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|Saturday, April 16th, 2005|
Need a reason for a day off?
Every day is a holiday!
|Wednesday, January 12th, 2005|
I have the rest of the day to learn the Dewey Decimal system of classifying stuff. Oh, what fun.
|Tuesday, October 19th, 2004|
From an e-mail I received today:
Please tell ten friends to tell ten friends today! The Breast Cancer site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily to meet their quota of donating at least one free mammogram a day to an underprivileged woman.
It takes less than a minute to go to their site and click on "donating a mammogram" for free (pink window in the middle). This doesn't cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate mammogram in exchange for advertising!
Here's the web site! Pass it along to people you know.http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/
This is something I feel quite strongly about, as my own mother's life was probably saved by a mammogram she took nearly 3 years ago. If/when you've clicked on this, scroll down a bit and there are 4 other links to clickys for action on child poverty, 3rd world hunger, rainforest preservation and animal protection. All good causes, and worth a minutes' clicking on the internet.
x-posted like a mo-fo. :)
|Wednesday, September 15th, 2004|
|Friday, August 6th, 2004|
Is it Friday yet?
Aah. yes, it is.
Huzzah for Friday. Current Mood: jubilant
|Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004|
Not so subtle hints
I've just got back from working in the other building and the lock on my office has been changed!Someone gave me a copy of the new key when I got in but still...
|Monday, May 10th, 2004|
|Friday, April 23rd, 2004|
At last I've got werk.
Not a brilliant job (adminning and doing conference stuff for a Scottish childrens' charity/quango type thingy), but I start on Skywalker Day.
This will come as a great relief, 'cos I've been spending the last month or so doing Beltane-y stuff and carrying out a singularly complicated customer survey for a (one off) client. Oh, and before that was mostly part-time werk with the nice Rock Steady Event Safety people with the occasional trickle of webby stuff or more frequent casual work for the above SCC/QTT.
It's amazing how much cheerier I feel now I've werk to say "boo!" to, and to prove it, this is my first post (do communities count?) since October.
|Thursday, April 8th, 2004|
Please, contain your adoration.
I am now a fully trained DSE workstation assessor. You're awestruck, I can tell. We had 1 1/2 hour training (reduced from 2 due to a lack of numbers) including a real
workstation that we could assess. I discovered two things:
a) My finger injury
is now included as an example of a workstation related injury in University training courses. The instructor seemed quite embarrassed to have the vitim there.
b) I was the only person to get 20/20 on the post-training questionnaire. As the person who assessed my
workstation only got 18 right I think I should demand a recount.
My boss has gone home sick, along with a suprising number of other staff. I may sit and read a book for the rest of the afternoon.
|Thursday, February 26th, 2004|
|Friday, February 13th, 2004|
|Tuesday, February 10th, 2004|
13 more working days of this life-sapping drudge. And that's 13 days too many. Then I'm out of work. Can't wait. Current Mood: barely conscious
|Tuesday, January 20th, 2004|
I have a web-based presentation to give tomorrow. I should be working on my PowerPoint slides. I am currently doing anything else
to avoid it. Why did I agree to this? PowerPoint is a tool designed to suck the life-force from the fingers and eyeballs of unsuspecting users -- tricked by its gaudy colours and impenetrable interface -- and pump it across the Internet to Microsoft HQ where, I assume, it is held underground in large vats for the personal use of Microsoft upper echelons. (It is well known that Bill Gates was brutally murdered by users sometime after the release of Windows 3.0, and is now animated solely by nightly injections of PowerPoint-acquired life-force).
|Monday, January 19th, 2004|
After psyching myself and spending precious time and money looking and interviewing for new work because my contract with the debt-mongers would definitely, not under any circumstances
be renewed -- my contract has been renewed. Only until the end of February, but it's some breathing space in which to get my shit together.
It might have something to do with this:http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/3399473.stm
for which my clients supply the IT infrastructure. "Debt counsellors have raised concerns about the new practice, at a time of record household debt." which is one of the reasons I want to get out of this unscrupulous business.
|Friday, January 16th, 2004|
I hate travelling...
...but there was a day when I thought that I'd relish it. Over the last few months, I've ended up travelling to the US, South Korea, France and the Netherlands (all within the same four weeks). This would have been One Big Adventure had it not all happened in such a short period.
This pattern seems set to continue this year, with Glorious Leader sending me to meetings that he's too busy to attend himself, normally because he's at other meetings. Some of these meetings are cool, like the one on board an aircraft carrier, not least because I could get there by train in less than two hours.
