Couldn't get into work today. Had planned ahead and agreed annual leave. Decided to still conference in to an important meeting I was going to represent my department at.
An hour long meeting when you aren't working is the LONGEST hour any one could ever experience. It was painful.
No trains tomorrow either. So... oh God. I'll be working from home...
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Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Sunday, January 07, 2018
WORK AHOY!
Since last I wrote about work things have changed quite a lot. Firstly I'm no longer a manager, instead I'm the "Digital Continuous Improvements Lead". (DCI Kay for short... ;) ). Secondly my schedule has changed from "delightful skipping into work within walking distance" to "desperately dodgy cars on a country lane to get to a bus at a stupidly early time in the morning".
When I was living in Folkestone work was a 25 minute walk away. I could leave at 7.30am and be there 30 minutes before my start time (I like a warm up period before my official start). Now I leave my house as 6.15am. I walk through dark, unlit country lanes without pavements to catch a bus at 6.30am. That gets me to the train station (due it be invariably late) just in time to usually catch the 6.52am train to Folkestone. 35 minutes later I get off at Folkestone and have a 15 minute walk to work to make it just in time for an 8.00am start.
It's not very pleasant. One further point against is someone who gets on the bus at a stop after mine. He gets on every time and moans about the bus being late. He then gives some bizarre ticket request which the bus driver gets wrong several times. He grumbles. I get stressed. I sometimes pray he's not there as we approach his stop.
But there's a bright silver lining. Literally bright. Just opposite my bus stop is a house with no curtains and, every morning, a man stands in the brightly lit window getting dressed. He has no shame. I don't ever look directly but in the pitch black his window is the only light so it is hard not to see things...
So that, Dear Constant Reader, is what I get to look forward to tomorrow...
When I was living in Folkestone work was a 25 minute walk away. I could leave at 7.30am and be there 30 minutes before my start time (I like a warm up period before my official start). Now I leave my house as 6.15am. I walk through dark, unlit country lanes without pavements to catch a bus at 6.30am. That gets me to the train station (due it be invariably late) just in time to usually catch the 6.52am train to Folkestone. 35 minutes later I get off at Folkestone and have a 15 minute walk to work to make it just in time for an 8.00am start.
It's not very pleasant. One further point against is someone who gets on the bus at a stop after mine. He gets on every time and moans about the bus being late. He then gives some bizarre ticket request which the bus driver gets wrong several times. He grumbles. I get stressed. I sometimes pray he's not there as we approach his stop.
But there's a bright silver lining. Literally bright. Just opposite my bus stop is a house with no curtains and, every morning, a man stands in the brightly lit window getting dressed. He has no shame. I don't ever look directly but in the pitch black his window is the only light so it is hard not to see things...
So that, Dear Constant Reader, is what I get to look forward to tomorrow...
Saturday, June 30, 2012
New Work Related Totty? Almost.
Since Rugby Boy left, work has been particularly devoid of interesting things to look at. Long gone are the days of Tube Boi. *sigh* However Friday found me in a well hidden office across the field from my own for a meeting and as I passed through one office my eyes locked with those of a hot guy in our sister company's uniform.
Now remember for our eyes to lock that would make him about 6'10". Swoon!
Our eyes only locked in the way rather tall people's tend to, sharing that moment of understanding between us that only individuals of minority groups can comprehend. Now just because I'll probably never encounter him again, as to do so would involve me going back to an office I've not encountered through combined 4 years with the company, doesn't mean I can't hold out hope that finally the work related totty drought is coming to an end! Hurrah! Just in case his totty codename shall be... Tall Boy.
In other news: Ayden and his sidekick Finn have been accosting zebras and wildebeest.
No, really.
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Our eyes only locked in the way rather tall people's tend to, sharing that moment of understanding between us that only individuals of minority groups can comprehend. Now just because I'll probably never encounter him again, as to do so would involve me going back to an office I've not encountered through combined 4 years with the company, doesn't mean I can't hold out hope that finally the work related totty drought is coming to an end! Hurrah! Just in case his totty codename shall be... Tall Boy.
In other news: Ayden and his sidekick Finn have been accosting zebras and wildebeest.
No, really.
Never underestimate the adventures a Tamaskan can have in Kent.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Life Update
I never write about what I'm up to any more. I suppose that's because I now no longer have a crazy commute, crazy workmates and crazy after work craziness to blog about like I did whilst in London and before I moved up. Things have become rather laid back, unexciting and comfortable.
There are currently ZERO suitable stalkees at work. This situation has been ongoing since Rugby Boy left over a year ago. And although I do love my team at work, who are fun, the lack of hotties does make everything seem a little bland.
My old TVW job came back up this week. I applied. Sadly due to the fact I'm now on a higher pay scale and in a position of more responsibility I've been told, in a roundabout way, that I really shouldn't have applied as I'm needed elsewhere. They couldn't quite comprehend that I was willing to take a pay cut and a "lower" position in the company for a job I loved. I'll never understand people's fascination with moving up the ladder. Oh well, I'll slog it out in my current position. In better news my pay has increased by over 10% in the year and a half that I've been back at TVW. Good going! And I do believe it's company pay review month next month. Let's hope the union don't hold up talks for 8 months like they did last year.
