Declining

It was meant to be a fairly quiet weekend and in many ways it was, but mainly because I spent most of yesterday feeling decidedly unwell. I woke up really early yesterday morning feeling very odd and it took me a long time to work out what exactly the problem was – at which point it dawned on me that I felt really sick. At that point I decided that going to the bathroom would be helpful and promptly threw up. I then went back to bed for a bit and then realised that all was still not well and threw up again. I felt absolutely terrible and whilst I stopped being sick, I had the most awful stomach pains and kept having to dash to the loo.

I have no idea what caused it, but I had eaten some vegetarians haggis the previous evening and that is the only ‘unusual’ thing that I’d had. G had eaten the same food as me over the weekend and did feel a bit off colour on Saturday night, but that was it. Anyway, I shall now be avoiding Scottish food for the foreseeable future.

Yesterday I had a bit of toast and in the evening I ate a bowl of cereal, but beyond that the only thing I had any appetite for was Easter egg – which, as is my usual way, I hadn’t eaten yet. So I ate half an Easter egg (and still have two whole ones to go) and, despite wondering if it might be a really bad idea to do so, actually felt so much better afterwards. I will keep this in mind as the new cure for all ills. I didn’t even get dressed yesterday, which is unheard of, as I am not really one for wandering about in my night clothes, but yesterday I just felt so terrible for a lot of the day that I just wanted to be in bed, where when I wasn’t dozing, I was watching Columbo or reading my book. I was reading The Invisible Man and have been really enjoying it. I did listen to a bit of it via Librivox yesterday when I wanted something to distract my brain but wasn’t up to reading. I think the chap reading it has a really nice voice and that was very soothing. G also read to me for a while. G has a soft Glaswegian accent and that was really nice as well.

Being ill rather eclipsed everything else this weekend although I did watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Saturday night and I really enjoyed that and thought it was a great version of Roald Dahl’s book.

Other things to report… On Friday I told my boss I have an interview for that job. The only reason I hadn’t told him before was that when I got the letter he was really stressed about some stuff and I also didn’t have the date (and still don’t), but we were walking back to the office and given some things we were talking about, it was a good time to mention it. He just went really quiet.

On Friday I was talking to someone I do a lot of work with and we were trying to make a decision about something and in the end we decided to make the decision based on the toss of a coin – so we did. Always a good way by which to make decisions.

On Saturday I phoned my sister because I wanted to know if they had made any provision for my nephew if both she and my brother in law died. Obviously I am not hoping for that to happen, but I wanted to know where my nephew was likely to end up. I said that I’d like to have him if the need ever arose. Mainly just because I would really want to have him, but also because my sister’s in-laws are really weird (even more weird than my own family) and I would hate for him to be brought up by them. My sister said that they haven’t made any provision as yet, but then she went out with some friends last night and mentioned what I had said and they said I was absolutely right and there is no way my nephew should be brought up by her in-laws, as they were indeed very weird. They were even willing to sign a document last night to reflect this if my sister so chose! I think my sister politely declined.

Politics

For a short week at work, it has been really quite tiring, so I am glad it is Friday. We also found out yesterday that some people we do some work with have decided that they no longer want to engage in the process. I think this is a delaying tactic on their part but we shall see. Anyway, that means that one of the people has killed himself (his death had no connection to our work) and two others are refusing to engage on it. Also yesterday I agreed a leaving date for C who works for me, as she has got a new job on promotion. I also think that last week I heard my boss asking for some details on a job, so he might well be leaving. So my forthcoming interview can’t come a moment too soon! I really hope I get the job, as doing various bits of homework in preparation for it has really reminded me how much I like the work.

The other day G asked if A maybe thought I was just considering going back there to be annoying. I replied that that would be an incredibly manipulative reason to get a totally different job and then I said that it really isn’t my problem what A thinks anyway - and incidentally A left and then went back a while later and so hasn’t got a leg to stand on in being affronted or thinking it odd that I might go back. But, as I say, it’s not my problem – and yesterday I actually got an e-mail from someone else who works there telling me that she really hopes I get the job. A couple of people there know I’ve applied and they both seem really pleased at the prospect that I might return and I’d rather focus on that than the negatives.

Anyway, politics is a funny thing. I have been bemused by a few things of late. First was Hillary Clinton telling a story about how she came under ‘attack’ in Bosnia once – when in reality it had been a very pleasant trip and she was actually met by a little girl who read her a poem rather than having a grenade thrown at her. I did have high hopes of Hillary Clinton, but now just wonder if she is as untrustworthy as the rest. You can see a video on it here.

I have also been a bit bemused by some things to do with the mayoral elections in London. Primarily how the Conservatives can put up a candidate who is as much of a buffoon as Boris Johnson. I am not a Tory voter but sadly there are a number who are in London and I fear for the reputation and future of London if he gets elected (and for the electorates sanity). In yesterday’s London Paper though there were a few items about the mayoral elections including a letter from a chap who lives in Guildford in Surrey and is affronted that although he doesn’t live in London he can’t vote in the London mayoral elections. He seems to think that because he works in London that should make him eligible. Well, I work with people who come from huge distances to get to work. I have a colleague who used to come in from Southampton everyday which must be about 80 miles away and I have worked with people who have lived even further away than that. Are they all meant to have a vote? Do we get to vote in their elections too? If you want to vote in the mayoral elections move to London, it’s as simple as that.

The London paper also interviewed various celebrities to find out their top pledge if they were to become mayor. Nick Ferrari who is a DJ on LBC said that he would exempt everyone over 65 from paying the surcharge in our council tax for the Olympics because “Certainly none of them will be competing and many of them will be dead”. I’m sure that pensioners will be thrilled by Nick Ferrari’s declaration that they will probably be dead in four years time.

Then finally, I was amused that our dear Prime Minister seemed to get lost at Windsor Castle during President Sarkozy’s visit. You can hear the Queen talking about it here. It’s a good job that he doesn’t have an important job or anything like that.

Simple

I got my car repaired yesterday and hopefully this time it is actually fixed. It did also mean that I got to leave work early, which was probably the highlight of the day. I’m a simple soul.

If you’re thinking about getting a new job, then you might want to consider this. Assuming that you don’t mind moving to New Zealand – and appearing on television with no clothes on.

You might also want to look at the world in a new way, in which case try and look for ducks wherever you go. They are more common than you might think. Or so it seems. You can even submit your own photos. Very odd.

Meet the family

I heard a bizarre story about someone I do some work with. I had heard that she had been injured last week and required some emergency surgery on her face, which all sounded very painful. Then just as I was leaving work someone told me what had actually happened. Apparently she was walking along the street and not paying a lot of attention to what was going on around her and so didn’t notice the dumper truck reversing towards her… I don’t think it actually ran her over but she somehow ended up face down in the dumper truck and the impact of this seriously injured her face including needing some urgent dental work. I have no idea quite how she didn’t notice the truck or how you end up inside one by accident, but it all sounded incredibly painful and the sort of thing to be avoided.

Anyway, here is my latest addition to my household. This is Sidney the snake and I liberated him from the Natural History Museum.



Look at his lovely face, how could anyone resist him.



He is also jolly handy for keeping the drafts out. He is actually a rattle snake and if you shake his tail (or is that body? Do snakes have a tail?) he does rattle. I am very pleased with him.

Leaking

Well it turned out to be a nice weekend. Lots of time off work, lots of chocolate and lots of other good things.

Thursday I met up with my friend K. I used to work with her and she has been off sick from work for about the last year, so we don’t see each other very much now. Her girlfriend is from New Zealand and they had just got back from spending a few weeks there and are now thinking about moving there. I have already reserved my holiday to go and visit them.

Friday G and I met up with my sister and nephew and we went to the Natural history Museum, which was good but soooooooooooooooooooo busy.






We saw some dinosaurs:







And a polar bear:


And the blue whale:



I don’t know if you can tell in that photo, but it so desperately needs a dust. If you are every popping along there then do take some polish and a duster.

