According to my little stats thingy, someone at the headquarters of my benevolent employer is spending a ridiculous amount of time looking at my blog. I would like to believe that it is a managerial type*, meticulously searching my archives for a confession of stealing $75,000 in computer equipment, or urinating in the break room coffee. I almost hate to disappoint them, but those things won't be found here -- as they may have noticed, I don't possess that sort of initiative.
What you will find are confessions of my being a crap employee. On Monday, my coworkers and I were talking about when I will officially announce my departure -- still eight months off.
"I'll be sure to give them plenty of time," I said. "I realize it will take quite a bit of searching to find someone with as poor an attitude as mine."
My coworkers laughed a little too hard at that comment.
Completing a project five years late and millions of pounds over budget only to have the damned thing break on its first day -- that is the Portsmouth I know and love.
This is kind of cool, a map that shows with which major city people identify themselves.
(Found on Mnspeak)
I wish handkerchiefs would come back in vogue -- monogrammed handkerchiefs. I also wish modern clothing provided adequate pockets for pocket watches.
If you could have a relatively useless skill, what would it be? Knowing how to fish or play a musical instrument are useful skills -- I'm talking about those skills that are absolutely unnecessary, like being able to tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue, or being able to bend your pinky back to your wrist. My skill would be moonwalking. I wish I could moonwalk with unprecedented finesse.
*In truth, it's probably my dad -- he works in the same building. Hi dad!