Old school diary
Oh, I dunno, something about hating my job, pointless yearning for some girl out of my league, a bit of random angst and self-loathing. Just pad that out a bit.
Actual diary type thing
So anyway. What have I been doing since my last drunken diary? I have been happily working away on a project, getting paid what still seems to me to be ridiculous amounts of money to do so, but who am I to argue with the wisdom of the marketplace? It all seems to have gone swimmingly well (FSVO swimmingly), and the contract ended at the end of March which much booze, so all is good.
Amusingly, they seem to only be able to cope without me for three weeks, as I've been asked to go back and do another three months on some other stuff. Like I've told you all before, get into project management - you get to blame the lazy peons when stuff doesn't work out, and upper management start to rely on you to tell them what reality is. Not that I do either of those things, of course...
Let's think... ah, yes, women. I promised the Borg I'd mention the Slovakian. Long story short: Nice young lady at sandwich shop round the corner from work, we seemed to get on very well with moderate amounts of flirting leading to longer slightly stilted and awkward conversations. I never made a move, because, well, you know, psychologically damaged geek, etc., she ended up going back to Slovakia. Week after she left, her friend at the sandwich shop was telling me how the Slovakian was asking after me by phone. This subtle clue is what made me think perhaps I should have said something before she, you know, left the country. Whoops.
She's coming back in June, apparently...
Angst and self-loathing... Nope. I'm fresh out. Sorry.
Why yes, I am a filthy capitalist pig-dog
So, life as a contractor. It makes me want to go "Yarr!" every time I get into the office. I am currently trying to suppress this desire.
To be honest, I am still amazed there is that bit of a manager's brain that decides advice is worth however much you are paying for it. It perplexed and infuriated me as a permanent employee, it perplexes and amuses me as a contractor, which is progress of a sort.
Anyway, does all this mean I am now pushing for lower corporate taxation? Demanding a more favourable capital gains tax settlement? Thinking that David Cameron looks a nice young man? I think that would be a no.
Tax is the price you pay for living in a society civilised enough to allow you to earn your money in the first place. Stop whinging about paying it. Especially as it pays for me.
As those of you who have been paying attention will have noticed, I will be free from the next three month contract around the end of July. Given I had planned to take a nice wodge of time off now (before being lured back by the whiff of money, like a good socialist) I intend to take a nice wodge of time off then, in the much nicer summer time - always good for watching the
women world go by. So, to get you all in the mood for summer, tell me which is your favourite lazy summer afternoon pub, and why...
Super bonus section
Just for reference, the rest of the country doesn't care about your local government elections, London. Please to not be putting them on the front page of national newspapers, thank you. Unless you're willing to do the same for Hartlepool, I suppose.
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