I also made a very exciting purchase (of which TF will totally disapprove) which I will post a picture of tomorrow.

Saturday we were going to go to Bath for the day but when we set off the weather was so terrible that we decided it was better to turn back, so instead we turned off the M4 and went to Henley, which I would have to describe as “disappointing”. Not very exciting and had quite a few really yobbish teenagers and the own two places to get a cuppa was Starbucks and another café which was just filled with children.

As it turned out, it was a good thing that we didn’t make it to Bath. When we got back in the car, we drove for a few minutes and a warning light came on on the dashboard and a message that said the engine was in danger of overheating. I pulled over and lifted the bonnet and all the coolant had gone from the engine. You may recall that when I was away at the end of February my engine had a leak and I had to call out the AA. I then took it to a Ford dealership to get it repaired and they said the coolant had been leaking into the cylinder head, but that they had fixed it. Seemingly not… So I have to phone the garage again today and see when they can take it back to repair it. The problem is actually worse this time, as the car is only drivable for the amount of time I can keep the coolant topped up. I topped it up at a garage on Saturday and when I got home it had all drained out again, so this does rather limit my movements, at least before the car was driveable and I just needed to get it repaired when I could find the time. Now the only time it is wise to drive it is to get it to the garage. I am decidedly unimpressed.

Anyway, back to work. At least it is a short week.

Relaxing

The first day of my long weekend. How lovely… Today will consist of meeting up for lunch with someone I used to work with and then G is coming over later. Then tomorrow I think we’re going to a museum with my sister and nephew and there’ll be another day trip somewhere over the weekend as well – the destination is yet to be firmly decided but maybe somewhere in the west country.

I will also spend some time trying to work through my interview examples because at the moment I feel as though anything I would say at the interview would be entirely incoherent. Fortunately I have time to get my head round it though.

Beyond that there’s a not a lot going on here, but I will try and be more inspired tomorrow, if I have time to post anything.

Just Saying

Last night I watched a bit of a programme about the illegal trade in body parts (as you do) and G phoned me while the programme was on and I mentioned I was watching it. G said “I was just wondering… which of my body parts would you want to keep if I was dead”. “Er…” I replied and decided that this would not be the moment to say “well, as you’d be a decomposing corpse, I’m not sure I’d be desperate to hang on to any of your body parts”. After a quick calculation I decided that saying I would keep G’s hands was the most appropriate response – but then said “but to be honest you would actually be dead, so I could so any body part that I liked and in reality keep none of them”. Somehow, I think the authorities would generally frown upon people retaining body parts.

I’m reading Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult at the moment, which is quite good. It’s about a US high school shooting and its aftermath. Kind of morbid reading I suppose but a fairly speedy (but lengthy) read. It has made me think back to my time at school and to be honest, I can’t really remember much by way of bullying or name calling or other such things at school. There were some people who were really popular, but on the whole they were also pretty nice and I don’t really remember there being this massive hierarchy at school of people who were popular and those that weren’t. I’m sure some people felt left out, but that was probably more due to academic ability rather than anything else. Maybe the years have changed my perception because I know that I certainly didn’t like school and wouldn’t ever want to go back, but I made some good friends at school and when I went to a school reunions a few years ago it was just nice to catch up with a few people.

Having said that, I know that there is horrible bullying that goes on and that some people have a horrible time at school that was just unbearable. The boy who carried out the shooting in the book was a big ball of rage because no-one would listen to him and he was the butt of everyone’s jokes and left out of everything. Sometimes you forget how horrible (some) teenagers can be and how they can pick up on the most insignificant things and make someone’s life a misery over it. I suppose the book has made me think that if you take away someone’s voice (whatever age they are) that sometimes they find new and more extreme ways to express it and you cannot always predict what that will be. I sometimes think that if we just gave people the opportunity to say what is on their mind, to be heard, that there would be a lot less pain and frustration in this world. But then we also have to make the time to listen and I’m not sure that people are always willing to do that. I read somewhere a while ago that in a conversation instead of listening to what they are saying, we are actually thinking about our own response. So instead of focussing on them, we are instead thinking about ourselves and what we are going to say next. I guess maybe that’s human nature, but maybe we should just try and listen a bit more.

Downgrading

Despite having some Irish blood in me, I have never had much interest in celebrating St Patrick’s Day. This year it seems like it was a good thing, as it was cancelled. Charming. Still it might mean that there are a good few people with slightly less sore heads today – because I am sure that they will have listened to the church telling them that due to it being Holy Week, St Patrick’s Day was ‘downgraded’.

The dog we have at work seemed to eat well yesterday. His owner snuck a whole tray of sandwiches out of the office and I saw her removing all the fillings and feeding them to the dog. She just chucked all the bread in the bin. I was really unimpressed, partly because I would have quite liked to eat some of the sandwiches, but mainly because work had paid for those and they will have cost a lot of money and instead they were just fed to a dog. Dogs aren’t even meant to eat human food, as it can kill them. It’s why dog food was invented. I do wonder about the people I work with sometimes.

I also wonder about this. It seems that Basil Brush is being investigated for racism. That’s right, a toy fox is being investigated for racism. In an episode that was originally broadcast six years ago. Right… Mind you, if you spent your life with someone's hand up your backside, you might also make an occasional inappropriate comment. Set the dogs on him, I say.

Finally… if you ever look at your life and wonder what it would be like to start all over again, then maybe you can relate to Ian Usher. If you can relate to Ian Usher then why not buy his life. Yep, buy his life. From 22 June, you have one week in which to place the winning bid on e-Bay to buy his life in Australia and you can have everything from his home, to his car, to his job at the local rug shop (on a two week trial for that bit. It seems that his current employer is willing to give it a go but not entirely insane) and even his friends. He will walk away with his passport and his wallet and hop on the first flight out of Australia. Perhaps you need some time to think about this. Well, you have until bidding starts on 22 June, what more do you need?

Context

I am so glad that this is a short week ahead. I only plan to be in work Monday to Wednesday, work permitting, and then it should be a nice break from work.

I was talking to G on the phone last night, whose sister is getting married over the summer – and apparently I am invited to the wedding. I am not entirely thrilled by this prospect, particularly as I am not sure that the first time I get to meet G’s family would ideally be at a wedding. But I guess at least the focus will be on someone else that day! It all just feels a bit serious to be going to family weddings and the like and it’s making me a bit nervous. I’m sure that in time I will get used to the idea though.

I got a text from a friend yesterday to say that she’d just had her new baby – it weighed 10lbs 3oz. Wow. I have no idea if she had a caesarean section, but one has to hope that she did because that would have been quite some mammoth task otherwise. Compare that to some friends who had a very premature baby last year. He has just celebrated his first birthday and now weighs about 12lbs. I guess it’s all about context.

Operation

It’s Friday, which is a good thing. I am so tired and am on the countdown to a short week next week. It’s my nephew’s birthday tomorrow and I have got him Play doh operation. You get to make the internal organs yourself. What more could a three year old want? I went to a shopping centre reasonably near work to get it and it was like walking into the 1960s. I have not been to such a horrible shopping centre… *thinks*… ever. Still it got the job done.

Anyway, should you wish to know your carbon footprint and how many planets it would take to sustain us if everyone lived the same way as you, then look here. I came out as a 6 and apparently the average for the UK is something like 5.3. There is no way that my carbon footprint is more than the average. I’m not trying to be virtuous, I am just sure that there are a lot of people who are worse than me. So either it is people who are particularly eco-friendly out there or a lot of liars!

This is an interesting website, it has some interesting articles on it, but also some good photos. Worth a look.

Have a good weekend.

Sometimes you win...

We have a dog at work, which belongs to one of my colleagues. When the dog first arrived he was a happy animal who would bound up to people and get a stroke in return. He is now a miserable looking dog, who is a bit smelly and spends his time going through our bins looking for food and doing circuits round the office to keep himself amused. He does keep us amused too, when he occasionally wanders into meetings or leaves a paper trail of destruction behind him. There is something kind of therapeutic about having him about though, and if you can go and wash your hands after coming into contact with him then it can do you a world of good to just give him a bit of attention.

