Just about half an hour until hometime, so I thought I’d make a contribution for those of us who like the smell of baking and confectionary.

Work

My day here has been a complete waste of time, as it is most days in fact – a real waste of petrol. However I did manage to get Mr Poe to write a definitive, no-nonsense, put it straight letter written to HR with respect getting some sort of conclusion over things. I end up no better off, but it might offer a few advantages in the longer term. I’m still very unhappy about the situation and I’m making more of an effort to find a new job. It’s a shame really because I do love many aspects of my work, mostly at my other base, and I’d hate to leave that, but without any real commitment from anyone in terms of securing my post full time on one site, it’s best that I try to move on.

Yes, so, I’m being very careful to avoid making defamatory statements about my employer, line managers, or colleagues. The line managers I like, most of the colleagues are fine, my employer is shite. It’s a complicated situation, compounded by me being rented out to another organisation – I essentially have a pretty schizophrenic working week that ranges from me enjoying the beginning to absolutely hating the end with a passion. My advice to anybody ever considering taking a post that is split between two distant sites and/or two organisations? DON’T EVEN CONSIDER IT!

However, the end of this week isn’t too bad because I’m going away for a few days. I have a meeting in York tomorrow, which means I’m travelling to friends’ in Leeds this evening and I’ll be taking Friday off too.

Toilets at work

I’ve not been to the toilet enough today and now I’m feeling rather uncomfortable. That’s another rubbish thing about being at work: toilets. You always feel really bad if you have to pass a solid, but what else can you do? You’re here for over 8 hours a day, with an hour’s journey at either end. It’s only natural that you have to go, but we all think ill of the people who’ve used the lav to have a poo, “I went to the ladies’ and somebody had done a poo!” You can see it on their faces as they’re washing their hands, the side-ways accusing looks that say, “You’ve had a poo, you filthy woman!” Well, I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go. I’m not one of these weirdos who only goes once a month if there’s a full moon.

At least I’ve managed to pass another ten minutes while composing this and I’m now 20 minutes away from homtime.

BBC NEWS Technology Looming pitfalls of work blogs

Well, this is interesting and will no doubt affect bloggers’ musings regarding their employers and colleagues. I have been tempted to preserve my anonymity, but I decided to post my photo and that’s kind of blown it I guess. I suppose it doesn’t matter what you say about your work colleagues in a blog if you also say it to their faces!

I don’t understand how this particular bloke was found out because, at least so far, it’s difficult to find a blog unless you’re told about one specifically.

If anything, I think employers should be made to be wary of the fact that they will be slagged off unless they treat their workers with respect and fairness, and to act accordingly so that people don’t feel compelled to comment about them in blogs.

Of course, certain organisations don’t need their employees to write web logs for adverse publicity because most are perfectly capable of creating enough on their own.

Well, this is me afterall. I was trying to figure out how to upload this pic to the bloggerspot webhost so I could use the URL for posting my photo in my profile, but I just can’t fathom it out at all. So this will have to do. This is my passport photo that was taken in June 2004. It’s just about the best photo that’s been taken of me for some time; this is mainly because I’ve not had a haircut for ages and I now look like a tatty-haired mentalist. I decided to delete it after getting a bit twitchy.

I don’t know, you think you’re being clever by uploading a picture and you just end up getting in a pickle.

Anyway, if there happens to be a photo on this page, then yes, that’s me. If there isn’t a pic, then I don’t suppose anybody is missing out. I tried to use that Picasa hello thing and I thought it was a webhost whatsit, but it automatically uploaded to the blog and it’s all GONE WRONG! And I tried to remove it and it’s still there, only it isn’t.

But not to worry, there are more important things to worry about, like my finances and looking for a job where I won’t be getting shafted – and the wellbeing of my family and friends (and the cats); these things are more important to me than anything else.

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Wind

It’s been extremely windy here in the UK for the past day or so and it’s starting to become rather tiresome. Not only do you find yourself being kept awake by the gale force winds, but there’s also the racket caused by idiot neighbours’ wind chimes. Wind chimes, I ask you! How bloody common can people get? Well, my neighbours are complete scumbags so I suppose it’s the least I expect from them. Horrible, nasty people.

I have a very good friend who’s a vicar and her local cemetary is high on a hill overlooking the town. She took me there once in the summer – it’s a beautiful, peaceful place, but I was disappointed at the selfishness of certain families who’d adorned the graves of their loved ones with wind chimes. To me, this displayed a lack of consideration of other visitors’ feelings; if I was to visit the grave of a friend or relative, I wouldn’t want to be disturbed by the racket caused by those bloody things. People are just stupid and inconsiderate. Thank goodness for cremation, that’s all I can say.

Romagna Mia

My dad’s Italian and he moved to the Emila Romagna region from Lucania when he was a boy. I made him a CD of Romagnole music for Christmas and he’s listening to it now, singing along to Romagna Mia. It’s quite nice to know that the least expensive gift I gave this Christmas has brought so much pleasure to a bloke who’s notoriously impossible to buy for.

I’m holding back on the rest of the collection that’s waiting to be burned onto CD though: there’s only so much Italian folk music that a girl can take!

Well, I made it through the first week back after Christmas and now it’s Friday teatime.

It’s odd that I seem to spend all week waiting for this particular moment and when it arrives, I find myself wondering what I’ll be doing with my weekend. I suppose it’s just nice to have the time to myself to do with as I see fit and if this means a couple of lie-ins and dossing around the house, then that’s fine with me.

