vicks6
Life, the universe and everything
The answer to which is, as you well know, 42.
Have solved the work solution. Divest myself of the work I don't want to do, and leave. It's working so far!
Have been very lazy about completing this, although I don't expect anyone, apart from me, know! I always have a sense of guilt about half-finished things though, so I must make an effort to be better, and complete this more often...
Watch this space.
Work. Urgh.
Work is horrid at the moment. The only advantage of an absence of interaction with my colleagues is that I can sit here, and listen to music on my computer (with headphones) and no-one interrupts me!
But, we did get payrise notifications today. The whole system is very odd, and it always takes about an hour of the finest brains in the department to conclude that they can't work out in what basis the payrise is being awarded. It's couched in bizarre terms, and uses language that simply doesn't make sense. I can't se the problem with telling people clearly what they'll be earning.
I have stopped being tired. I take the view that it is a state of mind, and therefore controllable! Or not...
Back to work today, after a few days off. I feel like a school-girl. I don't want to go.
The problem with the car was the dust tray, which apparently sits under the bumper. But honestly; a dust tray? What would you do with the dust carefully collected in the tray you didn't know was there? Silly.
Managed to have a whole day not being grumpy yesterday. Major achievement. But I'm tired again today, so I'll have to try again not to be grumpy. But at least for diversionary amusement I can think of diverse reasons why one would have a dust tray under the bumper of a car.
Oh. I've just noticed that I didn't have settings set to show time. That means no-one can be irritatingly sage. But it was 1.29am.
I'm tired. This may not mean very much. Aside from those who may notice the time of my first (wow!) blog, and sagely think "that's not surprising then". But I wasn't tired at half past one this morning. I'm tired not having been able to get to sleep, and having to get up to get the car seen to. I get grumpy when I'm tired, but we have lots planned today, so I shall have to try
very hard not to be grumpy...
Hey, a blog. What's it all about then? And will anyone read this? And does it matter?
Actually, I was thinking as I drove home today (before driving over the THING in the middle of the road which has lead to my car making a funny noise) about the name for this blog. It's vicks6 because I've been vicks6 for some time on the internet. Which I didn't want to be. I wanted to be vicks, or vix, or vik. I didn't want to be sixth in line. But I'd quite like to know who it was who got there first. Where and who are vicks 1 - 5?
The car now has less than half a bumper. Or the underside of the bumper, whatever that would be called. Perhaps the bumper's arse. Guess I'll now have to get it to the car repairer to work some magic on it. Oh well.
