Rambling on the Rim
I was reading Almosthonest's entry on servicing his car and became more worried still about getting the MOT done on mine this month. Any advice, anyone?
Meanwhile, cough progresses and has not yet killed me. Indeed, sufficient weaponry appears to be being thrown at it to make me happy that some improvement is there. Doctor said he was fairly sure it wasn't asthma, so all fine there. (apart from the fact that most doctors don't seem to be able to diagnose anything that might cost the NHS money correctly...)
Remember the morning where it all froze? I found someone outside Staverton whose smart car hadn't made it up a hill, had rolled back down it, flipped over several times and ended up in the adjacent field, half submerged in flood water. She stood by the road and felt lucky to be alive without a mark on her. Then I thought I broke my car trying to get it to hill start on a steep incline on ice... but fortunately didn't, though it did cry all the way home.
Have got the new Rihanna song, Russian Roulette - am very happy to have that, as it appeals on lots of levels, but the rest of the Rated R album was pretty dull. Otherwise have been unashamedly adding pop songs to my iPod. Happy days!
Writing... yeah, sort of promised I'd catch Amnotcute up on the writing stuff for mininanowrimo, but the next one has stalled me, not because I can't think of anything, but because what I've thought of needs more time to do justice and will not be small when it's done. Maybe I should just post the bit I've done and come back to it. Might do that when I have some time to think.
Work is gearing up for a very busy Christmas - basically I shall eat, sleep, maybe spend one morning celebrating Christmas with marmaladecat but it won't be on Christmas itself, and otherwise not interact with the world. For example, I have a 12 to midnight shift on Christmas Eve. I have, in fairness, managed to have the last two Christmas's off.
I've found myself feeling a little odd to be considering IBM the enemy recently (sorry Mike!). You see, they have established a new company called South West One (in which they have an 80% stake), which outsources public service workers into their private company. So far their only involvement with the Police has been to take about 600 staff from Avon and Somerset, however there have been a *lot* of problems with getting them to honour promises made to staff before the move. I have concern that secondary call centres/contact centres will be put into just this kind of private company, and they are apparently pursuing opportunities. So, for now, IBM are the most likely cause of my future redundancy or reduction to part of the masses of unhappy slave drones.
In other news, Xena is awesome and incredibly funny. The show does know how to take itself seriously, but does it so rarely that it ends up pretty high impact when it does whilst being huge fun the rest of the time. Remember, if you spin 360 in the air whilst jumping, it actually propels you upwards.
Meanwhile, cough progresses and has not yet killed me. Indeed, sufficient weaponry appears to be being thrown at it to make me happy that some improvement is there. Doctor said he was fairly sure it wasn't asthma, so all fine there. (apart from the fact that most doctors don't seem to be able to diagnose anything that might cost the NHS money correctly...)
Remember the morning where it all froze? I found someone outside Staverton whose smart car hadn't made it up a hill, had rolled back down it, flipped over several times and ended up in the adjacent field, half submerged in flood water. She stood by the road and felt lucky to be alive without a mark on her. Then I thought I broke my car trying to get it to hill start on a steep incline on ice... but fortunately didn't, though it did cry all the way home.
Have got the new Rihanna song, Russian Roulette - am very happy to have that, as it appeals on lots of levels, but the rest of the Rated R album was pretty dull. Otherwise have been unashamedly adding pop songs to my iPod. Happy days!
Writing... yeah, sort of promised I'd catch Amnotcute up on the writing stuff for mininanowrimo, but the next one has stalled me, not because I can't think of anything, but because what I've thought of needs more time to do justice and will not be small when it's done. Maybe I should just post the bit I've done and come back to it. Might do that when I have some time to think.
Work is gearing up for a very busy Christmas - basically I shall eat, sleep, maybe spend one morning celebrating Christmas with marmaladecat but it won't be on Christmas itself, and otherwise not interact with the world. For example, I have a 12 to midnight shift on Christmas Eve. I have, in fairness, managed to have the last two Christmas's off.
I've found myself feeling a little odd to be considering IBM the enemy recently (sorry Mike!). You see, they have established a new company called South West One (in which they have an 80% stake), which outsources public service workers into their private company. So far their only involvement with the Police has been to take about 600 staff from Avon and Somerset, however there have been a *lot* of problems with getting them to honour promises made to staff before the move. I have concern that secondary call centres/contact centres will be put into just this kind of private company, and they are apparently pursuing opportunities. So, for now, IBM are the most likely cause of my future redundancy or reduction to part of the masses of unhappy slave drones.
In other news, Xena is awesome and incredibly funny. The show does know how to take itself seriously, but does it so rarely that it ends up pretty high impact when it does whilst being huge fun the rest of the time. Remember, if you spin 360 in the air whilst jumping, it actually propels you upwards.