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Sunday, February 28th, 2021 10:37 am
Well, I’ve started the new job and I’m finding it hard work. I don’t learn very fast and my line manager teaches at breakneck speed. Which means I’m stressed out.

Having said that, I think that once I’m clear what I’m doing, I’m going to enjoy it. It involves actually writing to human beings like a human being and checking other people’s work – like a beta reader. Which is a skill I already have. So that’s good.

I’m not managing to run many D&D games because I’m too stressed out by the job. I manage to run my Sunday game but can’t take on any more.

In other news

Smokey is a wonderful kitty and I love her more than I can say.
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Thursday, May 28th, 2020 10:22 am
Smokey scared the pants off me yesterday. It was entirely my fault, but I’m now very wary of windows.

The story is that I decided the flat was stuffy and opened my living room window rather wider than I normally would. I thought nothing of it until I was sitting on the sofa having finished work, when I suddenly realised that the little furry monster was on the window ledge and had all four paws outside the window. My flat is first floor (second floor if you’re in the US) and therefore quite a long way from the ground.

I called to her, and she ignored me, so I went over and gently but firmly lifted her back into the living room and put her on the ground. Then I closed the window. Then I went and sat on the sofa, trembling with anxiety. She’s never shown any interest before in what might be outside the flat. Maybe she thought the flat was fusty, too.

In other news

I have no other news. My boss thinks I might take some of the spare time I have to do online training, which I will. It’s just that I hate online training, it makes my head ache.

I do think I’m worrying in my lizard brain, because I’m spending time online buying stuff, principally food, that I don’t properly need. I’m also having anxiety dreams, which is quite unpleasant.
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Wednesday, April 22nd, 2020 02:43 pm
Back at work this morning, had a busy morning because of all the things I hadn’t done while I was on leave on Monday and Tuesday. Now in a slough. If a slough is what I think it is. I’m expecting my boss to ring me today or tomorrow because we have a meeting scheduled for next week that needs an agenda sending out. I’ve gone as far as I can in preparing the agenda and need her input for the final bits and extra items for discussion.

Disappointing news yesterday, the K/S convention that I was supposed to be attending in September has been cancelled due to COVID-19. I have my money back but would rather have the convention. Still, I can see why the organisers made the decision they did, and I hope they will get any expenditure they’ve incurred back from their insurers.

I don’t know if the event that I go to every year in August will be going ahead, either. I’ve not spent any money on it so far, and planning for it gets later every year, but my feeling is that this year will be one without a single trip away. That will be a bit miserable.
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Wednesday, April 1st, 2020 12:58 pm
Well, we’re pootling along. “We” here meaning Smokey and I since I don’t have any visitors due to the ongoing Covid-19 business.

I had a rather rough night last night, didn’t get to sleep while gone 3am because my stomach doesn’t like baked beans. This is rather annoying as that’s three meals I can’t eat, meaning I will run out of food three meals sooner than I had expected or planned for.

My Tesco delivery, and fingers crossed I get one, isn’t until this coming Saturday (4 April). Then we will see exactly what I receive of my order. I may go to the website, remove baked beans and substitute with something else. Tinned curry? Who knows what will be available.

I’m also lying in wait to see if I can get an order for the 24 April. I think that may result in me staying up until midnight on Friday as I calculate that’s the day (or rather, night) the slots for the 24 April will come up.

Work is somewhat dull – or it has long periods of dullness enlivened by periods when I have too much to do and have to try to do it all in a rush. Still, I know I’m extremely fortunate to have a job, and one which can be done from home.

In other news

In more fun news I’m playing a Dungeon Crawl Classics game on Roll 20 with my friend Fuchsia as GM. When we left the game on Sunday we were part way up a ziggurat having spied a horde of beastmen who were chivvying a group of villagers in chains to the top where some sacrifice looking thing was going on.

“We” in this case is four zero level peasants. And as I told the GM, the operative word in her description was ‘horde’. Four peasants and a few prisoners aren’t going to have much success against a horde. Are we down hearted? Not a bit of it. I have two characters, one I started off with (who at least has chain mail, making him harder to hit) and one villager, another zero level peasant. I’ve named in Carkas, because he has one hit point, meaning a moderately strong wind could kill him and he will indeed become a carcase in very short order. We play again tonight, and we’ll see if we win.

I’m also making plans to run a game on Roll 20 myself. I’ve bought a few low-level scenarios and am designing characters my players can take along. Included in the scenarios I bought were a couple that are too high for the low-level characters I’ve designed, so I’m thinking I might buy a longer campaign we can be participating in while this Covid-19 business is ongoing.