Ayden is absolutely fantastic. He really is a great dog!
Jim's doing okay considering what he has been through over the last year and a half.
And, well, that's it for now. I will try to get back to daily postings about the things I see and do. The people of Folkestone are well worth a humourous study!
I do hope you're holding up Dear Constant Reader. It's our 11th year now! Sheesh. Where did the time go?
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There are currently ZERO suitable stalkees at work. This situation has been ongoing since Rugby Boy left over a year ago. And although I do love my team at work, who are fun, the lack of hotties does make everything seem a little bland.
My old TVW job came back up this week. I applied. Sadly due to the fact I'm now on a higher pay scale and in a position of more responsibility I've been told, in a roundabout way, that I really shouldn't have applied as I'm needed elsewhere. They couldn't quite comprehend that I was willing to take a pay cut and a "lower" position in the company for a job I loved. I'll never understand people's fascination with moving up the ladder. Oh well, I'll slog it out in my current position. In better news my pay has increased by over 10% in the year and a half that I've been back at TVW. Good going! And I do believe it's company pay review month next month. Let's hope the union don't hold up talks for 8 months like they did last year.
Jim's doing okay considering what he has been through over the last year and a half.
And, well, that's it for now. I will try to get back to daily postings about the things I see and do. The people of Folkestone are well worth a humourous study!
I do hope you're holding up Dear Constant Reader. It's our 11th year now! Sheesh. Where did the time go?
If you feel benevolent and particularly generous, this writer always appreciates things bought for him from his wishlist
Friday, November 21, 2008
The Seat Chasers
I really truly cannot stand one part of my commute, of any journey in fact in London; the seat chasers. These hideous creatures jostle, and push as soon as a train begins to slow as it draws up to the platform and by the time the doors are drawing level with them they are craning their necks, getting in everyone's way trying to pick out THE SEAT that is going to get them home in the most comfort. As the doors ping open they are already so excited they are practically bouncing up and down, that's if they have deigned to allow those on the train to get off before they board, (a rare event but not unknown) and then they bundle in through the doors weaving past people as they head towards some distant seat that is the one they crave. They care for no one but themselves and make taking a train somedays a living Hell.
I may have sold my soul and become a member of the rat race but the day I become a seat chaser is the day you are officially allowed to kill me.
Yesterday Plan B had some visitors from another Trust who had come to marvel at thedisorganised rabble efficient organisation we had. One of the group came and listened in with one of my Seniors and I just sat their with one thought in my head:
I KNOW YOU
But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't put my finger on it. When he said his name was Malcolm I internally noted that matched my incomplete records, but I was still none the wiser as to who he was with relation to me. I noted the sort of haunted look in his eyes that said "I used to be better than this" and I guessed then he must have been something more important in a past life. I didn't talk to him, it being rude in my opinion to wander up to someone and go "I KNOW YOU" and it was some few hours after he left before I realised who he was. He was the departmental head of my department at TVW. I'd last seen him dressed up as Pudsey bear, as he was chief organiser at the Children In Need call centre I sometimes volunteered at. I remember him being a very jolly man and can only imagine how it must have been for him to have been let go from a job like that and becoming instead a simple manager for a repairs team at some not for profit organisation.
Of course I don't know that he was let go but I also know he was. If you know what I mean.
I'm writing a story at the moment. Haven't written one for so long, God it feels good. :D
I may have sold my soul and become a member of the rat race but the day I become a seat chaser is the day you are officially allowed to kill me.
Yesterday Plan B had some visitors from another Trust who had come to marvel at the
I KNOW YOU
But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't put my finger on it. When he said his name was Malcolm I internally noted that matched my incomplete records, but I was still none the wiser as to who he was with relation to me. I noted the sort of haunted look in his eyes that said "I used to be better than this" and I guessed then he must have been something more important in a past life. I didn't talk to him, it being rude in my opinion to wander up to someone and go "I KNOW YOU" and it was some few hours after he left before I realised who he was. He was the departmental head of my department at TVW. I'd last seen him dressed up as Pudsey bear, as he was chief organiser at the Children In Need call centre I sometimes volunteered at. I remember him being a very jolly man and can only imagine how it must have been for him to have been let go from a job like that and becoming instead a simple manager for a repairs team at some not for profit organisation.
Of course I don't know that he was let go but I also know he was. If you know what I mean.
I'm writing a story at the moment. Haven't written one for so long, God it feels good. :D
Monday, December 11, 2006
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
I had my first Christmas dinner of the year on Saturday. It was the TVW Christmas Do and of course yours truly had been invited to attend.
Jim and I headed down to my parents in the early afternoon and I was quickly roped in to helping put the Christmas tree up. Not really a chore, more an oppurtunity to have some fun. Sadly my sister spent the whole time sulking because I'd told her off for talking back to Mum. I'm a mean big brother.
