I was *so*
glad when the alarm went off this morning. I had been embroiled in a (literal)
nightmare scenario in which Prince William had been shot by terrorists and (just
like in “Doctor Who”) had regenerated into a transvestite version of Adrian
Edmonson. I had been tasked by British intelligent to keep the news of “Princess
Adrian” secret whilst “Princess Adrian” was loudly opening a primary
school.
I wonder what
my subconscious was trying to tell me there?
Over a bowl
of granola I watched an episode of “People Just Do Nothing” before
sparking up my lap-top. Facebook had made a friend suggestion to me. I won’t
say wo the person in question was; let’s just say I knew him some twenty years
ago; he was a manager at work. A slimy little weasel who got the elbow. The
last I heard of him was that he was selling life insurance in Dover. He’s been
suggested to me by the automated system at Facebook because he is Facebook
friends with my cousin and an old school mate who both live in Hastings. I
should have a word with them…
My in-box was
equally devoid of anything of note, so I opened my advent calendar, got myself
organised for the day.
As I walked
to my car I had another look for that comet. I couldn't see it.
I drove off
to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about a leak from the
on-going Brexit negotiations in Brussels where a meeting had been described as
"bad". They were interviewing some Czech official who was
quick to offer reassurances. A "bad" meeting isn't one which
ends up in one big punch-up. A "bad" meeting is (apparently)
one which starts off with no obvious clear outcome.
Surely the
whole point of having a meeting is that there is no clear outcome to whatever
is being discussed, and that the meeting is to discover that outcome?
Presumably there are therefore "good" meetings which do kick
off with the outcome already decided. I’ve been to some of those.
I can't help
but wonder why anyone would ever waste time having a meeting that wasn't "bad",
but there are those whose entire life is spent in meetings and seem to love it.
There was
also a lot of talk about how the Army is seven thousand recruits short this
year. Blame was a assigned to a failure of the company who looks after army
recruitment. It was out-sourced a few years ago to an on-line system. The on-line system was four years late in
being delivered and is so complicated that potential soldiers are finding that
applying is too much hard work and are giving up at the keyboard rather than at
the assault course.
Work was
rather good; we had sweeties. Today was “Christmas Jumper Day”. My
Christmas jumper once had flashing lights. They are long broken now. Perhaps it
is time to get a new Christmas jumper; I might shop about in the January sales.
I came home and walked the dogs
round the block. "er indoors TM" soon came home
with "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" who
is staying for the weekend. He asked if we might watch “Lube-Tube” (as he calls “You-Tube”,
and that entertained him for about five minutes…
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