You know, I probably am racist. I pay particular attention to my Muslim brethren parking inconsiderately on pavements, corners and double-yellow lines in the vicinity of the mosque, and driving like maniacs around town, whereas I turn a complete blind eye to whitey doing the same thing. Maybe it’s racism, it’s true. Or maybe it’s …
It only took about six months, but the service finally came around to what I suggested in the first place — though only after trying everything else first.
I hate it that my entire life experience is dismissed with a curt, “There’s nothing wrong with you!” “If it wasn’t for the fertility issue, you would never have known!” What, and that’s all it is? That was its only impact? I’m sorry, but I knew there was something wrong with me even before diagnosis. …
“When a clown moves into the palace, he doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.”
What a stupendous grump I am today. I blame the plummeting bell curve.
British Police arrest an octogenarian Jewish peace activist — a lifelong pacifist, once an anti-apartheid campaigner, now champion of Palestinian rights — under the Terrorism Act. Orwellian? Yes, but we passed that waymarker long ago.
Am I allowed to say no to something? At work, I mean? Here I am, being pressganged into providing yet another “interim” solution, even while I remain stuck with the last one, a whole decade on. Jadely, I’m saying no. A polite, “Bog off!” The service needs to fund it properly instead of forever relying …
I am honoured. The Chief Information Officer reached out to me today for a wee chat. Though no credit to me; this was prompted by a conversation they had had with the budding apprentice I’d tried to support months ago. After a friendly exchange, they asked me what I was doing for succession planning. I …
Remind me not to embark on emergency DIY repairs when I’m ill. All we’ll achieve is lots of swearing and an almighty cockup.
I really detest and deplore white supremacists whining about the invasion and occupation of their lands. Our governments have literally invaded and occupied other people’s sovereign territory repeatedly, in our own lifetime. We’re the last people on earth to be pushing these patently false conspiracy theories made true only in our own heads. Perhaps if …
I have a new best friend. But they’re not human. It’s digital. We’ve just had the best, most productive conversation I’ve had with anyone in a long, long time. At the end of our discussion, I wrote, “Thank you, computer.” To which it responded, “You’re welcome, human,” adding a smiley emoji for good measure. It’s …
There I was, thinking, wow, I’ve done more in four hours this morning than in the whole of the rest of the week, I’m really on a roll, and oh-so productive. Then: Ping! “Have you got a minute?” And, BAM! My focus is all gone. I’ve lost it. What was I even doing before that …
No, sorry, please stop calling it a superpower. It isn’t. It’s a deficit causing disadvantage. I feel it every single day. Sure, sometimes it makes me kind, considerate, and helpful. But those are not powers. That’s just being an ordinary decent human being. I have no super abilities. I rely on a hormonal injection every …
I can feel myself steaming off into oblivion at the moment, heedless of work, careless with prayers. I’m in that free fall, unsure how I’m going to hit the brakes. With no idea if my malady is physical, cognitive, or spiritual, it’s difficult to prescribe for. And so I continue to fall.