I don’t want to complicate things by having my own campaign in two or more places making it difficult for me to keep track of.

I’m a bit nervous about running something on Roll 20 in a way I wouldn’t be about software I’m familiar with. RealmWorks I’m fine with, but there’s not much that has to be done while the game is running. Roll 20 is a quite different kettle of electronic fish.
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Thursday, March 26th, 2020 10:57 am
I took my second set of minutes over MS Teams this morning. This one didn’t go as well as the first because we kept on losing connection and there was about ten minutes that I didn’t get at all. I’m hoping they didn’t discuss anything important.

Other than that, I don’t think I have much news.

I did manage to sort out something for freezing my excess milk. I did a search on Amazon for ‘freeze’ and ‘milk’ and it threw up baggies for freezing breast milk. So I’ve bought a supply of those and am using them. They are a good size (about 200ml), come ready sterilised and with a double seal. They should be perfect.

Smokey is still giving me the side-eye, I think I’m interfering with important cat business.
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Monday, March 16th, 2020 08:19 pm
I’m half hoping to be told tomorrow that I’ve to work from home for the foreseeable – perhaps as long as 12 weeks.

This is a mixed blessing – I don’t much care for working from home, it’s boring and lonely, but I have not one, not two, but three ‘underlying conditions’ which might make coming down with Covid-19 seriously unpleasant. However bored I am, it has to be better than being in hospital on a respirator. Assuming that they even have a respirator for me and don’t decide I’m too fat. I wouldn’t put it past them.

In other news, I don’t think I have any other news. Smokey is ignoring me, and is curled up on her radiator hammock spark out.
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Monday, January 20th, 2020 05:45 pm
As I write this (I'm posting it much later as I don't have DW access at work) I’m snacking on a biscuit kindly brought in by a colleague. Unfortunately, it tastes vaguely of fish. But I don’t like to stop eating it as I don’t want to upset my colleague.

Sad news

A gaming friend of mine, Patrick, died recently. Not this weekend just gone, but (probably) the weekend before. We found out on Friday.

What happened was that a couple of people had emailed Patrick and given that he usually responded within a couple of hours, the longest a day, they wondered why they didn’t get a reply. They started ringing him up. Still no reply. On Friday, my mate Nick rang and finally got Patrick’s sister who was at his house and who told him that Patrick had been found slumped over his computer on Wednesday, after she’d worried about the lack of response to her messages and had the police break in to do a welfare check.

We are all shocked and saddened. Patrick was only 60.

Patrick was one of those people I was kind of fond of, even while he drove me up the wall. He mansplained, but in the kindest way. He sometimes treated me as if I were a particularly hard of understanding ten-year-old, and yes, that made me mad. On the other hand, he totally meant well and once I’d taken him on one side and explained that both mansplaining and patronising me were unwelcome, he largely knocked it off. Plus, he did it to my male friends, too, though I left them to paddle their own canoes with him.

He was a good gamer. Somewhat more of a rules lawyer than I was completely happy with, but again he meant well. Usually he was right about the things he pointed out, and I made use of his lawyerly witterings by making him do things like keep the initiative list which is so important when in combat in D&D5e. He wasn’t right about Paladins being resistant to necrotic damage, though. They’re not. I checked.

I will have trouble with his characters when it comes to playing D&D5e next weekend. He ran the Paladin and the Magic User. I will need two of the other players to take those on for the session, but the Magic User only until we get to the end of this section of the campaign then she’s out. That MU drove me mad, not least because his background and picture for her hit every one of the Mary Sue tropes going, including the violet eyes and the sad backstory of abuse by Drow.

He also used to send me long emails about his characters and about how I could improve my campaign. I won’t miss those. But as I say, he meant well.

He liked his characters to have an advantage. Not just an ‘advantage’ in D&D terms, but in knowledge and equipment and he sometimes struggled with the difference between player and character knowledge. You as a player may know that a hairy monster with big teeth will leap out of the wainscoting and try to bite your head off. Your character (depending on the game) does not know this and should prepare and behave appropriately.

Example: once when we were at Bangor, he played Call of Cthulhu with my friend Paul as Keeper. We were playing strangers who’d signed up to go on holiday down the Nile on a ship in the 1920s. Patrick was determined that his character should be armed with an elephant gun and took up an entire hour of gaming time trying to persuade Paul to let him. Paul, very reasonably, was not having it given that everyone’s character was on holiday, not gribbly hunting. The rest of us filed our nails, read our character sheets or books and stared into the middle distance while they argued it out. Dear Patrick, how we loved him. A whole hour of gaming time we’ll never get back.

