Does that mean we can get drunk now ( Read more... )

So, I'll be going to Ireland then ( Read more... )

Lunchtime and TH is surfing jobsites on work's fat pipe of internet goodness.

GuardianJobs: 527 Graduate jobs (yay!) of which there is [1] science job... (not so yay)

Which is... MI5 Intelligence officer.

BZUH??!!!

In other news: I swam 1km today! (ish - 40 lengths anyway). First time for years and years and years. Very proud of myself

Get up, (sneeze due to Scottish cold - them Scots be sneaky ( Read more... )

what I'm saying, when you get down to it is:

"I'm perfect for you! Employ me!!!"

Only hopefully more politely.

ETA: 18:05 Application sent. Now to feed cat.

The virus has followed the usual procedure and meandered down onto my chest. Not fun.

*hacks and wheezes fitfully whilst reaching for the cough syrup*

Also my co-worker annoys me, the filing menaces me and I has a tired. Hopefully I should feel a humongous amount of better after a good night's sleep. *demolishes another tissue with mucus*

Agency sent me somewhere new. It's a bit more money and flexitime, so hopefully my ability to get up at a reasonable time will lead to early home-time on Fridays ( Read more... )

I didn't even get called for interview for the Sheffield job. Rather gutted.

I shall retire to the terrace with a coolbox of beer and stare morosely into the middle distance until the beauty of the mountains works it's magic and soothes balm-like onto my bruised soul.

Y'all can share the beer, there's enough to go round.

Office has switched from Radio1 to Radio2. Fair enough - I was going mad from hearing the same songs over and over.

But Jeremy Vine. I WILL STAB THAT MAN IN THE FACE!!!

Shut up... Shut Up... SHUT UP!!!!!

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!! Don't Let Stupid People On The Radio! OMGWTFPANSERBJORNE!

I have cycled for 1 hr (the encouraged amount to start up again with, long enough to toughen up the rear end, but not so long as to kill the legs ( Read more... )