caddyman: (Severe Delays)
What a day I have had.

How do I loathe thee?

Let me count the ways...

Firstly: That overused phrase: Severe Delays on the Northern Line. Without taking resort in vulgarities, I am running out of ways of talking about this. Luckily, I shan't have to any more; [livejournal.com profile] jimfer has provided me with an icon that says it all. Whenever you see that from now on, you will know. Severe delays on the way home last night, severe delays on the way into work this morning, severe delays on the way home tonight. Now it has been suspended entirely, and probably won't be open tomorrow at all. I'd like to believe that the Tube drivers really do have my best interests at heart, but frankly they are just a bunch of overpaid arseholes and workshy lefties. They strike at the drop of a hat, for any excuse. They may even be right this time for once, but their credit ran dry years ago.

Secondly: Intarweb connection. Off at 7pm (apparently, I don't know - see firstly above. Finally reconnected around 10.30 after hanging on the phone line for an hour before I could get to speak to a person. That's service. One of the of the reasons I moved away from Entanet was because of their shoddy help line. This is the first strike; Plusnet are allowed two more.

Thirdly: October is our busiest time at work. Attendance is screwed royally because of the point already made - see firstly above. My boss has gone on holiday for a week, and the divisional manager is about to take two weeks. Oh joy. In the meantime, operating rule 8 has kicked in: this rule is the one that states (and I am paraphrasing here,) The fewer people that are are available to do the work, and the tighter the deadline this work must be done by, particularly if a) the work in question involves budgetary decisions concerning subsidy of £4 billion (give or take a shekel), and b) said deadline is immutable, then rule 7 shall be suspended, and staff affected shall organise additional and exhaustive meetings to debate the lack of operational time in which to fulfil the task.

Fourthly: Summer continues into October, and temperatures and humidity levels remain well above the seasonal norm. Life is uncomfortable and the air oppressive.

Pah.
caddyman: (Severe Delays)
What a day I have had.

How do I loathe thee?

Let me count the ways...

Firstly: That overused phrase: Severe Delays on the Northern Line. Without taking resort in vulgarities, I am running out of ways of talking about this. Luckily, I shan't have to any more; [livejournal.com profile] jimfer has provided me with an icon that says it all. Whenever you see that from now on, you will know. Severe delays on the way home last night, severe delays on the way into work this morning, severe delays on the way home tonight. Now it has been suspended entirely, and probably won't be open tomorrow at all. I'd like to believe that the Tube drivers really do have my best interests at heart, but frankly they are just a bunch of overpaid arseholes and workshy lefties. They strike at the drop of a hat, for any excuse. They may even be right this time for once, but their credit ran dry years ago.

Secondly: Intarweb connection. Off at 7pm (apparently, I don't know - see firstly above. Finally reconnected around 10.30 after hanging on the phone line for an hour before I could get to speak to a person. That's service. One of the of the reasons I moved away from Entanet was because of their shoddy help line. This is the first strike; Plusnet are allowed two more.

Thirdly: October is our busiest time at work. Attendance is screwed royally because of the point already made - see firstly above. My boss has gone on holiday for a week, and the divisional manager is about to take two weeks. Oh joy. In the meantime, operating rule 8 has kicked in: this rule is the one that states (and I am paraphrasing here,) The fewer people that are are available to do the work, and the tighter the deadline this work must be done by, particularly if a) the work in question involves budgetary decisions concerning subsidy of £4 billion (give or take a shekel), and b) said deadline is immutable, then rule 7 shall be suspended, and staff affected shall organise additional and exhaustive meetings to debate the lack of operational time in which to fulfil the task.

Fourthly: Summer continues into October, and temperatures and humidity levels remain well above the seasonal norm. Life is uncomfortable and the air oppressive.

Pah.

Severe delays.

Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 01:09 am
caddyman: (Aaargh)
When I am all growed up I am going to be PRIME MINISTER. And then I shall put everything right for everybody and be nice to all the other people in the world and make sure they all have nice places to live and lots of nice things to eat.

BUT FIRST I'M GOING TO SPEND EVERY FEKKING PENNY THE COUNTRY CAN AFFORD TO PUT THE FEKKING NORTHERN LINE RIGHT!