I was talking to someone at work yesterday about the chap who killed himself and she just said “well, it shows that there’s no type. Anyone, however, strong they may appear to be can reach a point where they see no other option but to take their own life.” I can see that – and also that people who kill themselves are not therefore ‘weak’. I think that sometimes make such decisions for seemingly (to them) very rational reasons. It does make me wonder if there was some way to understand the devastation that it would bring to those left behind (meaning family and friends, rather than people who were at rather more of a distance such as myself) that it could somehow have tipped the balance. There’s no way to generalise about these things though. There might be common themes and steps that can be taken to reduce the likelihood but ultimately everyone has their own story, different ways to cope and different thresholds beyond which they potentially can bare no more. It makes you think.

Another thing that made me think was an article on the BBC about missing people. I think I’ve said before that this is an area that really fascinates me, mainly because when I worked at a university one of the students in my department just disappeared one day and had never been heard of since (which must be a good ten years ago now and even at the time the belief seemed to be that she had probably been murdered). Then a few years ago, one of my friends disappeared one day leaving behind her husband and home. I managed, after many months and much persistence, to track her down and I spent a long time talking to her about what was going on with her and she did eventually come back. I sometimes think it is experiences like that which give me my dogged persistence about things – and sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Sometimes people run away whether literally or emotionally and despite attempts to draw them back there is no way of doing so.

I think I am just in the mood to ponder things at the moment – but am neither depressed or in need of an intervention. Have no fear!

I shall leave you with a nice song though.

Strange times

Yesterday turned out to be a weird day. I was about to go home when we heard that someone we do quite a lot of work with had died. Although it’s not confirmed yet, everything is pointing to him having killed himself. Him dying is tragic enough, but through suicide is somehow even worse. He is probably one of the least likely people to take that course of action (although, as it turns out, seemingly not). It has to be said that if we’d had a choice about working with him we would probably have preferred not to. I think it’s best to describe him as robust and direct - but there is no way that we would ever have wanted our working relationship to end like this. We were just utterly stunned by the news and I phoned some colleagues from another organisation that we do a lot of work with to make sure that they didn’t find out through the somewhat unfortunate route that we heard the news. They were equally shocked. We were actually meant to have seen this chap on Monday but at the last minute he said he couldn’t come to the meeting. It now looks as though this was not entirely unconnected to his death.

Strangely, last week, one of G’s colleagues also died unexpectedly. No-one has confirmed what the circumstances were but the death was certainly unexpected and the chap was only his in thirties. They think that might also have been suicide. Strange times indeed.

Anyway… I was slightly perplexed by the suggestion of children pledging allegiance to the Queen. I can see that there might be more of a case to pledging allegiance to the country (although I still think that a bit odd), but pledging allegiance to a person, with all their human fallibilities and frailties, seems downright bizarre. I think it is a suggestion that is doomed to failure and is likely to be more divisive than uniting. Anyone who is in favour of a republic is not likely to standing their at the front of the queue pledging allegiance and is more likely to be standing in the back row laughing at it all. I like that we have a monarchy, I just don’t think this is the answer to “being British”

Representative

I went over to see one of my friends last night who was one of my housemates at university. She got a new car on Saturday – a Lexus 4x4 hybrid. A very nice car but I told her that I was glad that we had met up under cover of darkness so I didn’t get spotted by people in her 4x4. (I’m a very supportive friend sometimes). I also had a quick look at her husband’s new car - a Maserati. I think I must have chosen the wrong career.

I finished reading The Three Musketeers, which I really enjoyed (much to my surprise). I was amused by one particular part of the book, which just had the most stereotypical view of what women are like and made me laugh. The book wasn’t like that anywhere else, there was just one page that seemed to suddenly turn a strong, evil female character into a pathetic mess.

“To escape from prison you have to make holes in wall, tear up floorboards, and loosen bolts, tasks possible for a strong and determined man but impossible for a mere woman.”

And then a few lines later

“Yet had she been a man no effort of that sort would have been too great for her. She had a man’s courage and brain and cursed Fate for having given her a woman’s frail body”

And then finally

“Being a woman she had at first been unable to control her feelings. But by degrees she had calmed down”

The other bizarre thing about the book was that if you read the translator’s preface, it actually told you what happened at the end of the story. Thanks… A good read though and I’ll add something over on the other blog in the next few days.

I meant to mention before that if you have a desire for political power, you could become Mayor of London. Just sign up here and say why you should be elected and if you win the blog vote they’ll give you campaign money to run for mayor. I will be voting in the mayoral elections so if you do turn out to be the successful candidate then maybe I’ll vote for you. Maybe... I suspect anarchy would break out if some of the candidates won though, so we’ll see if democracy is all its cracked up to be.

Lifting stones

Another weekend over and time to go back to work again. I seemed to spend quite a bit of the weekend going through G’s job applications, making some suggestions and redrafting parts of them. Then last night I finally got round to starting my homework for the job I have an interview. I just seem to keep lifting stones and finding more areas to think about. I have made a good start though and am beginning to get my head round some of the issues.

Friday was an interesting time at work. One of my colleagues had a really severe pain in her neck, so we ordered her a taxi so that she could go and see her doctor, but when the taxi turned up she stood up from her desk and dissolved into tears because the pain was so acute. We sent the taxi away and I called a first aider to come and give some advice, partly because we didn’t really know how to get her out of the building and she didn’t want an ambulance. Anyway, the first aider’s advice was to call an ambulance, as she was in such pain and couldn’t walk herself out of the building. So we did and they said they’d send one, but a while later they phoned back and said there was such a high demand for ambulances that they would have to prioritise who got one. An ambulance service assessor then phoned to try and find out how my colleague was doing and after speaking to her and another colleague the assessor said she wasn’t going to send an ambulance and we would have to find some way to move her ourselves. My colleague was just slumped in a chair unable to move because she was in such pain and we did explain that we had previously tried to get her home but that was what had prompted us to call an ambulance. We were left with no choice though because an ambulance was not going to be sent.

In the end one of my other colleagues had some really strong painkillers and we gave them to her so that it eased the pain enough for her to move and we took her to an NHS walk-in centre because she would get seen quicker there than in A&E and she waited there for about an hour and half to be seen (after the hour and a half it took them to say that they weren’t sending an ambulance).

Don’t get me wrong, I know that the ambulance service have a really difficult job to do. I also know that given the choice between attending a major car crash or something of equal severity and sending an ambulance to someone who is in severe pain, that the car crash should probably win, but we only phoned for an ambulance because we felt there was no other option. We went through every other option we could think of to avoid calling an ambulance, but my colleague was in such agony and the plan we had to send her home in a taxi proved unworkable that we didn’t know what else to do. So to be told that we would have to find some other solution regardless was somewhat of a frustrating conclusion to it all.

Incidentally, the diagnosis turned out to be that she had suffered some severe neck muscle damage (I have no idea how) and was given some super-strong painkillers by a doctor and sent home. Hopefully she’ll be feeling a lot better today.

Shortlist

I have on occasion mentioned that I am a fan of John Lewis and I suspect that today all its employees are having announced yesterday that its employees are getting a 20% bonus. 20%!! Wow. It makes my head of unit paying for a few drinks at Christmas pale by comparison.

Anyway, whilst I don’t really see my future career working for John Lewis – although I have now suggested that G gets a job there (bonuses plus a staff discount!) – I have passed the first hurdle on getting a new job. Yesterday I got a letter saying that I had made it through the sift and was on the shortlist for the job I applied for. I am actually impressed with how quickly they wrote to me to tell me. However, the interview will not be until the end of April, as some people have to sit exams first and they have to wait for those to be finished before they can hold the interviews.

