December 2011
Names
Names are fucking brilliant, aren’t they? You spend 99% of your life talking to people with instantly forgettable, boring as air names. But then you have the 1%, and that makes it worthwhile.
Today I received an email from ‘Steve Burstard’. I nearly fell off my ergonomically useless office ‘chair’ in sheer childlike delight. Steve BURSTARD! What sort of Burstard...
Wigging Out
On the way to the gym, I saw a local security guard totally lose it. He’d taken his shirt off, tied it around his waist and was dancing his way through traffic.
I need what he’s having.
I like...
…Tumblr. I get to be irreverent again. That’s kind of rare these days.
Yay me and my nonsense!
I am writing this, locked inside a toilet stall at work because its the only place I can go to escape distraction.
The last two days, I’ve had 600 emails minimum. I work 10hrs days minimum so that’s 1 email to read, action and reply to every minute. Needless to say I miss a few.
Methinks at some point, some bright spark will realise that email is a terrible workflow tool!
Right,...
Up and atom!
Up and at them.
Something along those lines.
Gym time. Shave time. Work time.
For once I’m feeling motivated. Must be all the meth.
it's a bad day for
Grammar and punctuation, judging by my last post
its a good day
so her family are ok with it. we don have to hide anymore. its good day for normal relationships.