late (from 3rd Nov 06)
November 19, 2009 at 8:30 pm | In Migrated 20six stuff | Leave a CommentTags: Sufjan Stevens, work
15 minutes late in today – a new record since starting the new job (but still woefully short of the all time best) mainly because of the Piccadilly Line which was slow, ram packed and horrible. Could also be because I stayed at home to listen to all 3 versions of Chicago on Sufjan Stevens Avalanch LP, dropped my winter coat off at the dry cleaners and bought a sandwich from tescos. But mainly it was the tube, ok?
Bought candles for Sallie yesterday – happy birthday Sal – from habitat, as chosen by Charlotte and me which made me fairly late back into work after lunch – a good 40 minutes – good news was that no-one said a thing – the boss is only a contractor and so he doesn’t mind so much and also no-one really knows when you leave and how long you’ve taken. Still, I will try and be good.
Catching up on a slow Sunday afternoon
October 18, 2009 at 3:25 pm | In Uncategorized | 4 CommentsTags: 20six, Dorset, geocities, twitter, weddings, work
Well, I’ve not been great in writing this blog for months now. Distractions can occur. When I’m at work I am sat in front of a PC for at least 5 hours a day and there’s a routine of non-work that fits snugly into the routine of actual work; I check the BBC news pages and read any new stuff about Saints or AFC Bournemouth; I delete the freecycle emails from my yahoo account – I have no stuff to give away and no room for anything else – sometimes I might skim them just in case someone is giving away a crate of priceless old punk vinyl (they never are); I check my last.fm pages and I check here too. Anyway, there’s a finite amount of time all this non-work can fit into and, against my better judgement, and after work said to me that I actually should get one of them because, well I work in IT and they are the future apparently, I signed up with Twitter. Twice.
So, if you ever want to;
www.twitter.com/thisisall1word – that’s my ‘normal’ one
www.twitter.com/joefoster_PICT – that’s my ‘work’ one
So there’s that eating into my time a bit. Not sure if I like it yet because I am thoroughly bored of people having conversations saying “You do read Stephen Fry’s twitters don’t you? You don’t! Oh, well, and this is so funny…” blah blah blah. Conversation gets sucked into what some celebrities think about something. Celebrities, even those as great as Mr Fry, can hold good opinions but I dislike the viral like spread of this culture further and further into our daily lives.
Where was I? Where was I?
Twitter joins the list and blogging sits back. Plus I’ve still been archiving the old 20six blog stuff (not done for a while) and I now have to worry about backing up all my old geocities content. Back in the day before people said inane things such as “back in the day” I was a geocities dweller, hotsprings neighbourhood, class of 97, back when there was a big thing made when we reached 250,000 members. This, I thought, is the future. And it was for a while. Now it’s closing down and I have to pick through badly constructed html and save what I can by next week…
So so so so so so so so so.
Apologies, I’ve not been writing here, have I? Not much. Not often.
My ankle got knackered at Mildew’s wedding – I stepped into the gloom behind a statue of queen Victoria thinking the ground was flat when in fact there was a 3 step drop. My ankle is getting better but it is still not fit enough for me to use it for something important.
I swam – did I say this already – in October Dorset waters…
I swam again in
October Dorset Waters
From Man of War Bay
And off Portland Bill
Handstands on Purbeck Limestone
Down from Golden Cap
…last weekend was the best man speech nerves and remaining calm and collected before the service so that Fox remained calm(ish) and collected(ish), remembering the rings, handing out orders of service, smiling, shaking hands and trying to fix names to faces to positions on family trees. Rewriting my speech on teh fly and watching in wonder at Fox’s great speech in English and Norweigan and then some harmonica blowing to the Ramones ‘Baby I Love You’… Drinking a bit too much a bit too early, forgetting to keep checking the camera and top it up with polaroid paper (but it was all good), dancing with everyone I could, being the last to leave and being refused entry into the Big Chill bar (quite rightly so) heading back to drink Bourbon and Coke with Nicole and Karen, waking up without a hangover the next day, waking up still drunk, sleeping more, waking up with a hangover, shooting across town to try and look stable and eat food with families of the bride and groom, return suits to angry suit hire man – “they’re in the wrong fucking bags” – back to relax…
…work was busy busy busy this week, lots of things going wrong but all fixed by close of play Friday and off to the pub at work in the palace for much needed drinks. Boss celebrating a 40th birthday and was happily drunk when I left at 8. Met lots of people I worked with years ago all saying “Hi, haven’t seen you for ages, I am drunk” “me too, me too”…
(from 4th Sep 06)
September 3, 2009 at 5:22 pm | In Migrated 20six stuff | Leave a CommentTags: work
The slow tick of the clock draws me wearily in and out of its existence. Hands type from some inbuilt set of reflex and reaction The brain lies inactive, comatose The spine receives and sends messages, none. The working week slouches sideways. Forward through this thick soup of blank calendars I am sitting, waiting. But, nothing.
catch up (from 21st May 06)
July 23, 2009 at 2:25 pm | In Migrated 20six stuff | Leave a CommentTags: dreams, eurovision song contest, job interview, lordi, work
not blogged for a while – find myself working sunday trying to make sure that everyone in the refreshments department gets paid all their overtime – there’s bloody loads of it to pop on the payroll.
I loved Eurovision last night, I thought that Russia did very well but I’m glad that Lordi won it. Excellent stuff. After that watched crappy CSI and then a bit of some god awful sex change operation programme. Plenty of G&T’s kept me going through tele hell.
thisisalloneword dreams of; his half brother, who has the same name as he does; pulling nails from someone’s feet; swimming somewhere & waves.
Brother Deej is off round the world in 9 days! Good for him. I could do with a holiday, I’ve not left the country since 2001 – need a passport first, must get one when I have some money.