On the other hand, he left instructions that he will not have a funeral. Waste of time and money he called them. He will probably have a post-mortem, given that this was a sudden and unexplained death, but he will then be privately cremated (or so we understand) and his remains given to his sister, to do with as she pleases.

He was a daft bugger, but I’ll miss him.
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Friday, April 5th, 2019 03:28 pm
(Whey I say 'this morning' I mean yesterday, Thursday. I wrote this then sent it to myself for posting, then forgot about it.)

You know what’s annoying? When someone who’s paid to help tells blatant lies.

OK. I went out last night – to church, which anyone who knows me will find somewhat perplexing – and when I left I was nicely calm and centred. On the way home, however, I became aware that I had the worst headweasels for a long time – I was convinced that Smokey would be dead when I got home. No idea where that came from, except that I’d become overtired by spending a day at work, then going for drinks (involving walking to the pub) then going to church (involving walking to the church) then going home on the tube (involving walking to Westminster tube). By the time I got home I was totally exhausted. So, headweasels.

And my feet were killing me. There was much pain; my plantar fasciitis is still causing me grief.

She wasn’t dead. In fact she was better than she’s been for quite a few days, and even had some kittenish playtime, which she hasn’t wanted for days. She was much improved, really, and ate her tea with gusto. I checked her litterbox and that was well used so that’s improved too. (I know, TMI about the cat’s litterbox.)

So this morning I get up, get ready to go to work, knowing that it’s going to be hard on my feet. And what happens? Signal failure at Tower Hill. The District and Circle line is not running clockwise. I get to Liverpool Street (I would normally change at Mile End) and it’s still b0rked and the anti-clockwise District and Circle line is rammed with folk. So I think, OK, I’ll get the number 11 bus which goes down Ludgate Hill and along Fleet Street, Strand and Whitehall.

I go out into Liverpool Street station and ask at the “Information” booth where the number 11 bus goes from (because its normal stop is shut due to building work) and am clearly told that its normal stop is operating again. But they lie. It’s not.

Thus I have to look at TFL’s (incorrect) map and find the number 11 stop, which turns out to be stop “U” on London Wall, next to what they describe as Broad Street, but is actually called Old Broad Street. These minor points can make a big difference in London.

I walk, with my painful feet, to London Wall, and eventually catch the number 11 bus to work. It takes ages, but is scenic.

So far, that’s been the highlight of my day. Well, Smokey being better is really the highlight of my day.

MPREG follows me around

I was sitting in a cafe having brunch when a comparative silence fell, and just as it did so a woman sitting on the next table says, "I think he's pregnant!" into the lull.

Just thought I'd share that with you. I have no idea what she meant, the rest of their conversation was drowned out by that of other diners.
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Monday, December 24th, 2018 01:56 pm
The fridge is stuffed with goodies, and there are more good things on the side in the kitchen. We have mountains of chicken, oodles of pigs in blankets, lashings of champagne and pillows of marshmallows.

Unfortunately, I still have the cold from hell and keep breaking off whatever I’m doing (watching nothing happen on my work computer, sleeping) to cough like a thing that coughs. A grampus, whatever a grampus is. And my ribs are sore where I’ve been coughing, and my throat hurts. I’m due more cold medicine when I’ve finished this.

[personal profile] shezan visited yesterday and I hope I didn’t give her this cold, because she just doesn’t need it. Smokey liked her, she was very attentive. Mind you, that could be because [personal profile] shezan brought taramasalata and Smokey was drawn by the smell of fish.

I’m expecting [personal profile] aunty_marion some time soon. I’m listening (for some value of listening) to Classic FM, though their choice of Christmas music is quite often the tune the old cow died on. I’m not one of John Rutter’s biggest fans, never have been. Give me a few good old carols and I’m happy, forget this modern stuff.

Having said that, my favourite “Christmas” song is the Pogues and Kirsty MacColl’s “Fairytale of New York”, though a colleague said it was chavs arguing. I like it, and play it when it’s not Christmas.

No sign of my cleaner. I suppose I should empty the bins.
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Thursday, November 30th, 2017 02:34 pm
No news I can give you on the job front, things continue to grind on in a grindy sort of way.

I do, however, have a new cat.

