Resolution

Mr Baskerville has made some resolutions for 2011.

Do not drink so much, at least while at work
Find a new job
Stop being so sarcastic
Develop some useful skills (at present Mr B is like a hand-loom weaver in the Industrial Revolution)
Find a new job
Pay more attention to detail at wor - oooh, shiny
Blog more frequently
Find a new job
Tell the publisher what he thinks of her
Apply for EI
Sleep on friend's floors, sofas, the park...

How likely is it that Mr B will actually stick to any of these?

Crisis!

Massive fuck-up today...Mr Baskerville  put the wrong folios on EVERY SINGLE PAGE!!! Ooops. He was confused by all the early deadlines, that's his excuse.

So, he is sending all the pages again! Perhaps it is just as well that his job is moving to the Philippines, as he is clearly incompetent.

He would like a new career. By next week, if at all possible.

Presents of Mind

It is the festive season here at Mr Baskerville's office. This basically means that now everyone else is drinking at lunchtime, which is fine with Mr B. He will wave goodbye to his job, which is moving to sunnier climes, in a haze of bellinis and wine.

It is also the season of cutbacks. The HR department sent e-christmas cards this year. HR is evidently carefully monitoring time, and absolutely no time at all was spent in designing this card.

The publisher where Mr B works is even more conscientious. She wasted no time at all, but simply forwarded a festive e-card which she had received from an Oil and Gas company.

It is also the season of gift-giving, which, in a just and fair world, would also mean gift-receiving. Mr B rushed out at the last possible moment and purchased a 'lovely' gift from the Sale table for the person he works (and I use the word in it's loosest sense) with. There was a time limit, as this person was leaving for their vacation the next day and Mr B wanted to allow time for her to reciprocate. This morning he received: a candy cane.

Merry Fucking Christmas, company.

A Rare Post

Happy Christmas to me! I got a job, yep. This is a positive, happy post. Some may say a 'boring' post.

Stay tuned for disgruntled updates from NEW JOB!

Focus is so Importan... ooh, shiny!

Since finding out his job is about to go on vacation to sunny tropical parts with cheap labour, Mr Baskerville has had real problems concentrating at work.

In one week, he sent a colour page to press with all the ads on the wrong side of the page. Oops. He also fucked up the calendar.

And he really doesn't give a shit.

degree, schmagree

Very important things pop up, and need to be done right away, when I am trying to study for an exam. Here are some things that urgently needed to be done:

- Christmas card writing
- plucking of eyebrows
- tending to Roxanne
- shaving legs
- cleaning closet
- washing windows
- cooking real meals
- wrapping presents
- printing of photos (for christmas cards)
- organizing tupperware
- skyping long-distance friends
- reading random blogs on internet
- facebook, oh facebook
- you tubing cartoons from childhood
- watching important tv
- organizing files on my computer

Holiday in Cambodia

...or at least Manilla.

Today, Mr Baskerville was informed via 'web-conference' that his job will be outsourced to the Philipines...at some indeterminate future time. Could be next year, could be tomorrow. Better take back that 72" TV!

Shortly after this, the publisher (wordscramble: ankerw) asked him why no one from the production department was attending the work Christmas "party"!

Luckily, words failed him.