Job interview next week! Might possibly become a nerd working in the new IT department. Would be a promotion and a few more quid – might mean that I could actually start saving some! Or alternatively might allow me to buy shit loads more records. Either/Or.
orange-for-a-head
June 4, 2009 at 11:10 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentTags: orange-for-a-head, work
These days at work Joe is finding he has to surpress fits of giggles on a recurring basis.
Yesterday during a meeting about pay awards he was told that anyone could nominate a colleague for a pay award, annonymously, and that line managers would then approve or reject the application. Joe imagines a line manager who consistently and anonymously nominates all their staff for a pay award only to then reject all the applications in a repeating pattern of a joke so personal that no one really finds it funny. Except Joe, who has to apologise to others for the small outbursts of lughter that punctuate the otherwise sombre meeting.
Today, while making tea, the orange-for-a-head joke floats around his mind, probing for ticklish spots and nearly succeeding whilst Joe carries his cuppa back to his desk. Try explaining that one; ‘well, I spilt my tea everywhere because I told myself a joke and found it very very funny’ -you will get strange looks.
Anyways… the orange-for-a-head joke is, perhaps, the single funniest joke that there is and a very good barometer of the tastes and predilections of every single person on the planet. If you find it uncontrollably funny then, congratulations, you have a wonderful sense of humour and I am sure we would get on just fine.
useless time travel and a study of tube travel behavior after wine
March 27, 2009 at 12:00 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentTags: flann o'brien, time travel, work
Time Travel is of course a great idea and yet and yet I can not help thinking that today at 13:40 was a bad example and experience. I had walked downstairs to the cafe to pick up milk and when I started running up the 4 flights of stairs back to work (exercise regime continues…) I looked up at a TV screen and saw it was 12:40 again. I know for a fact that it had already been 12:40 an hour ago because that’s the time that a guy was shadowing me at work – he was meant to come at 11:30 but was over an hour late.
So what do I do?
I looked through the doors into the office at myself sat there and figured it was a bad idea to go inside.
People often daydream that if they could go back in time they would put right what went wrong or put bets on outcomes of sporting events. What could I do with my extra hour of knowledge? Not a lot. I went outside and sat in the park and then watched myself at 13:25 walk over the road towards an other building at work. I cringed because I looked ridiculous and awkward and horrible. But still I watched. At 13:40 I went back to the 4th floor staircase and after watching myself dissapear to 12:40 I continued work.
Later that day I am drunk and sat on the tube reading Flann O’Brien, listening to dubstep on random and trying to posture somewhere between intelligentsia and fuck you. My suit is tired, the trouser leg ends are worn, undone and scuffed, my shoes are still holding but have never been polished, my shirt is untucked and my head is shaved to a grade 2, but badly. How did I get here? Where do I get off? & what the fuck?
20sex.co.uk? (from 28th Jan 06)
March 22, 2009 at 11:59 am | In Migrated 20six stuff | Leave a CommentTags: bad porn sites, bee keeper uniform, gold top hats, Stacy From Eastenders, student loans, work
Ummm, complete bombardment of bad porn sites hitting 20six! At least it makes a change from USA lawyers but, deary me, that’s not what you want when you have to come into work on a Saturday because you need the money (and I fucking need it – these gold top hats don’t clean themselves you know – that’s why I employ Stacy from Eastenders to dress up in uniform (bee keeper) and dust ‘em good and proper) and all I require from the intynet is XFM and the footie scores not granny grumble.
Hurray up Thursday, I need to be paid. i have £10 i can use till I reach my overdraft limit – thought – when when when do we get to clear overdrafts? I haven’t been a student for 5 years and I still bounces around that minus £1600 mark every bloody month… bah!
Comments:
I know, I came online to be greeted with silly porn blogs! Not impressed!
I have decided that it is a wise idea not to increase my overdraft to any more than I have at the moment (£500). I can just about manage a term on that much! Might do it to £600 for my next year as its my last, but we shall see!
Don’t work too hard!
Good work keeping your overdraft to the min!
Temptation got by far the better of me – I didn’t have to pay any Uni fees (except a few retakes), I got a grant (all though it was less than £300 for my three years combined), and I took out 4 student loans. I now live in poverty… but my record collection is top notch and I don’t regret the money invested in large amounts of Gin. I didn’t even get a part time job…
Oh well at least I have my degree (not honours sadly) to keep me warm as i freeze to death doing boring admin work for pennies…
4?? 4?? 4 student loans?! My my, you were tempted!
Ah well, it true, you can always burn the certificate that says you have a degree if things get too bad!
Help! (from 13th Dec 03)
February 18, 2009 at 1:52 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentTags: hats, work
What am I doing at work on a Saturday? Not a lot, I should be out shopping for presents but this year I am out of ideas for friends family and myself.
And I’ve got to make a hat to wear at Dave’s party next week. Oh! What to wear!
Hmmm I need more CD’s like the fourtet one out this year, that and mogwais one were fucking brilliant. also should I go watch Love Actually this evening? I can’t help but think that it will be absolute shite and I’d prefer to drink as much as possible instead. Friends may need persuading – we shall see.
FEAR (from 8th Dec 03)
February 18, 2009 at 1:43 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a CommentTags: fear, work
Quick meetings that appear with foreboding letters of compulsory attendance equals unrest and much nervousness. Speculation is, of course, rife. Is this the end? If so can us 2yr+ temps expect a weeks pay or no such luck. Maybe it is just a brief meeting to hand out little xmas presents and cards and suchlike. Who knows. All I know is that the fear is breeding and spreading and will overtake our internals and crush our festivities with impending doom and uncertainty.
Blog at WordPress.com. | Theme: Pool by Borja Fernandez.
Entries and comments feeds.