It is thus: a friend of a friend was looking for someone to take on a cat of hers. She started the year with four cats. One, the eldest and grande dame of the household, Pippo, died. This left three cats, Pixel, Squeakerton and Polar, none of whom were happy without Pippo. Pixel was being bullied by Polar and Squeakerton was acting out (peeing where he shouldn’t and so on) so she decided to try to rehome Pixel, and Squeakerton if she could find anyone suitable.

I said I’d take Pixel. This was in June. The FOAF was going to South America in August, so said she would wait until she came back to pass Pixel over. August came and went, and I got in touch with her, and she said she’d got flu, so could I wait. I waited. September came and went, as did most of October.

Finally, she said she was ready to pass on Pixel and even then it took a little while to arrange a suitable weekend to bring her down from Norfolk to London.

Pixel spent the first two weeks here living at the back of my wardrobe and only coming out to eat, drink, pee and poop. In the last ten days or so, she’s come out into the bedroom and now sleeps either on my bed, on me or on the chair I’ve sprayed catnip all over. But she won’t come into the rest of the flat, and if Smokey goes into the bedroom, Pixel hisses and spits at her. Smokey just looks confused, but does do that fur-all-out thing that cats do – her tail looks like a bottle brush and she looks twice her normal size, and hisses, but doesn’t spit. Every other day they have a yowly disagreement, but separate without damage to either party.

Sometimes Pixel will growl at nothing – no sign of Smokey, but she sits under a chair and has a growl to herself.

I’m not sure what to do now – I’ve bought Feliway Friends and put it in Pixel’s room. Smokey has ordinary Feliway in the living room.

I want them to co-exist, if not peacefully, without fighting or growling. Any suggestions?
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Sunday, August 2nd, 2015 05:37 pm
I've finally got my computer to talk to my TV, something which before I 'upgraded' happened natively and now doesn't.

I had to install something called "Plex", which works but is something of a nightmare to set up. Getting the two things to admit they both saw the same IP address was an uphill struggle.

Reading the "help" sections on their website, I discover that the files have to be named in a particular way in order to show up properly. This will involve me in a huge undertaking to rename and reorder my video and some audio files to make the best use of the software.

This is a huge undertaking. I have around 600 video files of one sort or another and they'll all need work. Needless to say, I view this as a bit of a nightmare job. It'll take me hours of work.

Stupid computers.
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Tuesday, September 16th, 2014 03:42 pm
Having written out for information on the current position on filing and listened to colleagues telling me that “we don’t have time for this”, I’m rather nervously waiting for replies as long as “War and Peace”. This is not what I want. All I want is a few well chosen (and truthful) words on where we are with our filing in case the filing fairies (otherwise known as an audit team) come dancing in demanding to know why our files aren’t up to date. It’s very simple. Colleagues, eh?

I’m coming to think that the ideal way of working would be to have a job where I work in a room on my own, self-employed. And even then I’d have customers, who are annoying in a whole new way. A job with no colleagues and no customers would be perfect. Lighthouse keeper, except that lighthouses are automatic these days. Cormorant wrangler on a remote island except that that would be wet and involve walking about in the rain covered with bird poo. Other ideas considered in comments.
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Monday, June 16th, 2014 01:00 pm
I've spent part of the morning today trying to support a member who's lost her cat. She's devastated, and probably shouldn't be at work. No doubt management would regard this as a waste of time, but people love their animals, and some total bastard – a person with no conscience whatsoever – poisoned my member's cat with strychnine.

Yes, she is reporting it to the police; her husband is a policeman. We gather that her cat was not the only moggy poisoned in this way, and there is a risk that if some animal picked something poisoned up and then was scared off, a child might pick up whatever it is and end up the same way. So it has to be taken seriously.

But my member is really upset. As I was for her – I can't help thinking that an indoor cat is much easier on the whole. I'm probably over-careful with Smokey, but I love her so much.
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Saturday, March 29th, 2014 11:53 am
Same sex marriage started in England and Wales at midnight, so a total "Yippee!" for that.

Pats on the back, too, for my colleagues who were involved in working on it with my employer, because I know they put in some serious hours to make the supporting legislation work.
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Monday, October 7th, 2013 03:53 pm
This is very much the case where I work - does it sound familiar to you?

An extract from Risks 624 - TUC Health and safety newsletter

28 September 2013

A managerial offensive is taking place at work, with a new report claiming the government's blitz on employment rights and welfare is being mirrored in a 'new workplace tyranny' and a massive intensification of work.

Professor Phil Taylor of the University of Strathclyde Business School, writing in Hazards magazine, says the phenomenon 'has brought narrow tasking, stress, bullying and lack of voice.

