Same as ever

Here we go – back in the jug again after a nice long Easter holiday. I didn’t mind the getting up for work side of it so much, but I could have done without the commute and I had definitely forgotten the joy of sitting at my desk like a lemon for 15 minutes while our antique system boots up and lets me onto the network.

I could be at home sitting in the garden sipping coffee and surveying our domain; it’s excellent weather for that. Not so much for sitting in an office. The irony of course, is that were it not for the mind numbing tedium of this place, there would be no house or garden to long for. You don’t have to die to achieve purgatory; you simply have to live an existence where you do not have independent means. Still, onwards and upwards.

Once it had loaded up, my email box was predictably full, but interestingly included a couple of things that had squeezed past the spam filter. The one was a predictable little missive from a bot that liked to use the words, nubile and pert. Of that I shall say no more save than to reassure you that it has found its way into the junk folder. The second was more interesting, though probably no more likely to originate from a real person (but who knows?): it was a well-written round robin grumble about the political situation in Bahrain and was particularly rude about the ruling Al-Khalifa dynasty.

The thing is, it asks me to forward it so that the news can get out. I can’t make up my mind whether it’s real or just a sophisticated spam/chain letter. Not that it matters, of course; I couldn’t forward it from an office email address. “Job’s worth” and all that.

Same as ever

Here we go – back in the jug again after a nice long Easter holiday. I didn’t mind the getting up for work side of it so much, but I could have done without the commute and I had definitely forgotten the joy of sitting at my desk like a lemon for 15 minutes while our antique system boots up and lets me onto the network.

I could be at home sitting in the garden sipping coffee and surveying our domain; it’s excellent weather for that. Not so much for sitting in an office. The irony of course, is that were it not for the mind numbing tedium of this place, there would be no house or garden to long for. You don’t have to die to achieve purgatory; you simply have to live an existence where you do not have independent means. Still, onwards and upwards.

Once it had loaded up, my email box was predictably full, but interestingly included a couple of things that had squeezed past the spam filter. The one was a predictable little missive from a bot that liked to use the words, nubile and pert. Of that I shall say no more save than to reassure you that it has found its way into the junk folder. The second was more interesting, though probably no more likely to originate from a real person (but who knows?): it was a well-written round robin grumble about the political situation in Bahrain and was particularly rude about the ruling Al-Khalifa dynasty.

The thing is, it asks me to forward it so that the news can get out. I can’t make up my mind whether it’s real or just a sophisticated spam/chain letter. Not that it matters, of course; I couldn’t forward it from an office email address. “Job’s worth” and all that.