I am hoping that a few people will drop out due to the time lag until the interviews and it is unlikely everyone will pass the exams, so hopefully this will whittle down the competition. I sat my exams about five years ago (I can’t believe it was that long ago...) and I think they are worse now then they were then. Not necessarily harder, but you just have to do role plays and all sorts of other things that sound horrible. I am so glad that I don’t have to sit the exams again. I am so pleased to have made it through the sift, so now I am going to turn my mind to preparing for the interview. I think I will have to give a presentation, which is fine, but I really want to read around the subject and make sure I have a broad enough knowledge that I have a view on anything they might ask me. I really want this job and was so pleased to have go this far, so I want to stand the best chance of getting the job.

I can’t remember if I have mentioned this site before, but this is a great site if you want to know what you’re looking at when you gaze up at the night sky. It teaches how to identify the constellations. A little bit of knowledge can go a long way.

Update: The links should now be fixed. I think I was tired when I wrote this...

Summer is almost here. Apparently.

I bought a pair of gloves from Marks and Spencer in January, but took then back yesterday because the leather had split. I had wanted to exchange them, but they didn’t have any in the shop. When I went to get a refund, there was a sign up that said for refunds you had to go to the refund desk, so I had a look for it and then asked a member of staff and was told that they don’t have any refund desks and you can just go to any till. Right. I don’t know if they always did this, but now if you want a refund they have to call a manager over who inspects the goods and sanctions it. The way the woman spoke to the manager etc just made me feel as though the whole process was about assuming that the customer was lying. Whereas actually I have just thought that their products of late have not been up to their usual standard (and I am also not the sort of person who would try and get a dishonest refund, partly because of honesty but mainly because I would crumble under even the mildest cross-examination. I am rubbish at lying). I then asked if they were going to get any more gloves in and they said no, as they are now getting their summer range in. In March. Just as the temperature is starting to go down again. Now that I have no gloves. Pah.

I was talking to G on the phone last night, who is applying for a new job, and we were discussing whether if you went for an interview and all the candidates had to be naked, whether that would make the process fairer. It would mean that there wouldn’t be the ability to persuade the interviewers by wearing a particularly slick suit etc, but I did point that not everyone looks the same under their clothes, so there would still be a certain amount of difference between candidates anyway. But on balance we decided that unless they thoroughly cleaned the chair between each candidate, it could be a rather unpleasant experience to sit where a previous candidate had been. We concluded that going clothed was therefore preferable. We talk about a lot of very important subject matters.

Aspirations

Yesterday I had a meeting with some people who work for another organisation but I do the bulk of my work with. Two of them applied to get promoted and got turned down, which was not good news. It therefore looks like they both might have to find new jobs in the near future, C is already going and I applied for that job I was interested in – so our merry band (and perhaps more importantly, the work we are doing) might be heading for a sticky end. If they are all moving on, I really think that I should try even harder to find a new job, as there is no way I want to be covering the work of four people!

Anyway, I have made some progress on finding a surveyor. I have had three positive responses (out of six enquiries) and it is really interesting to see how different the responses have been, and their quality really affects my perception of who I would be tempted to use. It’s not just down to me, of course, as my neighbours will have to pay part of the bill as well, so will have to make the decision as well. I have a clear favourite out of those I have heard from though (but have no idea what his charges would be…).

On other matters, I am reading the Three Musketeers at the moment. It is a very long and wordy book (which is not necessarily a bad thing). I do think it could have been decidedly shorter if Alexandre Dumas had got on with the plot a bit quicker. I did struggle with it at the beginning because I kept imagining the characters were dogs. Check here, if you have no idea why I would struggle with that…

I have also found a website that is useful for listening to audio books for free, which includes my current read. It is books that are outside of copyright (so published before 1923). It’s called LibriVox and volunteers record chapters so that anyone can listen to a whole array of books. You can volunteer if you want. I think most of the readers are probably American so it could add a new dimension to have a few British accents. Great service though.

If you are into the written word then you might like to take a look at this staircase. I would never make it to the top of the stairs! It’s in London somewhere so maybe I should go and find it. I don’t have any stairs where I live but perhaps this is what I should aspire to.

Snail's Pace

The return to work wasn’t too bad. I still prefer a life of leisure but at least it was still light when I left work – is that normal at the beginning of March?

Anyway… at the weekend G said to me “I wanted to talk to you about something” “Oh, right” I said. “Yes” said G “I was thinking… have you thought about what you might think about us living together at some point” “Erm…” I said.

We talked about it for a while and I said that I wasn’t against the idea, but not at the moment, not least because I think we would kill each other in the amount of space we would both have where I live at the moment. I will buy a house at some point, but not now. I know it’s very unromantic but I said to G that my main reservation is a very practical one. If we lived together and split up, I wouldn’t want either of us to have to be without a home. At the moment, the only circumstances in which I would do it is if my property remained mine and ultimately G bought somewhere else and maybe rented that out. I don’t want to lose the roof over my head, one that I have taken so many years to be able to buy – and after many years of moving from place to place - because of splitting up with someone, and I wouldn’t want G to be without somewhere to fall back on because of us living together. Not very romantic I know, but that’s the way my mind works about such things.

Don’t get me wrong, there are obviously positive things about living together, but I guess I’m not in a hurry. I still feel as though it is early days in our relationship and also that we don’t need to be really intense about things. Slow and steady wins the race, as they say.

The end result...

Back to work today. I think it is fair to say that I am not impressed by this prospect. I had such a nice time off work, what with spending time at the seaside and then also completing a major task – namely redecorating my living room. I also got my car repaired and it is running really nicely now, bought some more shelves for my living room, got my boiler and burglar alarm serviced, got my hair cut and went to the dentist. I probably did more than that, but can’t now remember. It was a busy time.

Anyway, as promised, here are some photos. The room started off like this, which was nice enough, but was a getting a bit tired and rough around the edges (particularly after having the fireplace put in):



Then I painted it all white, including repainting the ceiling (hence the tall ladder):



Then I put some colour on and it turned out like this:



G did put a mug on the window sill on Saturday, which damaged the paintwork, so I whipped out my paintbrush yesterday and fixed that. I will fill the bookcase on the right shortly (mum has been itching for me to take various books from home). I also plan to replace the lampshade (whihc was left by the previous owner) and put a mirror above the fireplace and another couple of pictures on the wall, but beyond that it’s done. A pretty successful week’s work, I reckon.

My next task is to find a surveyor to try and buy the freehold for where I live (incidentally, if you happen to know a good surveyor in the London area then I’d be interested to hear about them). This home ownership thing keeps me busy. But now it’s off to work to pay for it all.

Finished

Apologies for the lack of blogging yesterday. I was rather distracted by such things as finishing my decorating and getting my hair cut and other such things.

The decorating is now finished and I am pleased with the end result. I really will put some photos on here, but I still need to take a photo of the end result. Looking at the photos I think the way the room looked before I started was nice, which it was but it really needed to be repainted as the walls were a bit of a mess and it also did not go with my fireplace at all. There is now a distinct lack of colour in my living room now though, so new curtains etc are called for. Something else I want is a snake draught excluder. Maybe something like this. Only I would rather go and but one in person that over the internet, so if you happen to know of somewhere in the South East of England that sells them then I would be interested to know where that is. I have looked in loads of places and can’t find anywhere that sells them. At the weekend I took the opportunity to visit lots of shops that old people might frequent but was still unsuccessful. So any tip offs would be appreciated.

I still haven’t got my car back because they are having trouble fitting one of the replacement parts. I should get it back today. Hopefully. It’s a decided pain that it isn’t fixed though because I am going to the dentist this morning and it would take me about 20 minutes to get there by car, but about an hour and a half by public transport. I tried to call my mum last night to ask if she would give me a lift, but no-one was at home. I suspect my father was actually at home and just ignored the phone, as is his way. Fortunately my mum called me late last night and said she’d give me a lift, so it isn’t the early start that I had feared. I haven’t slept in any day this week, I’m not very good at making the most of my leave it seems. But at least the decorating is done. Anyway, I’d better go and get my teeth checked.

Cleanliness

I am aching today. Decorating seems to have found muscles that I didn’t even know existed. I still haven’t quite finished painting but I should have done all the walls my about lunch time today and then I just need to paint the woodwork and it will be done.