This is not the case for the latest meeting. Glorious Leader now wishes me to attend a meeting on Semantic Web technologies (fine so far) with some defence people (moderately fine) next Tuesday (inadequate notice) in Great Malvern. And there's the rub. I don't drive (can't drive), and Great Malvern is a four hour train journey from Southampton, with between two and four changes. In order to get to the beginning of the meeting, I must catch a train at 06.00, which means getting a taxi to the station at 05.30. The return journey is much the same, so I won't be getting back home until 22.30 or thereabouts.
My only hope is to get a taxi from Southampton to Great Malvern.
boo to werk! boo to tranes! boo to metings! boo to bosses!
|Thursday, January 15th, 2004|
The last year hasn't been easy ... dealing with the fame. I'm not naturally a "me, me, me" person ... I'm more of a giver ... I found the attention difficult to deal with at first, especially the women ... well, one woman. She thought I was that bloke off "Never Mind the Buzzcocks" ... Phil Jupiter ... but, you know, you don't make a fuss do you? Just sign the back of her till receipt and move on, baby ... I signed it David, not Phil, by the way, in case you were wondering ... total strangers coming up to you. It's really ... to be honest, I haven't had a lot of that. I suppose I must have one of those faces ... looks totally different on the telly. It helps to be able to blend in ... become anonymous. People like Brad Pitt can't do that, can they? Bet they wish they were more like me ... in a way.
But things are going well now. Repping. Mostly in the Slough area, but I get as far afield as Amersham and Yately now and again. Company car. Mondeo. Part-leather trim. Bit posh for me, but, you know, I think I deserve a bit of luxury. The cachet of celebrity helps with the job, but it has its downside. For instance I'll never make Salesman of the Year because they'll say I only won it because I'm that bloke off the telly and they need the publicity ... so I keep a low profile ... had a quiet word, told them to only reward me if they felt I really deserved it, and not as some sad attempt to bask in reflected glory ... avoid favouritism. That's only sound management. Spreading the knowledge, you see. Years of experience.
Got a girlfriend now ... another girlfriend, I should say, oops, she'll kill me for that! But, you know, I've been busy, so relationships are ... I didn't mean to suggest I was two-timing or anything ... they weren't serious girlfriends, you know, it was just for the sex. Power is an aphrodisiac for most women. Like moths to a flame. Instinctive ... But, you know, you tire of too much meaningless sex after a while ... not that I'm tired of sex or anything ... In fact I'm not really tired of sex, that's not what I meant at all, that was a stupid thing to say. I meant to say that my rock-and-roll days are behind me. Probably. But don't count on it! My love muscle's in full working order, no problems in that department ... I love sex, I'm still a five-times-a-day man -- ask Karen -- but it's more tender and romantic these days. Not as unfettered. The sort of sex you have ... in a relationship.
|Thursday, January 8th, 2004|
Am crap. Don't know why anyone would want to employ me. Boo to werk.
|Wednesday, January 7th, 2004|
Is that a circular saw I hear?
If I wanted to work in the hyaena house at the zoo, I would have trained as a vet.
Since I prefer to work in an office, I would be grateful if you and your pals in the next bloc of desks would get on with your work, or failing that, at least stop bloody laughing at woefully unfunny things
all the livelong day.
kthxbye. Current Mood: vicious
|Tuesday, January 6th, 2004|
Boo to werk. Especially contract werk for a USAmerican company whose mission boils down to thinking up new ways to loan money to people who can't afford it and sucking more interest payments from those whom they believe can. Actually, it's not as straightforwardly unethical as that; this is a company that hangs leech-like from the revenue stream of a much larger company that does the actual sucking. A leech, bloated with cash, that produces nothing of any social value whatever. A leech whose meaningless name is a silly misspelling of a not-uncommon word that someone, sometime, probably thought was hip.
I've nothing against companies making a profit, you understand, but some ways of making it are less inspired by greed than others.
So, hooray for the sole redeeming characteristic of my ethically dubious job, i.e. the fact that it ends in three weeks time.
I am relieved. I have been crap at it for, oh, the last four months at least, but more from a general ennui
than any ethical qualms. Incredibly, no one seems to have noticed just how little work I have done recently because there is now an offer of a permanent job before me.
I want very badly to turn it down. But any bridge-burning at this stage would be premature, especially as alternative river crossings are (so far) non-existent. However distastefully earned, I might need the money.
Meanwhile I'm looking for work again. My best hope so far is a local Oracle re-seller which installs Oracle databases at client sites such as health authorities and local government offices. It's practically a charity
compared to the greed-mongers I'm used to working for, has a decent profit-sharing scheme, car allowance, travel, and a strong technical base. I have a second interview coming up real soon. Wish me luck. Current Mood: winding down