibition. And whiletaking pictures too. Maybe I'll take longer next time as I'm bound to be with someone else. Or maybe I'll end up way ahead of them tapping my foot and looking at my watch impatiently? *shrug*

I also spent some of my time that day taking more pics of Manchester. This time taking macro shots of flowers and pics of architectural details on various buildings. They've turned out a bit shit really. I really need to take a tripod with me next time. I'm always conscious that people are looking at me though. Like I'm some sort of weirdo taking pics of buildings. I know its more likely they couldn't give a toss what I'm doing but I still can't help feeling self-conscious. I think it stems from an incident at Uni. I was taking a picture of a tree in Leicester one afternoon, experimenting with black & white film & one of two besuited blokes passing by made some sarky comment at me. What the fuck it had to do with him I've no idea. I wasn't getting in anyone's way or doing anything weird or offensive or trespassing. Just taking a fucking photo. Why are some people such utter utter c*nts? Why do they feel they're qualified to judge everyone else? Why do they think they're fucking better than everyone else? Sad twats. Well, the photo turned out really well anyway. In my opinion one of the best I've ever taken. So screw you business man.