Severe delays.

Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 01:09 am
caddyman: (Aaargh)
When I am all growed up I am going to be PRIME MINISTER. And then I shall put everything right for everybody and be nice to all the other people in the world and make sure they all have nice places to live and lots of nice things to eat.

BUT FIRST I'M GOING TO SPEND EVERY FEKKING PENNY THE COUNTRY CAN AFFORD TO PUT THE FEKKING NORTHERN LINE RIGHT!

Bleh, again

Wednesday, August 24th, 2005 10:48 am
caddyman: (Default)
This is weird. Cold sweat is rarely a sign of glowing good health; I am not precisely ill, yet I am not well, either. Something doesn't feel quite right and I can't figure out precisely what it is.

Other than the remnant ache in my back from the weekend (nearly cleared up now, thanks for asking), I am not in actual physical discomfort, nor do I feel nauseous. And yet, for want of a better word, I feel wan, washed out. Werte I a battery you would be taking the back off the remote and looking at me suspiciously, not sure whether to put a new one in, or soldier on in the hopes that there's still some life in the cells yet.

Yesterday I left work comparatively early, got home before six, and spent most of the evening slumped on my bed, listening to the radio, drifting in and out of semi-sleep.

Beastie bless him, reckons it sounds like Hypoglycemia. Admittedly I didn't eat much yesterday, skipping lunch and all, so that's a possibility. But middle-aged fatties worry when anything that sounds diabetes related is mentioned. My quack keeps telling me that I should be diabetic, and I keep pointing out that I'm not, and have the blood tests to prove it. That in mind, such words as the one beginning with 'H' above do tend to tickle the worry glands a touch.

Maybe I've just got beri-beri. At least that's newsworthy.

Back to work, I guess.

Bleh, again

Wednesday, August 24th, 2005 10:48 am
caddyman: (Default)
This is weird. Cold sweat is rarely a sign of glowing good health; I am not precisely ill, yet I am not well, either. Something doesn't feel quite right and I can't figure out precisely what it is.

Other than the remnant ache in my back from the weekend (nearly cleared up now, thanks for asking), I am not in actual physical discomfort, nor do I feel nauseous. And yet, for want of a better word, I feel wan, washed out. Werte I a battery you would be taking the back off the remote and looking at me suspiciously, not sure whether to put a new one in, or soldier on in the hopes that there's still some life in the cells yet.

Yesterday I left work comparatively early, got home before six, and spent most of the evening slumped on my bed, listening to the radio, drifting in and out of semi-sleep.

Beastie bless him, reckons it sounds like Hypoglycemia. Admittedly I didn't eat much yesterday, skipping lunch and all, so that's a possibility. But middle-aged fatties worry when anything that sounds diabetes related is mentioned. My quack keeps telling me that I should be diabetic, and I keep pointing out that I'm not, and have the blood tests to prove it. That in mind, such words as the one beginning with 'H' above do tend to tickle the worry glands a touch.

Maybe I've just got beri-beri. At least that's newsworthy.

Back to work, I guess.

And again...

Friday, July 15th, 2005 01:33 am
caddyman: (Default)
I am very tired, but for some reason I can feel the adrenaline going round my veins. I really don't know why, but as it is adrenaline, it gives energy when you don't necessarily need it. I really just want to go to bed and sleep. I tried that earlier, I was beyond restless.

So. Plan B

I have a can of Kronenbourg 1664 next to me. I am hoping that a very modest amount of alcohol will help me doze off. Still, tomorrow is my last day in the office for a week. Get through that and the world is my lobster.

And again...

Friday, July 15th, 2005 01:33 am
caddyman: (Default)
I am very tired, but for some reason I can feel the adrenaline going round my veins. I really don't know why, but as it is adrenaline, it gives energy when you don't necessarily need it. I really just want to go to bed and sleep. I tried that earlier, I was beyond restless.

So. Plan B

I have a can of Kronenbourg 1664 next to me. I am hoping that a very modest amount of alcohol will help me doze off. Still, tomorrow is my last day in the office for a week. Get through that and the world is my lobster.

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