The combination of unremitting intensity, insecurity and claustrophobic control and coercion is now characteristic of work across the economy.' He warns that performance management is the main tool used to up the pressure at work, with a proportion of workers set up to fail by design. Professor Taylor warns: 'In the worst cases, managers are given targets for the numbers of workers under their control who should be underperforming, put on sickness absence management actions or 'exited' out of the organisation. Should they fail to meet these targets, the managers themselves will be judged to be underperforming.'

The professor concludes: 'Unrelenting work intensity and the insecurity caused by fear of the consequences of underperforming induce profound pressure and cause deep anxiety,' adding: 'The outcome frequently is a vicious circle. A worker gets a poor performance ranking and it affects their confidence. They are put on a PIP [performance improvement programme] and they believe that they have been targeted. Stress might follow and they go off sick.

When they return to work, often prematurely, they are in 'a two-pronged cycle', facing warnings over their performance and sickness absence triggers. The resultant pressure compounds their insecurity making them even less likely to make the improvements the performance managers are demanding. The result can be acute mental ill-health with the threat of capability dismissal looming.'

Comment: I've had several lambkins come to me caught in that stress - sickness - underperforming - stress - sickness - underperforming cycle. It's seriously not funny and you can be eased out of even a government job in as little as three months.
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Monday, September 23rd, 2013 01:26 pm
I know you’re all still on the edge of your seats to hear how I’m doing with Smokey.

She had a good weekend, lots of cuddles and scritches, though she is definitely not as clingy as she was when she first came to me. Having a cat that won’t let you out of the room without following is sometimes quite fun, but I’m rejoicing at the fact that she’s growing more confident. She still doesn’t like the computer or the iPad, though. They take my attention away from cats, which is where it should be in her opinion.

She did really well with my gaming friends. I sorted out a place where she could go and hide, which had food, water, her favourite blanket and so on. In the end, though, she hardly used it.

She insisted on staying in the room with my friends, occasionally drawing attention to herself but generally happy to watch them and blink slowly in the way of cats and when she wanted support she came and sat on me. She did have a mad twenty minutes where she ran from the living room to the kitchen and back again repeatedly – I don’ t know what she was about there – but it was short lived.

Today, she meets the cleaner. That should be fun and games for all as it’ll be her first encounter with that creature of evil, the vacuum cleaner. Also the hissy thing that is the iron.

I changed the litter in her tray and gave the tray a wash; never a fun job but it has to be done. I have to say, modern cat litter is very much easier to cope with (if no lighter) than the stuff we used when I had cats before in the early 1980s to the early 1990s. There seems to have been a step change in cat litter technology in the intervening years.

Her appetite seems to have improved considerably – one thing that’s helped is that I tested a different brand of dry cat food on her, and she much prefers it. The down side is that it’s Iams (the only ‘serious’ cat food you can get in supermarkets) and one of my FB friends says that Iams test on animals.

I’m a bit torn over this news. I see any animal testing as a bad thing (though I accept that in science it’s sometimes unavoidable) but on the other hand at least someone has tested the food to check that cats like the stuff. It seems better than formulating and manufacturing a cat food just hoping cats like it (which the manufacturer seems to have done with Go-Cat judging by Smokey’s attitude towards it). However, I’ve ordered some small bags of alternatives from an online pet store to check against it to see if she’ll like those even better.

Then I won’t tell anyone what brand she went for, in case it has an even worse reputation. Frankly my definite preference is that my cat eats her food and fills out a bit – because at the moment she’s a bit of a thin thing and a thank-you. I don’t want her fat, but I want her flanks to fill out.

In other news

It seems there will be a voluntary retirement/redundancy scheme advertised today or tomorrow. I’m very tempted to get a quote just to see how much I’d get if I decided to go. You don’t have to accept the quote and anyway I’m a bit young to retire – but I hate working for this government so very much.
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Thursday, September 5th, 2013 10:59 am
My work laptop's not working, meaning I shall have to take today off as leave and get it into the office to be fixed tomorrow.

I don't have many days left this leave year to spend on things like this and I can't go in to get it fixed today because I have Tesco delivering my week's food at about two.
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Wednesday, June 26th, 2013 04:00 pm
I hate this government so very, very much. They would look good on a lamppost, like Mussolini.

The Spending Review. Yes, that’s what it’s about. For welfare claimants none of it is an improvement.

