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Dec. 9th, 2005 11:12 amI'm tired. And in a foul mood.
I blame the government.
I went for a drink last night for my dad's birthday and it was all very jolly – one of those nights where you chat the whole time about all sorts of things – we managed to cover bad country and western songs, bonsai, whiskey, kippers, the Israeli army, reality TV, mummification, sad films, zombies, Terry Pratchett, Robert Rankin, gardening and so on.
I expected the barman to call time and the pub to close at 11, completely forgetting about the new licensing laws. When I realised what time it was it was way, way past my bedtime.
So now I'm knackered.
Wee Greg didn't actually complete the job I gave him to do yesterday. I had to finish it off this morning. It's difficult; he a 16 year old boy so obviously he knows everything (I miss that clarity) and I think he sees the whole thing as a bit of a lark. I can see why, when I did my works experience I thought it was pretty pointless, but the thing is if I ask him to do something a certain there's a good reason, and I need it to be done that way. I did want to treat him like an adult and not have to be constantly checking on him but I think I'm going to have to in the future – I think I'm going to need to give him direct orders and deadlines. I'd rather not because that's not the way I like to work and I really don't have the time for that but there doesn't seem to be any other way.
I have never wanted to be a manager and now I know why.
*sigh*
I blame the government.
I went for a drink last night for my dad's birthday and it was all very jolly – one of those nights where you chat the whole time about all sorts of things – we managed to cover bad country and western songs, bonsai, whiskey, kippers, the Israeli army, reality TV, mummification, sad films, zombies, Terry Pratchett, Robert Rankin, gardening and so on.
I expected the barman to call time and the pub to close at 11, completely forgetting about the new licensing laws. When I realised what time it was it was way, way past my bedtime.
So now I'm knackered.
Wee Greg didn't actually complete the job I gave him to do yesterday. I had to finish it off this morning. It's difficult; he a 16 year old boy so obviously he knows everything (I miss that clarity) and I think he sees the whole thing as a bit of a lark. I can see why, when I did my works experience I thought it was pretty pointless, but the thing is if I ask him to do something a certain there's a good reason, and I need it to be done that way. I did want to treat him like an adult and not have to be constantly checking on him but I think I'm going to have to in the future – I think I'm going to need to give him direct orders and deadlines. I'd rather not because that's not the way I like to work and I really don't have the time for that but there doesn't seem to be any other way.
I have never wanted to be a manager and now I know why.
*sigh*