I’m waiting for the chap to come round and service my boiler and he is due at some point this morning. I cleaned for a while before going to bed last night because when the chap came round to install my fireplace I made him a cup of tea and he said it was the first of the day because he had been to someone else’s house and it had been so filthy that he decided it was best to avoid drinking their tea. It’s just made me feel slightly paranoid that somehow where I live might not pass muster – and who wants to be the person in the next story of someone’s house who was so disgusting. I do actually have a copy of “How Clean is Your House?” and I am going to try and pick up some tips from that. Not that my house is dirty, I might add, I just really dislike cleaning and would like to find ways to make it less of a chore.

Anyway, time to get on with some painting. I’ll try and upload some photos tomorrow, when I have worked out how to get the photos of my new phone.

A catalogue of errors...

I had a really great time away – and am now about half ay through repainting my living room. The whole room is now white and in about an hour or so I’m going to put some colour on the walls (photos to follow…).

Anyway, you may recall that there was a mix up over our holiday booking. Initially they thought we were going in January and then when they realised it was February, they were already booked on the Thursday night. When we turned up the confusion continued because the room was till being used by someone who had been there for the first part of the week. They’d only said that morning that they needed the room all day and they were asleep init when we turned up. The owner was very apologetic but it was fine because we had already planned to go straight out after we’d dropped off our bags, so that we could get the last bit of daylight.

I had a pretty constructive time – I bought a new mobile phone and a work bag and I bought G a rucksack and part of my sister’s birthday present. So despite that all being a bit expensive, I felt as though I had got a lot done.

On Sunday morning we were woken up by the fire alarm going off. As we were about to make our escape, the person in the room next door shouted down to the owner and said that it was him who had set the alarm off – he’d moved his kettle to below the smoke alarm and the steam had set it off. Idiot.

Anyway, we went back to sleep for a bit and then wandered down for breakfast. They do such nice breakfasts there. On the first day I had some delicious pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, then I had a cooked breakfast the next day and was meant to have the pancakes again on the last day, but the owner was having a made moment and cooked me scrambled eggs and salmon instead! Although the place might sound like Fawlty Towers, it is actually a really lovely place to stay and we have had no problems staying there previously. For some reason there just seem to have been a catalogue of errors this time but none of it detracted from our stay and it was all so relaxing and I’d definitely stay there again.

On Sunday we went for a walk at Beachy Head and we were starting to make our way back to the car but we realised that G’s hat had disappeared. G was really tired, so I offered to walk back up the very steep hill to see if I could find it, but it wasn’t there. I then caught up with G and a few minutes later I heard this little voice say “er… I’ve found my hat” and it had been tucked inside G’s coat all along…

Then G was really tired, so I walked back to the car on my own and then drove down to meet G. As we set off in the car back to where we were staying a light started to flash on my dashboard and when I checked in the car handbook it basically said there was a major engine failure (despite the fact the car was driving just fine and the only reason I knew there was something wrong was because there was a light on the dashboard). Oh dear… We got back to where we were staying and I called out the AA. The chap turned up in about 15 minutes and ran a couple of checks and said “well, it doesn’t seem to be mis-firing, which is good because that would have been really bad”. Then he plugged his computer in to diagnose the problem and… it was misfiring. Oh dear…

He looked at the engine and it seems that water has been building up and going into the engine, so all the sparkplugs and leads were corroding. He was surprised I’d managed to drive the car, but I really hadn’t been aware of any problem at all, despite the fact that this had been building up for months. Anyway, he managed to get it fixed but said I’d have to get it repaired properly. So I’ve now got my car booked in to be repaired on Thursday. Fortunately my car is only a couple of years old, so it’s still under warranty. I’m not using the usual Ford dealer that I go to (and won’t be using them again) because I think they should have been aware of the problem but failed to pick it up. So I’m taking it somewhere else to be repaired.

I was thinking about changing form the AA to the RAC, but was so impressed by the AA that I think I’ll stay with them now. The car was back running again in time for us to go the cinema (the first time I have been to the cinema since 2006!). We went to see Juno, which I really enjoyed and thought it was a nicely quirky film and Juno herself was a really likeable character and I liked the humour in the film. We both really enjoyed it. Then we went for a really nice Chinese meal, which was a good end to a slightly chaotic but still really enjoyable day.

Despite the great list of things that went wrong while we were away. It was still such a relaxing time and I didn’t find it stressful at all, which was good.

Now it’s back to painting…

Relaxing

Yesterday was really nice and G liked the birthday celebrations I had arranged. We went to The Landmark for afternoon tea and the food and relaxing atmosphere was lovely. We just sat there for a couple of hours chatting and relaxing. Then we went to see The History Boys, which G really wanted to see. We had both seen the film and it was interesting to see it in its original stage form.

I do sometimes wonder why people find parts of that play so funny though, particularly the bit that is in French, where people laughed *so* heartily. There is a part of me that wonders if some people laugh because they like to show that they can understand someone speaking French. I haven’t studied any French for about half a lifetime now and I could understand 99% of it, so it isn’t very complex French, and I know the acting was good, but people just found it all so amusing. I did think that maybe Alan Bennett was having a bit of a joke at the audiences expense because the play has some social class issues in it and is about some boys at school on Sheffield who are trying to get into Oxford or Cambridge and they’re being taught how to pass the exam and interview – a lot of which is about pretending to be intellectual and different even if you’re not. Which made me think that maybe that’s the point about the part in French, we can all pretend to be intellectual and a bit different because we can understand someone talking in French. Or perhaps, I am reading too much into it and I just missed the joke in that part!

Anyway, G and I are off down to the south coast until Monday shortly. Hopefully it will be a really nice and relaxing time away. Then I’m coming back to redecorate my living room next week. I’ll be back here on Tuesday, assuming that I can bring myself to put down my roller for a few minutes. Have a good few days all.

Late

It has been a decidedly slow start to today. A late start, a leisurely breakfast and a bit of lunch in a few minutes. Then we’re off into London for afternoon tea and then going to the theatre tonight. G doesn’t know what we’re doing yet, as it’s meant to be a birthday surprise. So I’m hoping it isn’t a huge disappointment…

On the way out I am going to put my job application in the post and then that will be finished for now and over the next few weeks I have to start getting answers to all my questions, in the hope that I get an interview.

As a final thought for today, you might like to be careful where you choose to eat and I would suggest avoiding this place. The article leaves me with two main questions. First, why would “oh it’s a message just meant to be seen by staff” somehow seen to be a reasonable explanation? Second, even with the incentive of a free meal, why would you go back?

Wednesday is the new Friday

My last day at work before going on leave. Hooray! I also might have found someone who is interested in taking C’s job (if she goes) and have lined up a meeting on my first day back to have a chat with this person to sound it all out a bit more. So that’s good news.

I spoke to the recruitment people again and explained the problems with the application form. They said to submit the form unsigned and I said I didn’t think that was acceptable, as just based on that they could refuse to include someone in the sift. So they said to post it instead, even though you are meant to e-mail it. *scratches head* I haven’t applied for a job in quite a while, but surely it isn’t meant to be this complicated?

I was interested in this article on the BBC which looked at the reasons behind three disparate communities across the world have populations that live well beyond the average. I’m not actually sure that I would like to live until I was over 100, but I guess if it was a good quality of life and your friends and family were still alive then it wouldn’t be so bad – and who would want to be the person who everybody remembered by saying “she died so young. Only 94 years old”. How embarrassing would that be after all?

We can conclude from the studies that in order to live a long life we should:

- starve ourselves, but when we do eat make it meat free with lots of tofu and soya.
- Eat lots of meat and make sure that there is lots of in-breeding within your family. The addition of a genetic mutation would be even better.
- Become a Seventh Day Adventist (no smoking, no drinking and basically no naughtiness generally) and if possible have a vegetarian diet.

Sometimes research shows that you should be grateful for your three score years and ten and not be greedy...

