screaming, rabid fits of pique (and some reading matter)
wow, there is a raging argument going on down the corridor. one of the other agencies' staffers has discovered that this stupid piece of work which i've been working on for weeks is nowhere to be found, and the admin people are being throttled; senior admin has had to come to help junior admin - all we can do now is set up x, y - i thought that had been done already - yes, so did we - this is really hurting my feelings - this is unacceptable (said who to whom?) ... sadly we don't have a dpko office here.
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i'll take this chance to link to the odd articles i found distracting last week:
- for Ed - how manipulative men in smart-casuals take a lovely, organic phenomenon and ruin it. it's quite thorough though, i'll give them that
- i'm not sure this applies to me, but perhaps one day it will
- right for our times (although it should be UCL rather than Oxbridge).
feel free to comment, criticise or put up other links : )
i appear to have brought a lunch of onion with onion garnish (now extraonioney!); thankfully half my colleagues are away and i'm unlikely to be kissing anybody.
i'd give my life for a digestive biscuit, as long as i got to eat the digestive biscuit* before giving my life.
*means seven or eight, singular for aesthetic purposes only
chris
posted by chris at 12:14 AM
5 Comments:
...the biscuits are on their way, as of lunchtime today. I imagine they'll make a lovely cheese-cake base considering the state they'll turn up in.
hazel, you rule. there are no other words. how's the dissertation? (unless that was the least sensitive thing i could possibly say, in which case: how's the castle?)
the castle is well. The dissertation could be winging its way to you by Friday (you're being emailed a copy whether you like it or not), fingers crossed. Aim to be sitting on a train down to London to hand the bloody thing in at the end of this week. I have a team of proof readers on it as we speak, although dad is trying to turn it into something social psychological. Who'd have an academic for a parent huh?
Hello Chris, this is Dave this time and not Jen posing as me.
I think the problem with binge working is that most people who do it do not earn enough to allow them to go to the Maldives. Also most forms of work if they do not constitute something you care for destroy your soul (the one that has no relation to any form of religion esp. not new age bollocks).
I have been looking in on you net wise from time to time.
I apologise for the fact that I am not sending you any biscuits, but I reserve the right to spontaneously do so at some point (knowing full well I probably won't but also wishing and hoping that I will).
I have a blog (well actually three - but they all say the same thing, machine gun approach to conversing with the inter-infinate) if you ever wonder what it is like back in blighty and inside my head.
Keep being you.
If you biscuit they will come.
x
Dave
the class dimension is definitely one of the problems - apart from among cutting-edge employers, the flexibility to work in a customised way will go hand in hand with qualificationist meritocracy (Michael Young also has a well impressive CV); it will also likely become a perk, something to incentivise workers, rather than an arrangement which just should exist - a way of raising productivity rather than humanising work, and a betrayal (old news, perhaps) of the idea that economic development should seek to increase leisure time and happiness for everyone.
That said, I should probably go and do some work now... the other problem being that the public sector and large employers (as alluded to in the article) will take a lot longer to catch on than little private entrepreneur-driven companies. Ho hum... see perhaps the got a good idea? links on the homepage
the sleeves of after eight mints are very satisfying to crumple.
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