- Real diarising (i.e. my to-do list)
- Tedious car DIY
- Getting my mum a present
- Planning my weekend
- Work lifestyle whinging
- Work technical whinging
- Bedroom drama (of a dull sort)
- Conforming to UKian stereotypes
- Poor health
- Gadget freakery
- Bike porn
- Phone up dentist.
- Phone up mobile phone company.
- Eat lunch.
- Examine car. See if it's still dripping (small amounts of) diesel.
- Go to Smethwick.
- Buy Hydraflush and LHM and fuel hose.
- Go to station and get train to Birmingham.
- Find a birthday present for my Mum.
- Return from Birmingham (via Park and Ride in Smethwick).
- Drain car hydraulics and refill with hydraflush, washing filters in petrol.
- Fit new fuel hoses, if I need them.
- Stop fiddling with car because there's lots else to do.
- Write up plan of church services for this Easter weekend away, what with me being in charge of services.
- Write up half hour seminar I have to do on how to do church services.
- Yeah, right, I've already run out of time. Also, I've just realised I have to do my laundry before anything else. Here's picture from last laundry day:
They're not as good as misslake's, I think.
Tedious car DIY
So, the reason for all my car based errands is that I'm attempting to make a 12 year old car serve me for the rather excessive amount of driving I have to do to commute to a job that's a 100 mile round trip (only 3 days a week, though). I've dramatically cut down on the weekend excursions, though.
The main problem with the car isn't the age, but the fact that over its one eighth of a million miles, it seems to have had little servicing. In particular, given that it's air sprung, those springs need changing every 40000 miles or so. They're cheap. It's about £100-£200 for the set at an independent garage, but they'd not been done on the car when I got it at 115000 miles, and it bounced like a fucker. I took a shameful 5000 miles before I got round to it. As the bloke in the garage pointed out, they were dangerous. Worse still, they'd shaken the ABS sensors apart, so when it came to passing the MOT (roadworthiness) test, those all needed replacing, at a parts cost of £250 and a labour cost of £200. Steep.
So now, the hydraulics are all bunged up and the rear height sensor isn't moving. I'll run the hydraulics with flush in for 1000 miles, then replace with ordinary fluid. That should clear it out, otherwise it's to the junkyard for a replacement rear height sensor, or a new one at £100 (depending on what rec.autos.citroen says).
Should all be fun. There's a few other minor fixes that need doing, too, but that should see me through for a while.
No idea, here. I've a feeling she's a bit overwhelmed with stuff at the moment, too, so introducing new gadgets to her world isn't a good thing. I think furnishings will fit the bill. A trip to Habitat it is, then.
Planning my weekend
Well, there's a social weekend for people in the church this weekend, and I got myself in charge of organising the services, mainly because if I didn't, everything would be done wrong and be all about singing, which is annoying. So I've got to write up all the page references and everything for all the services so that everyone can find what's going on, and write a checklist so that we know we've got people to read everything out. That should be fun.
Come to think of it, that should also prepare me for writing up the seminar I'm giving on how to do the services correctly.
There'll be hot chixxors there, too, as well as interesting people, so it should end up being fun. I will be knackered though. My stamina is well below what's needed for ordinary life. I only work three days a week and I'm knackered all the time.
n.b. I'm not responsible for that abomination of a website I just linked to. Well, I'm responsible for hosting it, but the design is not mine. That said, I'm glad someone else did it, even if I don't approve.
Work lifestyle whinging
Another colleague has joined us at the office, replacing the Lebanese bloke who told obscene jokes, had poor English, and demanded he did just the one job (packing), at which he was not much good, although highly praised by my boss.
Anyway, this new colleague is getting towards her late middle age and is divorced from her husband, with children. Superficially, this is similar to the accounts clerk, who, obviously for a mail order business, (officially, as the boss only claims 25 hours a week for administrative reasons) works the longest hours of the five employees. They're different people, however. I think the following scene is typical:
Cast: Boss (B), New Administrative Woman (NAW), Veteran Accounts Clerk (VAC), Me (No speaking parts. I bite my tongue in these exchanges).