Just sign on the dotted line

So, I dug out all the details that I needed to finish the application form, which left me with one problem – signing it. It sounds like a simple one to solve: get out a pen and put a scrawl at the end of the form. Except, the form is meant to be e-mailed. So… I could print the form sign it and then scan it back into my computer to send it, but that is a massive amount of work and would actually then mean it would no longer be a word document, they then wouldn’t be able to separate out the diversity data, which is not meant to be included as part of the application etc etc etc. So, I phoned them but the people I needed to talk to weren’t available, so someone else took a message and they called me back and left a message on my phone saying to type my name at the end of the form and that would be fine. So when I got home I tried to do this, but because it is one of those forms where lots of the fields are locked on it – including the signature field – there is no way to type any text in there. These people are idiots.

They are a professional recruitment company but cannot get really basic things right like enabling you to sign a form. Despite it saying the form should be e-mailed, I am going to have to post it to them because presumably the form is invalid without a signature -because you are signing to agree a number of statements. All I can hope is that there incompetence means that lots of people mess up the application process and therefore get automatically ruled out. Every cloud…

Anyway, it’s G’s birthday on Thursday so we are going out with some friends for a meal tonight, which should be good. G is looking for a new job at the moment – partly to try and earn a bit more money and partly to get rid of some slightly psychotic managers. When I hear about jobs that sound interesting I usually suggest them to G – this has included being a tube train driver because I think that could be quite good and you get paid a lot for going up and down the same bit of train track. I have also suggested becoming a film censor, which I imagine would lead to quite an eclectic mix of viewing from children’s programmes to something a bit *cough* more mature. Now if G could combine those two career choices that would certainly make for an interesting journey to work each day for commuters. It’s all about using your imagination.

Application

A short working week ahead – hooray! Only three days in work and then I am leave until March – hooray!

I finished my application form for the job yesterday and except for a few minor details (such as remembering what my current salary is), it is ready to go. I need to phone the recruitment people again today though because the form requires a signature and yet you are meant to e-mail it in, which therefore makes it a bit difficult.

I am actually not overly confident about getting this job. I think a lot of people will apply, some of whom will have more relevant experience than me. I am starting to come up with a list of questions to which I have to find out the answers, so that should I get an interview, even if they ask me something really stretching, I will have thought about it and hopefully have the answer (it’s a very long list of questions…). The problem with doing this is that it reminds me how much I would like to do this job and gets me even more interested in it, which therefore if I don’t get it will mean that the disappointment (and general lack of enjoyment of my current job) will be greatly magnified. But I need to do it in order to give myself the best possible shot at it. It does also cross my mind sometimes that A may well find out that I am applying for the job (the head of unit knows and is not terribly tactful for starters) and if I don’t get it, will probably be pleased. That makes me want to get the job all the more – not to be nasty, I just don’t like the idea of A getting pleasure out of my failing. I have very weird logic sometimes.

Anyway, if you were thinking of a change of job and had previously been imprisoned (a matter of months ago) for inappropriately naming a teddy bear, which of the following would you choose?

Option A: a nice local village in the UK, where the most offensive thing that is likely to happen is someone turning their nose up at the winner of the jam-making competition at the local village fete.

Option B: Perhaps a total change of career at the local Post Office. Maybe dealing with a few pensioners getting their Freedom Passes to travel on the tube at no charge to their hearts content. Plus perhaps an occasional robbery, but that’s why you’re grateful you’re behind a tough bit of glass (and they have signs up that say that aggression towards staff will not be tolerated, so they might give the person a good ticking off too)

Option C: You decide to go and teach in China*. A country that has one of the worst human rights records in the world and doesn’t allow freedom of speech or of the media.

I’ll leave you to work out which one Gillian Gibbons chose.



*Incidentally, I saw a headline on the BBC the other day that said “China expresses its regret at Spielberg withdrawing from the Olympics” and I just had this vision of the entire population of China (all 1.3 billion of them…) lined up like the Terracotta Army, looking very sad and saying in chorus “Mr Spielberg, we’re sorry you’re not coming to our Olympics any more”. It really is time I had some time off work.

Easily Pleased

Well, another Valentine’s Day over and a nice one at that. G and I went out for dinner at Giraffe, which was good and the staff were *very* enthusiastic and *very* friendly. If you went there for a quiet evening you might have ended up killing them, but as they gave G four small giraffes (that they normally give to children to go with their drinks), they were certainly in our good books. We’re easily pleased.

I phoned the company who are running the application process for the job I am interested in. There is something slightly wrong (or at least contradictory) in the way the job has been advertised and so I phoned to clarify. They seemed entirely non-plussed by this, although they were very nice and polite, and just said not to worry about it. Not that I was actually worried, I think there has just been a bit of a screw up in the way it’s been done. Nothing disastrous, it’s more that someone failed to check that they were being consistent etc and so they’ve missed something. Anyway, I shall mention it in the covering letter and leave it at that.

I do soooooooo need a new job though and today I have to meet with my head of unit to talk about my career plans for the future (the “where do you see yourself in ten years time” time conversation) and I’ll have to decide if I should just say “well, not working here”. When I was talking to my boss about it a couple of days ago, I was telling him that I have no interest in promotion and the more senior people become in the organisation the more insane and demanding they seem to be. But then I said to my boss “I realise I can’t actually put that down on the form though”. So what did I do? Well, lie, of course, and say that I might consider promotion “in due course” and maybe bigger and greater things in the “longer term”. Yea right... retirement at age 35 more like.

Choices

So, C got the job, which was good news in one way, but not good news in the sense that she has got a new job and therefore is likely to be leaving her current one. There is a glimmer of hope in that there might be a problem with the terms and conditions (much too tedious to go into here) and so she is looking into that at the moment. It’s a good job that I have a job advert drawn up already and that I am also looking to move on.

I spoke to my mobile phone company yesterday, as I should be eligible for an upgrade. Despite my current contract having expired, every time I’ve logged on to their website to see what is available, it has told me I need to wait until I am in the final month of my contract. As my handset broke several months ago and I have been using one that belongs to G ever since, I do need a new handset. Anyway, it seems that because I am on quite an old tariff I am not eligible for an upgrade. I haven’t tried to upgrade for the last couple of years and have instead reduced my line rental. It seems that my options are: continue to stay on my current tariff with reduced line rental, but pay £1 more than in previous years and I cannot have a new phone as part of the deal; or, change to a similar tariff that gives me more call minutes that I don’t want or need, pay £4 more for the new tariff and have the eligible period to use the free minutes start at 7pm instead of 6pm (so in effect I lose about 30 hours of eligible time). I told them how unimpressed I was, that I thought they were offering me very poor choices and I would consider looking elsewhere. Having thought about it though, I suspect I will actually stick with the tariff I am currently on and buy a new handset. I can’t see the point in changing tariffs to get a “free” handset, when it clearly is not, given I would have to pay about £14 more a month to be eligible (that’s £168 a year! Surely I can get a reasonable phone for less than that?!), but in particular, I would no longer be able to make free phone calls until after 7pm. I think my mobile phone company is being really rubbish, but it is still more competitive than the others. Can I even remember a world without mobile phones now? How I hark back to those days.

Anyway, for any monkey loving readers out there, you’ll like this story (with apologies for linking to the Daily Mail. I used to think I had standards).

Cartoon is from xkcd.com

Perplexed

I watched Supersize v Superskinny last night and having seen it a couple of times previously, I have to conclude that the people who are majorly overweight are much nicer than those who are really skinny. Maybe it’s just that they are less self absorbed. I’m not trying to give anyone a complex and I’m also not trying to say “ooh aren’t all overweight people funny and nice”. I have just found that the people who were overweight were less defensive and generally more friendly, which is maybe surprising given that they probably wanted to gnaw the leg off the sofa.

