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The chap who sits across from me (at about 10’o’clock level) has developed a hacking cough of impressive proportions. I have had to ask people to repeat what they have said to me a couple of times and given up on a phone conversation. Mike (for that is his name) was off work ill for a goodly portion of 2006 and returned at the beginning of November. If this is what he sounds like healthy, I’m glad I didn’t get to hear what noises he made in hospital. Of course the weather doesn’t help. It is exceptionally mild at the moment, but windy and rainy too, so coats are needed and you melt on the underground.
For some reason sleep eluded me for a large portion of last night and it was well after 4 am when I finally dozed off, only to wake up again at just past 7 this morning. This afternoon is likely to be interesting as I test the limits of caffeine’s ability to keep me awake. It is quiz night tonight; my attendance is heavily reliant on the power of coffee.
It is good to see that the Department’s policy on smoking is working so well. I nipped out for a ciggie a while ago and for a moment thought that there was a picket line outside the building. Nope, just smokers sheltering in the porch from the wind, which whips around here in great strength through numerous, narrow man-made canyons. It is worse now than it was before the area was redeveloped and it was already quite something. Anyway, there are no signs of the place enforcing its no-smoking exclusion zone outside the building. That will come, I suppose. The hardy souls that go out there now, numerous as they are, are only a portion of the total numbers who will be sloping around in the warmer (or at least, less windy) weather. I don’t know why they couldn’t have just let us kept the one tiny little room near the basement for smoking. It is not being used for anything else and people often took work with them when they went there. Still, in this modern day and age we are not allowed to run our lives as we wish in any other fashion, so I suppose that we must bow to the health fascists in this matter, too.
Oh well. To work again; I have some stupendously boring papers to read for a branch meeting this afternoon. Better buy some matchsticks for my eyes, too.
For some reason sleep eluded me for a large portion of last night and it was well after 4 am when I finally dozed off, only to wake up again at just past 7 this morning. This afternoon is likely to be interesting as I test the limits of caffeine’s ability to keep me awake. It is quiz night tonight; my attendance is heavily reliant on the power of coffee.
It is good to see that the Department’s policy on smoking is working so well. I nipped out for a ciggie a while ago and for a moment thought that there was a picket line outside the building. Nope, just smokers sheltering in the porch from the wind, which whips around here in great strength through numerous, narrow man-made canyons. It is worse now than it was before the area was redeveloped and it was already quite something. Anyway, there are no signs of the place enforcing its no-smoking exclusion zone outside the building. That will come, I suppose. The hardy souls that go out there now, numerous as they are, are only a portion of the total numbers who will be sloping around in the warmer (or at least, less windy) weather. I don’t know why they couldn’t have just let us kept the one tiny little room near the basement for smoking. It is not being used for anything else and people often took work with them when they went there. Still, in this modern day and age we are not allowed to run our lives as we wish in any other fashion, so I suppose that we must bow to the health fascists in this matter, too.
Oh well. To work again; I have some stupendously boring papers to read for a branch meeting this afternoon. Better buy some matchsticks for my eyes, too.