Work

Lack of drawing skills is holding me back.

Appletiser floats are super-cool!

Photo to follow shortly. I was complimented by a colleague on my wonderful concoction of Appletiser - that well known carbonated apple juice drink, and vanilla ice cream. I'm accepting of the possibility that somewhere in the universe, another may have had a similar flash of inspiration prior to mine, but I claim it for my own.
Yay!

Foooooook

Need a less over-excitable, more structured organised systematic approach to life/work. Fricking frick frick.

I have a snuffly nose

As of tomorrow I have a manager head on my shoulders, and I shall be more managery, in a managerial way. Or something.

LAST DAY

Last day of my joblet. It is the longest I've been in a full-time joblet! And I've done proper handing in my notice and working my notice and stuff! Scary new joblet tomorrow...

Soot Sprite in my kitchen

I caught him unawares. Proof that they exist.

New job advice please

Any hints/tips for how to do a good job of my new job?
My new job involves managing a small cafe with staff and customers and tea and coffee and cake.

Festival

I want to go to festival. Would someone like to donate festival tickets to me?

New job suggestions please

Please place suggestions for a new job for me in a comment box below. Preferably realistic ones, I may post a sample of my CV to help with suggestions.

If you've links to a vacancy that would be even better.

Update:
Admittedly, being fussy, I would like the job to be within walking distance (will consider walking for up to one hour)

Update 2:
Sorted!

This is BRILLIANT!

Now you know who I am! but not my age...

Musical Hallucinations

Links to any useful information would be appreciatively received.

I want to write something

But I don't have anything to write about. So I'm going to write some waffle instead, although I'd prefer to eat some waffle with toffee sauce and ice cream and raspberries. Yum.
On the up side the tablets are quite good, on the downside, I don't think they're working anymore.

Aches

I has headacheses from lack of sleepses! Need more tea.

I want to go to Russia

But it will take lots of saving. And it means I can't have the nice job for less money because I will need more money to be able to do savings. And there's no work in my intray today. And yesterday was long because there was little work. Today will be longerererererer...

Perfection Please

I like this blog very much and this post has made me feel much better with regards to screwing up at work (I'm a typesetter) because typo's are indeed very honest. (see the update below the blue drawing) The disdain and ridicule mistakes often met with is probably a disappointing reflection on our societies' need for perfection and omission (oppression?) of error in order to pursue our daily life without undue hesitance or concern caused by those too inept to carry out their job properly. So I've decided to leave the errors that have been the process of creating this post and will now endeavour to regret less so that I may learn more from my mistakes rather than chastise myself vigorously when things go wrong.

Correlation & Coincidence

Surely things will only correlate if they coincide (please excuse my mathematical ignorance) in which case, a correlation of any kind is only a reflection of a perception imposed on a series of coincidences. Probably best illustrated by things that you would think would correlate, but when documented, they just do not coincide on a regular enough basis to qualify such a conclusion. Yet without each other they would not persist. So that they do not coincide does not mean they do not correlate. All it means is that the relationship cannot be tracked or demonstrated in a graph. Is it then intangible?

Need more silly

Otherwise it's boring.

anot

Metaphors and similes strained out of me by the twenty pence tea leaf catcher, snatcher, devoider of thought
The Silver Band plays out my way, littered by cracked snails' carcasses and a crushed egg sarcophagus.
Slugs feet crush bamboo canes, tirelessly tormenting the tomatoes, who reach desperately for the wall and the sky.
The logistics of laundry is never more acutely felt when there is little left to launder but linen and lampshades.
Spitting neighbours, empty favours, unnecessary rhymes to convince of sublime...
The cat chases milk collars, distracted from the execution of hair toggles by the scratch, skitter and stubborn stare.
I never knew how to write and I was never more aware of this than now, when I want to, there is no coherent creation to be borne. A train of thought, a pointless aching consideration of why. Why what? I have been wondering about the nature/origin/reason of tradition, and quickly concluded that it is a 'social construct' (forgive the horrid phrase) that despite the superstition, religion, age, cultural/regional roots etc, the initial conception and growth of a tradition must be to create a community, to breed familiarity and commonality among people, to aid loyalty, a sense of belonging to a group of people.
Although people will share interests with others, is it possible to be entirely independent in an interest, to not feign interest in a certain aspect of a common passion so as to strengthen an alliance (albeit on false ground).
Is it possible to agree to disagree and accept another into the fold, to trust their loyalty in spite of differences, to respect them as an individual within the collective. Or are we all six again, devising a reason to ostracise the child we don't like, and coercing others to isolate them also, rather than simply stating that we don't like them.
*ramblerambleramble*

Cheese

Things are really grating this afternoon, not sure if this is hormonal or the accumulation of irritant, which began most notably last weekend. In observation, I try to abstain from being quick to judge, or unfair about individuals habits or idiosyncrasies, but it would seem I'm fed up of being forgiving I am increasingly of the opinion that people should get a grip and get on with it. And stop exaggerating and sensationalising events unnecessarily so as to render the situation irreparable. Reality is rubbish enough without topping it off with soap opera drama. But then I suppose the truth is mundane and can often lead to a simple solution, and if it's not hard, what is the point?

Start Again

Again