Sunday 1st November

It’s been one of those weeks when I really feel as though I could possibly kill someone. Not any of the work crew, they’ve been working their butts off all week, extra work, longer hours somedays, and still laughing and smiling.

Tiff and I are in the office in town, a long way from the site at Ranandi, consequently, if we forget a file or folder in the morning it is drive back to there, get involved with what is happening there, then back to town and try catch up with the time missing.

Add in that with the extra hours the crew is working and our wages bill has naturally gone up, and we are back with the same argument about cutting staff and wages.

Tiff was in tears Wednesday over it all, I wrote up a monthly report that I took 2 days to think about afterwards before sending. CC’d it to Steve, and sat back waiting for the explosion. It arrived Friday, none of what I feel are the important things, like David and Tiffany considering leaving, the underquoting of contracts which we aren’t involved with, the constant $4,500 a month we lose on the roundabouts due to the price quoted. All of that was ignored, but we are once again told to cut the staff to half at least, and do more work in less time, without any equipment.

I’ve been so angry at nights I have not written anything in here, it would have been a diatribe of bitches, abuse whatever.

Spent this afternoon with Steve, talking over options, again. He’s ok with it all, sometimes things just don’t plain work out, he has places for me to go, but I told him that until Tiffany and David are sorted I can’t really just walk out on them, nor the crew. While I’m there I’m a buffer between them and the shite, it may not be pretty.

I’ll get back to all this hopefully this week, I’ve been so frustrated with things all week that I’ve been doing distraction stuff, and not thinking about work or related stuff at night.

Hi Gytha, Zoe,