Setup: Boss in his office, landlocked by the main office, in which the other three of us sit. His door is open, so he talks through to us. Time is 4pm.
B: NAW, what rank's your son in the navy.
NAW: Warrant Office Class 2. [IIRC]
B: So he's a pe*tea* officer.
NAW: You could say that. Why did you want to know?
VAC: No, he's not talking to you, he's talking to me. He wants me to make the tea.
NAW: I know what he wants, I'm not going to do it for him.
VAC: It's alright, I do it.
NAW: I know that, I just don't think you should.
VAC: No, I do it. What do you want, B?
B: [Somthing esoteric]
I think that was roughly how it went.
I was tempted to point out to NAW that "we don't let him near the dangerous things like the kettle", but it seemed unfair to have conflict and an argument on the newby's first day. She seemed quick on the uptake with the tea hints anyway.
This rudeness is taken as standard.
Work technical whinging
I cocked up when originally taking on the technical part of this job by accepting someone else's plan for what shopping cart software/hosting plan to use for our online shop, for which I am responsible. So, we're stuck with ASP, and a truly dire piece of software, such as all ASP freeware is (and, I'm sure, the stuff you pay for, too). Anyway, the time has come to migrate the database from Access to MS SQL. This has been a pain in the arse. I hate the whole convoluted job.
Also, the product database for inhouse stuff is FileMaker Pro. It is designed by the boss's wife. She seems to be dyslexic. She also seems to be somewhat insecure (see transcript above for hints as to why). She is not technically trained. It's a nightmare. Filemaker Pro is not good software.
I get hassled every time some tiny feature changes, such as I use a computer (I have no Mac assigned to me, which is what everyone else uses, so occasionally I have to leave the safety of my PC).
I have squandered all my ability to be trusted by making optimistic pronouncements which failed to take into account the above clusterfucks and the clusterfuck that is my life when making estimates as to how soon things can get done. <sigh>.
I spilt my glass of water on my sheets as I was attempting to have a nice lie in this morning. It was annoying. I got them off before the mattress got wet, however.
Conforming to UKian stereotypes.
I'm not enrolled at a dentist. The life threatening fiasco I was put through with an incompetent GP when I first arrived here in lovely Walsall, combined with the fact that my Dad had the wrong tooth pulled by his dentist shortly after made me a touch wary of finding a good dentist.
So when I got a sharp edge on my first upper right molar a year or so ago, I put it on my to-do list of things that needed fixing. Unfortunately, a week ago, I found that it had actually become a largeish hole in my upper right canine. I'm hoping that my parents' current (NHS (i.e. subsidised)) dentist will be able to enrol me. I was told to phone today and sound contrite, and they may manage it. Still, may be a fair old bill. It'll be my first dental work. I may need a few molars filled, too, though. It's been a hard couple of years on my teeth.
Not much to say here. I'm wanting some Infliximab for my Crohn's disease, but the consultant's umming and ahing about whether I need it. The nurse specialist seems fairly clear on the point. It's an expensive drug, though. I've a feeling it may have a bearing on the problem, but I'm not sure. I always end up looking much more healthy when I'm talking to a consultant, though. It's like an interview room, I guess.
I got a new mobile. It's a Nokia N90. It's a flip phone with a 2 megapixel camera and a decent (Carl Zeiss branded) lens. The sensor's CMOS, and poor in low light, though. Puzzling. The pictures are good enough for me not to need a camera, though, and with the phone free, a £35 line rental commitment for 6 months (plus 12 months after at whatever level) and 50% of that back if I claim a rebate, it seems worth it.
The screen on the inside (it's a flip phone) is the best screen I've ever seen. It's about 200dpi, I think, and lovely and sharp. A nice toy. I'll get a bigger MMC card for it and put some music on it soon.
This chainguard looks positively delicious for utility bike porn. The top one, that is.
More utility bike porn: A carbon fibre Gazelle. Only 15kg, all in. Apart from the Brooks saddle and Carradice saddlebag, of course.
ACNTSSE on my first go to play on
towaRd but I couldn't make anything from it. I'm a muppet.
I spent a little too much effort on this thread last night. Still, all good fun.
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