Well, today didn’t go too badly. I was the only member of the Technical team in the office today (unless you count the CTO, but he rarely cuts code; two developers, including Rob (), were at the @Media conference (which is a nightmare to Google for), another was on holiday and Andy, our boss, doesn’t work Thursdays). And it wasn’t a nightmare! Not one single “unexpected issue” came up. All day! Yay us!
Popped out of the tube network at Victoria, on the way home, so I could buy stronger painkillers and some hayfever drugs; picked up a copy of Out magazine. Some good articles there (though I can’t find them on their crappy website!), including an interesting editorial on how to increase public acceptance of homosexuality (in the US) by creating a national holiday for Gay Pride. A feature on a really cute looking book, too: And Tango Makes Three, inspired by Roy and Silo, two male chinstrap penguins at New York’s Central Park Zoo who paired off during the 1998 breeding season, built a nest and were given a fertilised egg to incubate into the chick they raised together.
Slept from 2030 last night through to 0645 this morning and felt much better for it. Tuesday had just been such a shit day. As well as lots of hassle with the data management project I’ve been working on (my part is massively over budget because we rearranged the scope after quoting it; thankfully the Flash time we didn’t use will counterbalance it), we had a whole thing with accounts, trying to persuade us that we had “missing time” in our time-management system, because we had “too much” of last week’s time in may and “not enough” in June. Arguments ensued. Not helped by having been at work until 2045 the previous night and so having a very sore neck and back. :o( All sorted now, though.
- Forget-me-not panties, for the more paranoid lover.
And a joke:
A bloke on his way into work this morning came to a dead halt in traffic and thinks to himself “Wow, this traffic seems worse than usual. Nothing’s moving.”
He notices a police officer walking back and forth between the lines of cars so he rolls down his window and asks: “Officer what’s the hold up?”
The officer replies “It’s a Man Utd fan, he’s just so depressed about losing the premiership to Arsenal last season and again to Chelsea this season, being knocked out of Europe, losing in the FA Cup final, selling out to a yank and winning naff all after gobbing off all season whilst Liverpool have won the European Cup, he’s threatening to douse himself in petrol and set himself on fire. He says his family hates him and his mates are all laughing at him. I’m walking around taking a collection for him.”
“Oh really?” says the bloke “How much have you collected so far?”.
“Only about a litre, but a lot of people are still siphoning.
I’d be more verbose (and was certainly intending on so being), but I’m too achey, so I’m off to bed. More soon…