I had a rather early night last night
and slept like a log. Yesterday had been rather tiring. I got up just before
the alarm this morning. Over brekkie I watched an episode of “You Rang M’Lord” then had a look-see at
what was going on in cyber-space.
It seemed that very little had happened
on Facebook overnight; that was probably for the best. Things have been rather
fraught on there over the last few days. Maybe one day I’ll elaborate on that
at some point; maybe not. One of the good things about being autobiographical
here is that I can dwell on the better things in my life and gloss over the
rest.
I had an email from LinkedIn. Unlike
their usual stuff, this one was interesting. It linked to a rather interesting
article
which was talking about how in this digital age employers are expecting their
staff to be available (via mobile phone
and internet) all day every day, and how there is now legislation in France
to allow staff to have “the right to
disconnect”. I can remember back when I was in a supervisory role I didn’t
seem to have that right. Looking back I was effectively on duty all day every
day from the summer of 1988 until the autumn of 2011. I would regularly get
phone calls at all hours of the night, and be expected to go into work to solve
problems at a moment’s notice. Even when I took the scouts for extended
holidays in Canada I was still hounded with questions and problems from work
via email.
I also had an email about a supervisor
vacancy where I now work. I considered applying for maybe two minutes…
As I browsed my lap-top had a visual C++
runtime error. I wonder what that was all about?
Usually I take the entire week of my
birthday off work. This year I didn’t; I’d only booked three days off. I
thought it was rather cheeky asking for more only having been in the new job
for a month, and I’d (rather
pessimistically) thought to save a few days in case Monday’s MOT had gone
badly and I needed more time off over the next few weeks for some vague
unspecified car-related reasons.
As I drove to work I wondered if those
on the radio would give any air-time to today being the fifty second
anniversary of Stan Laurel’s death. They didn’t; neither did
they make mention of the star discovered to have seven
earth-like planets. Instead they wittered on about political trivia which
will be forgotten by tomorrow.
I stopped off at Lidl’s for supplies,
then went in to work. I had a good day, and because of various hiccups I was
over an hour late getting out. But I didn’t mind. In fact I was rather pleased
about it.
The bosses were very appreciative of my
efforts. It is some years since I’ve felt I’ve done anything worthwhile at work…
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