| the productivity analysts will be first up against the wall when the revolution comes |
[Nov. 23rd, 2009|08:29 pm] |
I did not work overtime today.
My plan is to not work overtime this week. I will come home at a sensible hour. I will get up after a sensible amount of sleep. I will eat something. I will get some exercise. I will see my girlfriend. I will see my boyfriend. I will have a conversation with my husband about something that isn't work. I will maybe even do something really revolutionary like clean the kitchen.
The world is my mollusk. |
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| J is for Job Pt IV |
[Nov. 20th, 2009|09:43 am] |
Because my work has been running training classes for everybody in my department on some of the new technology they're buying, I've had to come in early for the last two weeks. Plus nobody did a sodding thing while I was down with pork flu so I've been busting my ass on overtime to try and get caught up. Plus a six-day week last week. And now my cow-orker just annoounced today that he's planning on taking Monday off, so I'll have to start at 7 again on that day. I managed not to strangle him to death with his own shoelaces. But only just.
The English language does not have words for how much I hate the early morning shift. I feel like somebody threw sand in my eyes. And then ran me over with a tractor. And rubbed salt all over what was left. And then put it in a burlap bag and left it hanging in the sun for a couple of days. And then cats peed on it.
Fuck it. It's Friday. I am having a couple of beers tonight. And then I am turning my phone off when I go to bed. I don't care what blows up, falls down or sinks into the swamp, tomorrow I am sleeping the hell in. |
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| one for the Toronto peeps |
[Nov. 19th, 2009|08:47 am] |
The new manager in our in-house technology group is an ex-bouncer from Catch 22.
Small world. |
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| J is for Job Pt III |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|01:17 pm] |
I am in day 2 of a 5-day training course.
I have come to the conclusion that my brain is not well-designed for focusing on a single subject for 8 hours in a row. I can feel myself going cross-eyed by lunch time. |
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| Ow |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|11:20 am] |
My head hurts. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|05:10 am] |
I am drunkz0r.
I go to bed now. |
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| Falling Angels: Chapter Six |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|03:27 am] |
I don't have pets that need feeding. I don't have plants that need watering. Yet somehow I feel like my house misses me when I'm gone for a long time. It's nothing concrete - maybe it's just he extra layer of dust or the fact that the silence has developed legs and started walking around and cussing. But coming home after an extended absence still feels likes like a relief, like something was holding it's breath.
( chapter six. forget how much to drink ) |
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| Falling Angels: Chapter Five |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|02:36 am] |
The trouble with having somebody who is a major force of personality running a project is that when the person is gone the project falters. It doesn't matter how well the system works or how much sense it makes, the people who take part in the project on a daily basis look to that leadership. For weeks after Wayne's disappearance we spent a ridiculous amount of time enforcing systems that had previously worked effortlessly for years. I spent a lot of time feeling like I was pounding rounds pegs into round holes.
( loist count of G&T ) |
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| Falling Angels: Chapter Three |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|01:06 am] |
Visiting the Farm was it's usual chaotic insane and grounding experience. I spent most of the trip home chewing over the fact that maybe living alone was leading me to be freaked out more easily than perhaps was entirely healthy.
( chapter 3 ) |
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| Falling Angels: Chapter Two |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|10:58 pm] |
For some reason I couldn't put my finger on, the whole angel thing just bugged me. I kept getting up in the middle of the night to look out the window, imagining I might see him staring up at me or something. I saw lots of things that I might classify as disturbing, but nothing unusual. Certainly nothing that could have been classified as a divine visitation.
( booze count: 3 G&T ) |
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| Falling Angels: Chapter One |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|10:34 pm] |
Angels don't really get physics. There are tons of stories around of incidents like opening doors on space stations and letting the vacuum rush in because they didn't understand that on the manifest plane things don't necessarily stay where you put them. For that reason it's best always to have one's visitations on solid ground.
( Chapter One: AKA I suck at punctuation ) |
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| bookmark |
[Oct. 30th, 2009|12:45 pm] |
Some interesting bands playing here next month
Left Spine Down, Kathedral: November 5
The Creepshow, Rivoli: November 6
Band Of Skulls, El Mocambo: November 13
The Mad Caddies, Opera House: November 13
Genitorturers, The Mod Club Theatre: November 15
Lacuna Coil, Sound Academy: November 17
Dropkick Murphys, Sound Academy: November 19
Less Than Jake, Sound Academy: November 22
Devo, Phoenix Concert Theatre: November 23
International Pop Overthrow Festival at the Rivoli: November 25-28
Oh yeah, and the Roller Derby championship bout is on the November 26. I've been meaning to go to another game forever. |
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| borked, day five |
[Oct. 30th, 2009|10:08 am] |
Axel announced today that he thinks I have swine flu. I hadn't thought I had any kind of flu or anything other than an especially bad cold, but he pointed at some really obvious symptoms and I had to concede that he might have a point.
So I called tele-health this morning. And waited on hold for an hour before getting offered the option of leaving voice mail. At which point I got cut off. So I called back. Waited on hold for an hour. Finally got to leave a voice mail - and the recorded voice informed me that I would have to wait over an hour for a callback.
Apparently there is an epidemic going on in Toronto right now.
You know how in zombie movies there is always one guy who just never notices? He gets into his car every day and drives to work until the day he just can't get through all the abandoned burning cars on the highway so he goes home and then while he's on the phone trying to get ahold of his boss his wife comes up behind him and chews off the back of his head?
That would be me. |
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| rhinovirus: 1 Siobhan: 0 |
[Oct. 28th, 2009|09:10 am] |
Axel has been pestering me to call in sick to work all week and I finally broke down today and did it. I sound like Tom Waits. Or more accurately I sound like what Tom Waits would sound like if you kept him in a burlap bag with no food or water for several days with a wet sweat sock lodged in his throat.
Not that I would ever advocate doing that to Tom Waits. Him being a musical genius and all. And from all third party accounts a pretty nice guy.
I also would not advocate wrapping Roy Orbison in cling film but that has more to do with the fact the guy has been dead for 11 years.
I think I'm hallucinating. I should probably go back to bed. |
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| today's spam headline |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|12:22 am] |
"Ronald McDonald gangbanged"
Seriously. Is gay clown porn really that much of a bull market? |
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