Friday, Oct. 09, 2009 - 23:07

Week at work was OK. Usual shit. Could have done more, but.. I didn't. I am still of the opinion that it'd be best if I did quite a lot but kept myself sane, so that's what I did (keeping ten percent back in case of emergency).

Got a bit annoyed at the attitude of some of my managers in that they started to concentrate on slightly trivial cosmetic things. We've had the big-wigs on site this Thursday, which (aside from meaning stuff was a bit subdued in the office) did precipitate me having a 'moment' with one of the directors.

I did very well to bite my tongue and not shout "No that's a f*cking stupid idea!" when he came and told me he had a project for me. Which essentially was moving loads of paperwork from one set of folders to a whole lot of new ones, which we would buy to make sure they were all colour co-ordinated. I wanted to ask him if he thought I had nothing better to do?

Admittedly I can see his point to some extent - people are stupid hence customers and visitors will be impressed and fooled by nice stuff they can see - but in truth I'd just like more money and attention paid to things which allow the staff to do their job properly and in conditions less.. um.. well things are OK for the staff most of the time except the days are long (but the overtime is good!).

I started the working week in bad style because I only had three hours of sleep on Sunday night because I stayed up and watched the Steelers vrs Chargers game. I know I am purpetuating this tired nothing experience, so what can I do about it?

This evening I watched 'The Orphanage', and I was very impressed indeed. Very scary indeed towards the end, and very very sad too just afterwards (not to give anything away!). I did like all the gratuitous knob shots after about 70 minutes too :-)

Nice to see rugby sevens voted into the Olympics too. Not, admittedly, that they'll show much. That said, by the time the games come round, and what with digital TV.. might be entirely possible to watch a hell of a lot of different things like that.

I noticed with interest earlier in the week that the phrase "Hole in the Wall" is apparently a registered trademark of Barclays Bank plc. Someone should tell Anton Du Bec and his z-list (possibly non-white!) celebrity friends.

Who decides on the chosen odds to display in betting shop windows? I mean, I know all Ladbrokes (well, give or take some fluctuation due to the local area the shop is in, in the case of odds on footy teams etc?) will have the same or similar odds on a games result, but who chooses that they'll have 'Wolves v Portsmouth - 10 pounds on Wolves to win 2-1 and Jarvis to score first wins 250 quid", in the window, as opposed to another score/scorer? Is it centrally controlled or does the shop boss decide?

Played a bit of chess this afternoon. Won. All the games. OK, so 'a bit of chess' means 'three games', but neverthless I won them all. So fuck you, Ian Brodie!

Peep Show this evening was rather funny. Not actually fall about hilarious, alas, but I think the series will be a grower if/when I get it on DVD. I might try and upgrade my phone tomorrow, if I get into town in time. Meant to be meeting my mate for a load of beverages.

Speaking of beverages, I have drank a bottle of cheap and not partic nice (pass me the antacids!) wine this evening and feel a bit squiffy. I've also been forcing myself to spend time on facebook in an attempt to regain contact with all the friends I've sorta neglect and let slip aside a tad.

Mmm.. time I had a J. Arthur Joddrell Thomas and went to bed, I should think. I might try to refer to it as 'an Anne Frank' in future - seems aptly tasteless :-p