I am still reading Brideshead Revisited and yesterday I read something in it that until about 6 months ago I had never heard of:

“Does your family always talk about religion all the time?”
“Not all the time. It’s a subject that just comes up naturally, doesn’t it?”
“Does it? It never has with me before”
“Then perhaps you are an agnostic. I’ll pray for you.”
“That’s very kind of you”
“I can’t spare you a whole rosary you know. Just a decade. I’ve got such a long list of people. I take them in order and they get a decade once a week.”
“I’m sure it’s more than I deserve”
“Oh, I’ve got some harder cases than you. Lloyd George and the Kaiser and Olive Banks”
“Who is she?”
“She was bunked from the convent last term. I don’t quite no what for. Reverend Mother found something she’d been writing. D’you know, if you weren’t an agnostic, I should ask you for five shillings to buy a black god-daughter.”
“Nothing will surprise me about your religion”
“It’s a new thing a missionary priest started last term. You send five bob to some nuns in Africa and they christen a baby and name her after you. I’ve got six black Cordelias. Isn’t it lovely?”

Er... so, with all its kind of racist ovetones, it's the “black baby box”. G was talking about this a few months ago and I slightly incredulously asked what it was. Basically it seems that the Catholic church used to (I know very little about the Catholic church, but I assume no longer does) get school children to put money (maybe a few pence) in the ‘black baby box’ and then it would be sent to Africa to do – I’m not really sure what specifically, but apparently it would be noted if you didn’t put money in (incidentally I’m sure it wasn’t to get babies named after you as in the quote above). Is it just me who had never heard of this very strange Catholic act of charity??

Anyway, on other matters, yesterday I helped C to prepare for an interview this morning. We went through each of her answers and I gave her some advice on how she could make them a bit more high level and maybe put herself across a bit better. Given that we don’t actually want her to leave, I’m not really sure why I am willing to help her prepare, but I guess it seems a bit mean not to do so. So fingers crossed that she doesn’t get it...

Results

I had a busy lunch time yesterday. I went to M&S and returned some shoes. I only bought them a couple of weeks ago and they’re already falling apart. A couple of weeks ago Jeremy Paxman complained his pants were no longer up to standard. Well, let me tell you, there shoes aren’t much better. When I took them back, it looked like I had been wearing them for years, they were in such a state. Anyway, they took them back and refunded me my money and then I went elsewhere and bought a new pair of shoes that will hopefully last a bit longer.

I also got a phone call from my water company and they said that as I live on my own they will refund some of the charges for last year and will reduce my water bill by about £80 this year. I don’t have to fill in any forms or do anything else. I just have to let them know if someone else moves in. How very easy.

I then bought a birthday card and Valentine’s card for G. So many Valentine’s cards are very full on and seem to involve declaring undying love, so I had to choose carefully, but it’s a mine field. Obviously a card that basically says “yea, you’re alright” is no better, so I stood there for ages looking at cards trying to find one that was nice but no overly gushing. I am such a romantic…

I also talked to my boss yesterday afternoon. We had to discuss my plans for the future etc, as every one at my grade and the grade above has to go through some weird assessment process. I am very sceptical about this process. I already work somewhere that is basically about “jobs for the boys” and seems to operate on some old boys network (not that it’s actually gender specific) and I was saying to my boss that I thought it was really unfair that people now seemed to get jobs based on who they know – no more advertising posts, it’s about knowing the right people. I think this new process is merely going to exacerbate the problems. I have a meeting with my head of unit on Thursday and I will say the same to him. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t get out of this process and I will fill out the assessment, but I will be keeping an eye on the outcomes. Anyway, I hadn’t really planned to tell my boss about me thinking of applying for a new job because even though it was a meeting about the future, it wasn’t about specifics in that sense, but at the end he asked me if I was happy to carry on in my current post and I said “erm… interesting question…” and then explained my latest thoughts. I think my boss is now a bit concerned that I might leave, as might C – and that being the case he might decide to go as well! Anyway, it was all fine and I just said that I’d tell my boss what I decide to do etc.

In other news, I see that a new Mr Man has appeared and he is called Mr Rude – and is French. No cultural stereotypes there at all then. You can find him here, along with the whole Mr Men and Little Miss family.

I have also now set up my book blog, which is just a way of me keeping records of what I have read. My boss said to me yesterday that I have strong analytical skills, but I’m not sure you will find that my book analysis is always that insightful!

Lost

How can it be Monday again? Fortunately this is my last full week in work until March, as I am on leave half of next week and all of the following week. Not that I am counting down you understand.

Anyway, it was a good weekend, despite being incredibly tired on both Friday and Saturday nights. Saturday G was over and my sister and nephew came round for lunch and then we all met up with my mum and went to a farm. The farm was ok, but there didn’t seem to be as many animals as there were sties/ pens/ stables etc, which was a bit of a disappointment. They did have some guinea pigs there though and they were very, very cute and one day I might think about getting one. I’m glad I liked them more than, say, a cow. My nephew caused us a couple of frights though. First, he was running round on some haystacks that had been set up for children to play on and misjudged where he could jump and went plummeting down to the ground. Fortunately there was a mat there but he was very shocked and upset by it all. He got back on the haystack again but I then had to keep climbing up to wherever he was because he was too nervous to jump down on his own. Then just as we were about to leave, he disappeared and it took quite some searching to find him – he has merrily wandered off and was playing in a playground area. My sister was not best pleased with him, but all was well.

We then went back to my parents’ house and had dinner. My father was his usual odd self and could be found standing in the dark just watching what was going on a few times, which is just a little bit creepy... he is an odd man...

Yesterday G wasn’t very well, so we didn’t do a lot. I did, however, fill out the application for the job I am thinking of applying for. I have sent it to a friend to ask her to look at it and will see what she thinks of the examples that I have used, but I keep having moments where I think there is no way that I could get the job and that I shouldn’t build up my hopes that I might get it. I guess you never know unless you try. I’ve still got time to decide though and have a chance to rework the answers if I want to. I’m glad that I have done the bulk of it though, as the hardest part is probably already done. Except... I have a one to one with my boss this afternoon and I have to decide whether to mention it to him. That might seem odd to some, but at work we basically normally have to tell our managers if we are applying for anew job, as they usually have to endorse the form in some way. In this instance he doesn’t, but it seems odd not to tell him and maybe a bit unfair. I’ll maybe see how the conversation goes and decide at the time.

Oh and I’m still progressing well on the book reading front and am in the process of (very slowly) putting a little compendium together of the books I have read on a new blog, which I’ll link to at some point when it maybe has something to look at – although it is being done more for my own sake than that of others. Anyway, it will probably appear some time soon.

Late

Friday at last, although I’m not actually going into work first thing, as I have to go and give a talk this morning. I will wander into work after lunch (as I get free sandwiches after the talk and I’m not one to turn down free food). Then hopefully I’ll have the chance to catch up on the work that has built up while I have been out of the office this week and then head home.

I went to a meeting yesterday morning and arrived in time for the start but the chap at the reception desk was so slow that it took almost twenty minutes to get a pass and he then directed me to the wrong meeting room, so I had to go back to reception and ask him to tell me the correct one. He couldn’t find out so then I had to go somewhere else and find someone I knew who did know where the room was and he took me there. I was a mere thirty minutes late!

Given that my mobile phone broke last year and I am therefore using G’s old phone I want to replace my handset. My contract expired on 1 February, so I logged on to see what the options are but the site says that I’m not eligible. I phoned my mobile phone company to ask them about that and some other things and when they checked they agreed that my contract has expired and that I am now eligible for an upgrade but they get exactly the same message as me when they try to look at the options – I’m not eligible. So now I need to phone back today and they’ll see if they can work out the reason why. I could upgrade over the phone, but I want to be able to look at all the different options for myself first and then I can call them after that if I want to speak to someone. Why are these things never straightforward?

Anyway, it’s the weekend ahead, which might include a visit to a farm with my nephew and some application form writing. It’s an exciting life.

Delays

My trip north of the border was good, despite the flight taking off over an hour later. Fortunately I happened to be on the same flight as the chap who was chairing the meeting so it couldn’t start until we got there anyway. I flew on BMI and it turns out that if you join their loyalty scheme you can have free food and a cuppa on the flight (normally you have to pay). I fly BMI quite a lot, so I’ll be signing up for that. I do like a bargain.

