Taking Care of the People

My Gov't knows how to take care of it's citizens:

Number of weeks unemployed: 19

Total amount of money from the gov't: $413.

Gee thanks.

Married? You suck

I had started to develop a work crush at my new job. I ran into potential crush in lunch room sometimes. And got all nervous and giggly when chatting to him. But I found out yesterday that he is married and has a family. Crush is over.

All the good ones are taken. All the icky ones are left.

oh and ps: I have had wonderful experiences with mixing work with pleasure...
hahahahahhahahahahahaha

Crisis! Crisis!

Crisis at work today. Mr Baskerville's production department has been outsourced, starting end of March!!! He as 24 hours to decide if he wants to apply for a demotion, or accept a non-specified buyout.

So naturally, he had to go out for drinks after work and is in no condition to make any kind of decision right now.

Book Review: The Iliad

Yep, the Iliad. Long, very long...but then again, Mr B read it before he realised he could simply watch the movie.

Background facts: very long poem composed quite a while ago. In Greek, apparently. By a blind dude.

Review: This was surprisingly enjoyable, considering it is about a 10 year siege after which (Spoiler alert) everyone dies, apart from the few people with foresight enough to star in their own poems.

Achilles, pouting, petulantly refuses to play. The Trojans attack the Greeks. People bite the dust. The Greeks attack the Trojans. More dust biting. Helen moons them from the city walls. Deaths abound. The Trojans quarrel among themselves. Achilles is still pouting. Then his best mate is killed and Achilles has a temper tantrum and there is yet more fighting. The Trojan top dude is killed and the book abruptly ends.

Oh yeah, and there's a bunch of inexplicable gods, also fighting.

Book Reviews

Mr Baskerville is planning a series of posts, reviewing the books he has read while at work.

These were all downloaded from Project Gutenberg, a site full of free books, mainly classics. Thus Mr B was able to expand his education (enabling him to show off at dinner parties) without wasting his own time! Genius.

And now the salient points so you, lucky reader, don't have to waste your own time.

Today, Charles 'paid by the word' Dickens' A Tale Of Two Cities.

Reading this was the worst of times. People whine a lot, the French are revolting, obsessive shoemaking, dopplegangers, spies, posh English bloke loses his head over a French bird.

It would have been a far, far better thing to actually not read it at all.

Probation: not just for ex cons

When one starts a new job, there is a time frame called 'probation' in which the employer can fire you without a reason. This is not a good time for the new employee, who is trying desperately to do a fantastic job in a short period of time, and to be loved by everyone. An impossible feat. What about the rights of the employee? Why don't we get a time where we can 'fire' an employer and get subsidized by the gov't until we find an employer 'who fits right in'.

Boogers and Tears

So, when I arrived at my new job, they had my desk nicely set up for me. There were pens, pads of paper, sticky notes, a binder, a company pin, you know, all the stuff one needs to excel at their job. It was a nice touch. However, one thing I can't figure out is why there were three boxes of tissues on my desk, THREE, all in different spots of my work area. Did they expect me to be crying a lot? Or did they think I had a booger problem?

Milk and Honey

There is no milk in the fridge here. Mr Baskerville cannot function without tea...at least 8 cups a day. Tea without milk is like Fred without Ginger, Sausages without Mustard, Sodom without Gomorrah...

Come on, People In Charge. Get your arses into gear and buy us a couple pints of milk.

It's not like we're asking for the holy grail, FFS.

Learning Curve

Mr Baskerville is learning a lot these days. Sadly, nothing that will enable him to secure a better job. 

He has learned:

• to have at least one appointment per week - dentist/chiropractor/doctor/kid's concert (he may have to borrow someone's child for this, he has not thought it all through yet)
• that threatening to sue the company enables an astonishingly useless colleague keep their job
• that pissing about on the internet all day does not lead to sacking
• that upper management are shockingly inept
• that he would very much like a drink, right about now would be good

Oh Joy, Oh Rapture

Mr Baskerville has recently had some training!!! He is now qualified to input data. Yes, data entry. Typing in ad account numbers, prices, colour mix...all important stuff, of course. The lifeblood of the industry, if you will.

Why, therefore, does he feel like shooting the computer?

Fuck it, he is off out for cocktails at lunch.