Passing the time

Hmm. LJ has been a bit pants today; loading slowly, eating responses and doing its own thing with formatting. All this with the speed of an arthritic gnu, too. This is what some of us pay our money for.

The trouble is, it is times like this that I realise just how much I depend upon LJ to keep me sane at work; I refer back to it quite a lot just to relieve the monotony that is the working week. Strangely, I cannot remember what I used to do in its place before I used LJ, more generally, I cannot remember how I relieved the tedium in those dark office days before the arrival of teh intarweb. I must have done something, but what it was eludes me completely.

I recall that in the days before computers in the office, back in the early 90s and into the dark days of the 80s, we used to have heaps of paper everywhere, unlike today’s paperless offices, which have er, heaps of paper everywhere. Without even typewriters, we had to write everything by hand or dictate it (the latter at which I was superbly useless) and drafting even the shortest letter resulted in multiple rewrites and the death of half the Amazon rainforest. I suppose all that took up so much time that we didn’t have to worry about entertaining ourselves when the work flow ebbed. Plus I was somewhat younger then and we would disappear down to the pub more often.

I do recall the excitement that was occasioned by the first batch of “Liberators”, the precursors of laptop PCs, which had enough memory to hold ten – count ‘em, ten – pages of WordPerfect text. Then there were the very noisy dot matrix printers which had massive sound baffles that took up an entire corner of the office and made a noise like a consortium of agitated woodpeckers arguing.

I have discovered, said he moving off in a completely unrelated direction, that I have a seemingly inexhaustible capacity for eating Marks & Spencer choccy biscuits. I may be sick later.

Passing the time

Hmm. LJ has been a bit pants today; loading slowly, eating responses and doing its own thing with formatting. All this with the speed of an arthritic gnu, too. This is what some of us pay our money for.

The trouble is, it is times like this that I realise just how much I depend upon LJ to keep me sane at work; I refer back to it quite a lot just to relieve the monotony that is the working week. Strangely, I cannot remember what I used to do in its place before I used LJ, more generally, I cannot remember how I relieved the tedium in those dark office days before the arrival of teh intarweb. I must have done something, but what it was eludes me completely.

I recall that in the days before computers in the office, back in the early 90s and into the dark days of the 80s, we used to have heaps of paper everywhere, unlike today’s paperless offices, which have er, heaps of paper everywhere. Without even typewriters, we had to write everything by hand or dictate it (the latter at which I was superbly useless) and drafting even the shortest letter resulted in multiple rewrites and the death of half the Amazon rainforest. I suppose all that took up so much time that we didn’t have to worry about entertaining ourselves when the work flow ebbed. Plus I was somewhat younger then and we would disappear down to the pub more often.

I do recall the excitement that was occasioned by the first batch of “Liberators”, the precursors of laptop PCs, which had enough memory to hold ten – count ‘em, ten – pages of WordPerfect text. Then there were the very noisy dot matrix printers which had massive sound baffles that took up an entire corner of the office and made a noise like a consortium of agitated woodpeckers arguing.

I have discovered, said he moving off in a completely unrelated direction, that I have a seemingly inexhaustible capacity for eating Marks & Spencer choccy biscuits. I may be sick later.