Work and strike
It's not even 5 pm and it's pitch black already, thanks to the clocks going back an hour last week-end.
This evening at 7 pm, there'll be another London Underground strike, the 3rd in 2 months. It wouldn't normally bother me much as I travel by train and bike, but tomorrow I have a dentist's appointment in my lunch break.
The office is in the West End, home in south-east London and dentist in West London. I think I'll be coming to work tomorrow, hoping for the Central line to resume a reduced service mid-morning, like it did last time.
Otherwise I'll have to rely on my legs and a bike for part of the journey. And my lucky star.
At work things have been quieter this week. Last week I would have happily strangled some of my colleagues in the Indian office.
First they ignored the design review they asked me to provide, then the code submitted was full of bugs. A couple of days later they said that they had completed the review actions but, when I checked, 30% hadn't been done.
And of course it all landed on my desk to fix it with only a few hours to go.
Still, our management is very happy because they are cheaper than us.
Talking about work, the Icelander from Sweden who joined a couple of months ago has been quite friendly. Not just with me, of course. Although I am sure that he probably hasn't touched any of my straight colleagues' legs or rubbed their upper arms.
There's nothing sexual, he's really just being friendly (he rubbed my arm when he asked how I felt - I was sick on Friday) , and probably didn't even notice it. And no, I don't think that I'm flirting with him, even though he's arguably the cutest man in my company (you'll see him at the Christmas party, london1952 !)
This evening at 7 pm, there'll be another London Underground strike, the 3rd in 2 months. It wouldn't normally bother me much as I travel by train and bike, but tomorrow I have a dentist's appointment in my lunch break.
The office is in the West End, home in south-east London and dentist in West London. I think I'll be coming to work tomorrow, hoping for the Central line to resume a reduced service mid-morning, like it did last time.
Otherwise I'll have to rely on my legs and a bike for part of the journey. And my lucky star.
At work things have been quieter this week. Last week I would have happily strangled some of my colleagues in the Indian office.
First they ignored the design review they asked me to provide, then the code submitted was full of bugs. A couple of days later they said that they had completed the review actions but, when I checked, 30% hadn't been done.
And of course it all landed on my desk to fix it with only a few hours to go.
Still, our management is very happy because they are cheaper than us.
Talking about work, the Icelander from Sweden who joined a couple of months ago has been quite friendly. Not just with me, of course. Although I am sure that he probably hasn't touched any of my straight colleagues' legs or rubbed their upper arms.
There's nothing sexual, he's really just being friendly (he rubbed my arm when he asked how I felt - I was sick on Friday) , and probably didn't even notice it. And no, I don't think that I'm flirting with him, even though he's arguably the cutest man in my company (you'll see him at the Christmas party, london1952 !)