I should really take the entire winter off work. Or—why not?—forever. My brain does not cooperate.
One more reason I don’t regret not accepting an invitation to act up into my former manager’s role: the insistence on the exec team on in-person meetings which could just as easily—and effectively—be conducted online. So it is that the poor chap who took the role must set out on a two-hour jaunt from a …
How sad. The only letters I get these days are from charities begging for more money. Maybe they’re my last friends.
It’s best not to take things personally. So what if my proposal for a team is consistently turned down by the organisation, but an individual service finds the money to fund an external consultant for a year to do the work we’d do, without consulting me at all? I can’t be bothered with these battles. …
We’re stuck, failing at jobs we hate because… We have bills to pay, mouths to feed, futures to fund… Forget the midlife crisis. Even the midweek crisis. This is the daily existential crisis, during which we wonder what we’re doing with our lives. We’re demotivated and drained, staring at screens, egging our work on to …
Preserve me from PowerShell parameters, pipelines, patterns and practices. Give me a GUI anytime. Point and click, drag and drop. It’s true: I’m not a real tech nerd, for I detest the command line interface. Perhaps I’m a visual thinker.
Oh, give us strength. The right-wing press is epileptic about white poppies, all of a sudden noticed a full ninety years after they were first conceived by the Peace Pledge Union. Remembrance Day is not the time for campaigning for a peaceful world, demands the breakfast show host on talk radio. How disrespectful to demand …
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.
“When a clown moves into the palace, he doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.”
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 …
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 love really long emails in which colleagues explain why they haven’t got the time to do the work they could have completed in the time it took to write the email.