The key policy elements of the settlement include:
• 7 waiting days at the start of UC, ESA and JSA
• Increased requirements at start of claim, including an English language test for JSA, mandation* for CV and UJ (Universal Jobmatch) registration
• Increased signing, weekly for at least 50% of claimants
• UC claimants subject to full conditionality to verify claim every year
• Increased requirements for IS lone parents
• Looking at pilots for new ways of encouraging ESA(WRAG) to take steps to improve their health and significantly increasing requirements for claimants over 3.5 years on JSA


Seven waiting days at the start of a UC, ESA or JSA claim. Now, that’s seven days without money for the poorest people. My savings are such that I could last seven days without pay, but many people, including many poorly paid people, are skin-close to borrowing from loan sharks to keep the wolf from the door as it is.

Increased requirements for the start of claim…we may live in England, but nowhere is there a requirement to be able to speak English. Speak what you like has always been the rule.

Besides, I can think of at least one or two situations where the outcome of this would be very unfair indeed. Think of the situation of a woman who has come here as the wife of a Pakistani man. She speaks only Gujarati. He’s abusive and she leaves him, leaving the children behind her. She can’t go to family: they will shun her because she left her husband. She can only claim UC/JSA – but now she can’t because she doesn’t speak English. What does she do? Her only option is to return to her abuser, because she can’t live any other way.

It’s not that unusual a situation in the district where I live. One of my colleagues has a wife who manages a Jobcentre in central London. Where she works, about 65% of the clients don’t speak good English.

The mandatory registration on Universal Jobmatch means putting your details on a site known to be unsafe (see what Johnny Void has to say about it) and known to be glitchy, in a way which means the staff at your Jobcentre can see what you’ve applied for and harass you to apply for unsuitable jobs in places you can't travel to. It’s a rubbish idea and someone’s going to be killed, I swear it.

The rest of the ideas are appalling, too. It’s as if they think that there are jobs to be had easily which people are not applying for. If there were decent** jobs to be had, people would take them. That’s how it’s always worked in the past and it would work that way now, too.



* Is mandation even a word? I don’t think it is.

** Properly paid, not part time zero hours contracts, or weird jobs which don’t exist when you make further enquiries.
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Wednesday, July 25th, 2012 01:26 pm
London is a frustrating place to be right now. I met some friends for dinner and a catch-up yesterday and found that just getting from my workplace to the place we were meeting (three streets away) was an exercise in itself.

Firstly, all the buses running down Victoria Street and up Whitehall were delayed by who-knows-what event at Trafalgar Square, and then when I got off the bus in Whitehall I discovered that the reason the driver had let me off in the middle of the street rather than at a stop was because the bus stop I wanted was closed for the Olympics.

So was the crossing where I wanted to cross the road to the pub.* So I had to dodge between the traffic to get to the side of the road I needed, and if you know me, given my speed and level of surety of foot, 'dodging' isn't something I'm all that good at. Years ago, when I was a young, slimmer civil servant who didn't have knackered knees, I could dodge. Now, not so much.

Then when I came out of the pub later I noticed that sections of the road are blocked off so that people needing to use the bus have to walk out across the road to get on. Not what I'd prefer, frankly.

Luckily, I should be avoiding most of this, because I've arranged to work from home during much of the Olympics, only coming in to the office once a week. It does mean that any union related meetings will have to take place during the little time I'm physically in the Dull Grey Tower, but I hope that should be enough time. The rest I'll have to do by phone.

I wish everybody taking part in the Olympics well, I hope it keeps fine for them and I hope everyone who finds that sort of thing enjoyable enjoys it. But I wish it was happening somewhere else.



* Or rather, newly gentrified gastro-pub. The food is very good, don't get me wrong, but the prices are twice what they used to be when it was a dark and poky hole.


ETA: Scotland has announced that they're bringing in gay marriage in the face of whipped up objections from the usual suspects. Well done, Scotland.
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Thursday, August 4th, 2011 04:15 pm
I've also asked around the managers of my office about this, but this came up in my union work recently and I thought I'd find out what everyone thinks.

Poll #7675 Reasonable ad-hoc tasks
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 57

You employ a person whose normal job is to do post opening, stamping, preparation of papers, scanning - adminstrative tasks, in other words. Would you regard it as reasonable for them to be asked to do "sweeping out the filthy basement" as an ad-hoc task?

Yes
3 (5.3%)

No
9 (15.8%)

In the context of an office move or "tidy friday" when everyone's mucking in, but not otherwise
44 (77.2%)

Something else I will tell you about in comments
1 (1.8%)

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