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It’s now nearly bedtime and I thought I’d add a bit to this rather than starting a new post. The subject will be:

The Asian tsunami disaster

Well, it’s been nearly a fortnight since the earthquake that led to tsunamis that caused such mass destruction in Asia and it’s still as shocking as when the true horrors began to unfold in the immediate aftermath of the events on Boxing Day. The reports and photographs of the affected areas can only convey a fraction of the total devastation that has hit the area and it’s difficult to imagine what it’s really like there. It looks like a huge nuclear bomb has gone off near Sumatra and it’s wiped out everything in its path. Amazing. Some of the before and after satellite images are pretty shocking.

It’s difficult to know what else to put about these events because this is something that people of this generation will always remember without having to write about it in some daft blog that might be forgotten about in a couple of months. It just seems fitting to make some sort of note about it. I think that, apart from obvious shock, horror and sympathy for those affected, some of my main thoughts are strangely positive. It’s good to see how the (people in the) rest of world has rallied to raise funds to try to help the stricken areas and the suspension of debt repayments by the affected countries is only right. But the enormity of the destruction puts into perspective the weakness of any supposed terrorist threat that our governments are trying to make us increasingly paranoid about. If those affected by the tsunami can recover and rebuild, and as a part of that, other nations work together for the good of those people, then surely we can all withstand any piddling attack by a bunch of bully-boy nutters. In fact, any atrocity conducted by terrorists must surely pale into insignificance in comparison and we must remember that people will always bounce back because they can’t kill us all.

That’s about it for Friday – a bit of a serious one to end the week on, but it’s better than going on about hairdos or periods.

I need to rest now; my body needs time to recover from my week of torture at work and my mind needs time to prepare for a visit to Fat Fighters – I’m afraid I succumbed to chips, chocolate and salty snacks today (well, there’s a load still hanging around after Christmas!).

I’ve just finished the last piece of my Christmas cake, it was very nice. This was the first year that I’d ever made a Christmas cake – or any cake for that matter – and I ended up making two. I guess it’s fitting that the final piece of cake is finished on 6th night. It’s a symbolic end to the festive period along with the putting away of the decs (and associated pulled back as I try to shift heavy furniture to gain access to the loft).

Of course the end of the festivities also signals the need to get my lardy arse back to Fat Fighters in an attempt to shed the flab that appeared out of nowhere over the past couple of weeks. When I say “appeared out of nowhere”, I actually mean it appeared from: 2 Christmas dinners; Christmas pud; panettone and other Christmas cake; kilos of salty snacks; pounds of chocolates and about 40 sausages of varying flavours that were knocking about (albeit briefly) at the Boxing Day running buffet. Not to mention the general overeating associated with December – all done with the “It’s Christmas” justification – and general lethargy that comes from mid-winter.

I actually went to the gym the other night and it almost killed me; I only managed 2.5km running (that’s about a mile and a half). Awful.

These weblogs are a bit weird because you never know how much to information to inflict on an unsuspecting (and probably non-existent) audience. Then again, I hope I’m protected by near anonymity and, amongst those who know me, only people I choose to tell will get to know about this. I can’t figure out why it doesn’t get a hit when I do a Google search for it though. It’s probably for the best…

I have my own office here at work, but on the corridor there are a couple more “multi-user” offices: the one opposite my own is occupied by the most insane woman I’ve ever met (I’ll call her “Carmelita” to keep in with the cakesniffer theme*) and her poor, long-suffering colleague; the other office has 4 occupants who seem to talk endlessly about the latest bargains at Aldi or Matalan, or kids, or general crap.

I seem to spend my time here being tortured mentally by these people – and a lot of the time they ignore me, which is pleasant of them. Better that than being spoken to in a patronising manner. I’m 34, I’ve got a PhD, I’ve seen and done a fair few things in my time, but I’m often spoken to as if I’m retarded. I guess it’s just a reflection of their own lives and the things that are important to them. I suppose it’s harmless and they’re all decent, nice people, but we don’t have much in common.

There’ll be more tales to tell of my adventures here – I’ve got plenty archived and no doubt each day will provide more – but I’ll leave things for now because I need to go out to the local shops to get warm: it’s not particularly cold here today, but it’s not that warm either and Carmelita has just opened the window in her office and it’s drawing the heat out of mine. I’m surprised to find that she hasn’t turned my radiator off to tell you the truth.

Bonkers. They’re all mad!

*I’m tempted to use character names from the Unfortunate Events books as pseudenyms for all my colleagues – keep reading.

This is just a bit of a mess while I get started. I’m obviously not too sure what I’m doing at the moment, but I’ll get there in the end… I hope.

Are these blogs copyrighted I wonder? What if somebody puts something in a blog and it’s a fantastic idea for a book or something, do they get credit if somebody else picks up on it?

Anyway, I’m actually at work at the moment and I’ve just been playing text tennis with my friend who’s still off work after the Christmas break. She doesn’t want to go back and I’m not too keen about being here and we’ve been thinking of things that we can do with our lives. She mentioned starting a business, but I haven’t got the skills, motivation or money for that sort of venture. However, I’ve always been told that I write quite well and that I should write a book. Most of what I write is actually just cut and paste stuff from official documents, but I seem to get away with it.

That’ll do for a start I think. I just want to see what this looks like before I do something else.