Showing posts with label Bedtime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bedtime. Show all posts

Monday, June 19, 2006

Come on You Sons of the Desert

Feel like I am becoming the Big C, a position that will amuse those that work with me mightily. Go and chat to a bunch of information governance folk about the C word (as a favour to Tony from MIAA who always makes me laugh - nice geezer), come up with dire warnings about the C word for everyone else, tell our lot it's all a load of bollocks, phoned by Michael with a question about it. Speak to the geezer at Hill Dicks who rattled my cage too. C may be the heavenly option but it drives me nuts. Meanwhile my professional body is sting people for ill octopus a pop for their reaction, impressed, er..... no. I even speak to the local Mr Risk and raise the issue as a risk, now have to fill out a risk log.......doh! FoI raises its ugly head with an email from Jim asking me to have a polite word with someone. I have more than a few polite words and the matter resolves itself. Deep joy. Another day dealing with a Michael Portillo lookie likey...... Introduce Tracy to the wonders of Blinklist and news is away. Dunno what the hell else I did today, other than write a reference for Nicola for library school that wasn't nearly as good as she deserves. Meanwhile Tunisia do me proud by scoring..... good for my league position given the pack around me..... Argue with Cal over bed time, not impressed with me.... Technorati Tags: , , , , , ,