Well, sod all of course, I'm just trying to keep you interested.

Real Diary Entry

Illness

The dreaded HuSi illness struck me down most severely. I had to bail out of work at lunchtime on Friday, when I realised not only could I no longer hear, I could also no longer focus properly. So, in the interests of safety, I immediately drove myself home. OK, maybe not a good idea.

Had the most bizarre dream I have ever had on Friday night, spent Saturday not quite myself (was similar to being drunk, but with a good healthy dose of paranoia), and spent Sunday wheezing, thinking I was going to die of pneumonia.

Felt quite a bit better yesterday. Feel the same today, meaning I am half deaf, still coughing, but at least I can actually remember my name. Which, you know, is good. Not my name. My name isn't good. I mean, it is good, it just isn't Good. You know, like him in The Good Life. My name isn't Good. But, you know, it's quite good. I'll leave that there, I think.

The saga continues...

I did take FLFW for a drink last night after work, but that was it. Sorry. What did you expect?

Work

Is there a good way of telling a manager that actually, no, they can't dump that responsibility on you, because you are not empowered to make the necessary decisions, and that maybe, just maybe, he should do some fucking work himself?

Or, is there a good way of telling a manager that he is not th eonly person you report to, and that you can't do all of the tasks he has asked, and that maybe, just maybe, he should do some fucking work himself?

Or, is there a good way of telling a manager that if he insists on loudly having long conversations on the phone about non work stuff, he's likely to piss off the people paying his consultancy fees, and that it will distract you from doing all of your work, which means some won't get done, and that maybe, just maybe, he should do some fucking work himself?

Any advice gratefully ignored received.

Miscellaneous

Santa must die. No, really, he must.