After that Mum drove me down into Folkestone to the East Cliff Pavillion. Last time I was there was for Eurotunnels Christmas Do 2002. I loitered outside and a few people thought I was the bouncer. I had some fun with that, misdirecting people and such like. Well if they are just going to assume...
Finally Stacey arrived and I gave her a big hug. We went in had a pint at the bar. Despite being exactly 3 minutes late (I keep a close eye on such things) we were the first there. I do believe that no one in Folkestone understands the concept of time. Anyhew... the others quickly arrived, mainly new people I didn't know followed by the old crew who all shouted at me loudly and gave me big hugs which confused the new people. The new people spent the rest of the evening giving me odd looks which said "Who the hell are you???" :) While I was at the bar some petite blonde girl approached me and hugged me. Because I was so in my "TVW" frame of mind I couldn't place her for a moment. It was Becky!! Yes Eurotunnel Becky! I was so pleased to see her.
I got sat at Team C's table who haven't calmed down since I last saw them. Before the starters had been brought out they were already singing (I'm taking some artistic license when I say that) "All I Want For Christmas". It was good to see Stacey though.
Before I'd finished my starter I received a text message. Rob was in the Pavillion with his work! And when I met him at the bar, Olly was there too. Olly was someone I used to walk home from school with as he lived in my street. He also first introduced me to the concept of a soggy biscuit. He corrupted my innocent mind! :)
It was a good night and it was nice to chat with Henry and Rosanna.
Got a taxi home. Weirdest taxi ride of my life. I got in and the taxi driver seemed friendly enough and we drove off. We chatted, he asked me what I did for a living and I told him I worked for an internet company. He said he did too so I asked him what line of business it was. He told me it was a bondage business called Victorian Dover. And so we spent the rest of the journey talking about the ins and outs of bondage. Specifically is it Dominatrixs or Dominatrices as the plural of Dominatrix? Dominatrices loses some of the power of the word...
Sunday after two helpings of breakfast (just like the cats I managed to convince two different people to make me breakfast... mwhahahaha) we headed off to Dorking to go visit Paul and Jane. We had a lovely time with lots of alcohol, food and a trip to their local pub where Jim and Paul were accosted by a rather forward lady while playing pool. :)
Got home about 8pm after a busy weekend. I need a couple of days off to recover from the 20 odd pints of beer and the acres of food consumed. Christmas has arrived!
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Jim and I headed down to my parents in the early afternoon and I was quickly roped in to helping put the Christmas tree up. Not really a chore, more an oppurtunity to have some fun. Sadly my sister spent the whole time sulking because I'd told her off for talking back to Mum. I'm a mean big brother.
After that Mum drove me down into Folkestone to the East Cliff Pavillion. Last time I was there was for Eurotunnels Christmas Do 2002. I loitered outside and a few people thought I was the bouncer. I had some fun with that, misdirecting people and such like. Well if they are just going to assume...
Finally Stacey arrived and I gave her a big hug. We went in had a pint at the bar. Despite being exactly 3 minutes late (I keep a close eye on such things) we were the first there. I do believe that no one in Folkestone understands the concept of time. Anyhew... the others quickly arrived, mainly new people I didn't know followed by the old crew who all shouted at me loudly and gave me big hugs which confused the new people. The new people spent the rest of the evening giving me odd looks which said "Who the hell are you???" :) While I was at the bar some petite blonde girl approached me and hugged me. Because I was so in my "TVW" frame of mind I couldn't place her for a moment. It was Becky!! Yes Eurotunnel Becky! I was so pleased to see her.
I got sat at Team C's table who haven't calmed down since I last saw them. Before the starters had been brought out they were already singing (I'm taking some artistic license when I say that) "All I Want For Christmas". It was good to see Stacey though.
Before I'd finished my starter I received a text message. Rob was in the Pavillion with his work! And when I met him at the bar, Olly was there too. Olly was someone I used to walk home from school with as he lived in my street. He also first introduced me to the concept of a soggy biscuit. He corrupted my innocent mind! :)
It was a good night and it was nice to chat with Henry and Rosanna.
Got a taxi home. Weirdest taxi ride of my life. I got in and the taxi driver seemed friendly enough and we drove off. We chatted, he asked me what I did for a living and I told him I worked for an internet company. He said he did too so I asked him what line of business it was. He told me it was a bondage business called Victorian Dover. And so we spent the rest of the journey talking about the ins and outs of bondage. Specifically is it Dominatrixs or Dominatrices as the plural of Dominatrix? Dominatrices loses some of the power of the word...
Sunday after two helpings of breakfast (just like the cats I managed to convince two different people to make me breakfast... mwhahahaha) we headed off to Dorking to go visit Paul and Jane. We had a lovely time with lots of alcohol, food and a trip to their local pub where Jim and Paul were accosted by a rather forward lady while playing pool. :)
Got home about 8pm after a busy weekend. I need a couple of days off to recover from the 20 odd pints of beer and the acres of food consumed. Christmas has arrived!
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