So,
I've been in my new job for three months now, and I've somehow managed to keep my desk remarkably clear. Literally I mean. At my previous job I was drowning in bits of paper and books and CDs and papercips and probably body parts, but here, I can see desk. Quite a lot of desk, in fact. Which leads me to think that the clutter at my previous job was due more to the sheer weight of pointless paper-pushing admin and arse-covering critical path twattery that crashed down on me like a great big wave of fuck than any innate untidiness on my part. Although I am, still, innately untidy.
Granted, this isn't the most searing insight I could've offered today, but I blog so infrequently at the moment you kind of have to take what you get.
Also, I might knock Move to the Country on the head. Really, I can't be fucked with it. I'm in the country (sort of). That's pretty much the extent of the joke, if it can even be called a joke. Move on.
Granted, this isn't the most searing insight I could've offered today, but I blog so infrequently at the moment you kind of have to take what you get.
Also, I might knock Move to the Country on the head. Really, I can't be fucked with it. I'm in the country (sort of). That's pretty much the extent of the joke, if it can even be called a joke. Move on.
