Over
brekkie I was rather short with my father in law. He was re-posting some utter
rubbish about 5G phone signals killing trees. Even though this has been disproved (and he’s been sent
the evidence) he still persists in spreading this misinformation. Why do
people do this? There is so much on the Internet which is patently untrue, and
which only takes a few seconds to disprove, but still people persist in
spreading these lies.
But
take a moment to look at the link he shared. It reads “No need
to read it all,…. No need to go to town with too much data/detail either”.
Really ?! Doesn’t this sum up what’s wrng with the Internet?
I also saw on Facebook that this same father in
law has bought my niece a car for her birthday. He can be a very generous man… with
some of his grandchildren.…
When
my piss cooled I then had a little look on eBay to confirm some suspicions I
formed last night. If you type “old Lego” into the eBay search bar you
find thousands of Lego sets up for sale. If you type in “vintage Lego”,
“1960s Lego” or “1970s Lego” you get substantially the same
things coming up in the search results, only cheaper.
I
took the dogs out for a little walk. As we went up the road we met Dan-Dan and
Bella at the bus stop. Bella fussed Fudge; Treacle hid from her. Dan-Dan told
me they’d been waiting an hour for the bus, and then three arrived at once.
We
walked on round the park. We managed to avoid most of the other dog walkers as
we went, but we did meet OrangeHead in the co-op field. As we walked I was
rather worried about Fudge; he seemed to be walking very awkwardly. But once we
got to the co-op field he took off like a bullet from a gun and chased Treacle
round the field a few times. For all that he is not a well dog, perhaps I fuss
too much?
With
a little time to spare, I wrote up some work-related C.P.D. As I typed, the door
bell rang. It was the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Looking back at our conversation, I
think it fair to say that I had them on the ropes. The nice lady had to admit
that she did spend a *lot* of her time making excuses for her God. And
she had no explanation why we should pray to God in the crappier times rather
than expecting God not to allow the crap to happen in the first place. She
looked visibly shaken when I told her that I was once a Steward in the
Methodist church (I was!) and that *if* there is a God,
demonstrably it is at best disinterested in humanity, and probably rather
cruel. I told her that perhaps it was here who might like to reflect on what
I’d said, and I closed the door.
As
I drove to work so the sun came out. Women's Hour was just finishing on the
radio, and was followed by "From Our Own Correspondent" which
featured snippets about current affairs in Canada, Ethiopia and Hungary. It was
rather interesting in an obscure sort of way.
With
a few minutes spare I thought I might hunt out a geocache which had gone live
(a few weeks ago) which wasn't *that* far off of my way to Pembury. I
got to where the I could park the car. I walked to within a yard of the cache,
and the heavens opened. I had a quick look, but I didn't want to spend the day
in soaking wet clothes so I abandoned and ran back to the car. I can hunt out
that one some other time. By the time I'd driven two miles I found I was
again in glorious sunshine.
I
got to work and went to the canteen. Chicken curry followed by sponge and
custard set me up for the day. I spent much of a rather busy late shift
wondering if I really want to carry on actually doing this job. At the moment
my long-term plan is to carry on doing the same job for the next four and a third
years at which point I become eligible to get some of my pension. I then intend
to go part time. However at all times I’m in a rather stressful environment. If
I make a mistake I really can kill someone, and (as I know from bitter
experience) if I make a mistake I will very much be on my own.
Yesterday
I had a message from two friends who were trying to head-hunt me to be a lab
tech in a school. For all that the hours are shorter and I’d get the school
holidays, weekends and nights off, the money isn’t all that. To be honest I
didn’t really fancy it.
Mind
you I also saw an advert for a job which pays more than I get; being a train
conductor. Doesn’t it sum up what is wrong with our world when a train
conductor with a few weeks training gets paid far more than a registered
biomedical scientist with six years’ formal training, very active ongoing
continual training, and decades of experience?
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