The flight home left very promptly and I landed back in London early. All went well with my journey home until the final bit which involved a bus. There hadn’t been one for ages and when it finally came up in the board that it was 13 minutes away I decided it was going to be quicker to walk because the traffic was terrible and there was a reasonable chance that it would be too full for people to board anyway. So I set off for the 35 minute or so walk home (with my luggage, but I do try and travel fairly light) and when I was about 3 or 4 minutes walk from where I would have got off the bus, it went past. So I didn’t really save any time, but I did at least get a bit of exercise and didn’t end up stranded at the bus stop.

The job I was thinking about applying for was advertised yesterday. Looking at the application form, I think I can come up with examples for everything they require, including the specialist bits. I’ve got until the end of the month to send it in, so I need to get thinking about what I’m going to say and then put pen to paper. The chap who heads up the work sent me an e-mail last week (in response to one from me) and seemed quite keen for me to apply and someone else from that office sent me a text and said she’d sent me an e-mail to tell me the advert was out and then said “Apply!”, so there is a nice bit of encouragement from people. I’m certainly going to give it a go filling out the form and if I feel comfortable with it when I have completed it, I’ll send it in.

I might also have found a solution to the affordability of being able to go to Canada...

The Day of the Triffids

I finished reading The Day of the Triffids on Friday and thought it was excellent. I would never have read it were it not for my new found quest to read a whole variety of books over the next year or so. I am now reading “If not now, when?” by Primo Levi, which is going ok, but hasn’t immediately grabbed me.

Anyway, Day of the Triffids was well worth a read and told the story of the aftermath of a comet shower which left most of the population of the world blind. The only people who weren’t were those who happened not to see the comet shower, such as Bill Masen, the main character in the book who was in hospital with his eyes bandaged due to an eye injury caused by a Triffid.

When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.

It is, in itself, just a good read and you can read it for the story telling power of it. But I thought it also raised a whole load of interesting issues about society. First of all was the expectation that the government, emergency services etc would be there to take control of the disaster. Only because each of those resources relies on people and they are no more immune from the ill-effects of catastrophic disasters than anyone else, they weren’t there to help.

What also struck me, which admittedly was at least in part because the main character was sighted and we were following his account of what happened, was that if you put yourself in the position of what you would do, you assume that you would be amongst the sighted. But given that probably 99% of the population was blind chances are that you would actually be amongst them.

Various ethical dilemmas came up as well. There were sighted people who saw their first and primary duty as to help those who were blind. There were other sighted people who saw that the ideal was to help those who were blind but that the sheer scale of it was beyond being able to save anyone if they did that, so they had to make a tactical withdrawal and focus on the vast minority who might make it. Then there were those who either killed themselves out of despair at what had happened, particularly their ability to cope with instant blindness or the sighted who built their own barricades and would allow no-one to get close in case they took the little that had been scavenged.

You know, one of the most shocking things about it is to realise how easily we have lost a world that seemed so safe and certain.

There was also the view of the law. Given that the entire infrastructure had been destroyed. Did it become ok to break into shops and houses in order to obtain items to ensure at least basic survival? Also given that there was no longer anyone in authority, what kind of society was ahead? Did people want to rebuild the same social order as before based on the same laws and morals and cultural practices – or was it time to start again, to take a pragmatic view that with so few people repopulating England, having a viable population that allowed time for some to think and to plan and not just toil was more important than say marriage laws (taking into account this book was written in 1951). Really fascinating thinking about which decisions you would make – assuming you were one of the few that was fortunate (if that is the right word) enough to have survived.

Until then I had always thought of loneliness as something negative-an absence of company, and, of course, something temporary. That day I had learned that it was much more. It was something which could press and oppress, could distort the ordinary and play tricks with the mind. Something which lurked inimically all around, stretching the nerves and twanging them with alarms, never letting one forget that there was no one to help, no one to care. It showed one as an atom adrift in vastness, and it waited all the time its chance to frighten and frighten horribly-that was what loneliness was really trying to do; and that was what one must never let it do.

There was also the issue of how do you cope with losing all your support, all those things that you thought would always be there – from basic utilities, to your home, to your friends and family. Instead you have to find safe places away to start again and build relationships with people who you never even knew existed before disaster struck. You have to work out whether you can trust people who are in as equally a desperate situation as yourself – is it better to work together or to rely only on your own resources? If you only rely on yourself, what a way to face a new world where you have to rely on tilling the land and with no outside communication and no-one to rely on. Food for thought.

It did end on a note of reasonable hope, but also didn’t have a nice happy ending – which would have been rather an unsatisfying end actually.

It was a really good book and was not what I would think of as science fiction, but more taking every day life and saying “what if...?”. If you want to read it, the text is online here – but I think it must have been optically read and that the reader had trouble telling the difference between “b” and “h”! Also, don’t print it because it would be about 150 pages. If you get the chance give it a go and let your mind start to imagine...

Anyway, I'm off to the airport. I'll be back here on Thursday.

Trips

Another weekend over and I am once again on the countdown to the weekend and being on lave in a couple of week’s time. I’m actually off north of the border tomorrow and Wednesday and am probably not in the office on Friday either so hopefully the week will go fairly quickly. I feel like I’m wishing my life away, but am still surprised that we have made it to February already.

It was a nice weekend and G and I went for a walk on both Saturday and Sunday around the local area – mainly just to get some exercise in rather than just vegetating at home. We didn’t get our 10,000 steps in on either day but got a lot of the way there, which is better than most weekends.

We also spent a bit of time thinking about holidays – the plan was Canada, but as yesterday evening went on, G went quieter and quieter and a couple of times I asked what was wrong, but G said everything was fine, which I didn’t believe (and said so). Then after a while G said that it just didn’t seem affordable. G does earn quite a bit less than me, and I think it would mean there would no money left at all for any other trips away during the rest of the year. So I think we may have to come up with another plan. Last year I only went out of the country briefly with work a couple of times, so this year I have to escape the UK for a break. Not that I don’t like the UK, I just need to go abroad though. So now, I need a reasonably priced destination that we can both afford and still have money left over for a few more trips away. I shall have to ponder this one more carefully.

Opportunities

I was talking to someone at work the other day, who as it turns out has been really ill over the last couple of months and almost died. She was explaining what had happened and whilst she did not go into great detail, I began to feel me head start swimming and had to bring the conversation to an end before I ended up passing out. I had to sit down for a few minutes until my head stopped swimming. I am such a wimp.

Yesterday my boss told me that there are proposals for more changes at work. My heart just sank. We have been through so many changes already – the place I work has grown at a massive rate, names have changed, priorities have changed. I was in a unit that merged with another unit and then a few months later we split off again. I’ve had countless changes of bosses (at a range of levels) and probably lost of other things that I have chosen to forget. Now the suggestion is that part of another organisation joins us. I think this would be really bad news for me and I am hoping that it won’t happen. Certainly everyone I know is arguing against it, but it is for others rather more senior to take the ultimate decision.

I have actually been feeling quite down about work this year and have been thinking that maybe I just need to move on from the organisation in which I currently work. Yesterday’s news just made me think that I cannot stand working somewhere that is in constant flux. I want to go into work, know what it is that I am trying to achieve, get that done and go home again. I’m not sure that is possible where I work. I try to focus on what I have to do and let the other stuff range on around me, but it is easier said than done.

So yesterday afternoon I sent a couple of e-mails to old bosses and just mentioned that I might be seeking out a new job. I knew that one has a job going but applications close today, so I didn’t want to apply for that right now. That old boss sent me a reply and said she didn’t know of any other jobs coming up in the near future but she’d keep me in mind if one came up. The other old boss replied as well and said they are actually advertising a whole load of jobs next week. So that’s good news. The down sides are: it’s a massive open competition and I think it will be pretty tough to get one of the jobs and it would be working back in the same place as A again. I was talking to G about it last night who said that if I the latter issue dissuade me then A still has some control over the decisions I make about my life and so I should just do what’s right by me, which I have to agree with. So we’ll see what I think when the job adverts come out...