It’s bad enough not being able to get a really good night sleep without howling wind and lashing rain.  Just turned 3 o’clock in the morning, I was wide awake, tossing and turning.

The thought that in about three and a half hours time the alarm would be ‘waking’ me up just seemed to make it worse.

Knowing that I would be extremely tired at work, I set my game plan in motion.  I started the day by inputting a load of sickness forms.

Everyone is entitled to be off work if they feel poorly.   Some people really go to town with their reasons for illness almost as though they need to justify themselves and they shouldn’t have to.

By the way, if you like stats, then colds and flu symptoms are top of the league at the moment with good old sickness and diarrhoea running closely behind (no pun intended).

If I take one thing away from this temping role, it’s that I have learned how to spell diarrhoea.  In my naughty moments I want to type in that they’ve had the sh**s, but good old common sense prevails. 

I always check the dates the forms have been signed as well, to make sure  there has been a sufficient gap between the illness and signing the form to ensure that no bugs are left on the forms. 

Not that I’m a germ freak or anything!  Okay am I the only one who understood why Michael Jackson wore an oxygen mask!

Anyway, I decided that the rest of the day should be divided between answering the telephone and filing.  

We get sent a lot of paperwork to file and had accumulated a lovely pile from one of the managers.  I decided that it had to be done, only to learn that another 200 records were due to land in our filing room any day!

Although I really don’t like the windowless, stuffy filing room, it was a great escape from stress today. 

Plus somebody really does have to get it sorted and I have been told I’m the fastest filer in the West which is a great accolade - I think!