Hello Spambots

Found my blog have ya? Fortunately I don't get bored with rejecting your comments, and I'm especially not going to install Firefox now. Sod off. If I wanted Firefox I'd get the DVD of the 1982 Clint Eastwood film of that name, shite though it was.

I've got a great new game for after work. It's called easy food and a drinky. I've just had an enormous meat pie and a bottle and a half of red wine. It's working for me! And Gizmo's got a new game, he's worked out the "drag yourself around your scratch pole on your back in very small, fast circles whilst on your back game. He seems a tad confused tonight. If I were reading the signs right, I believe he's let another mouse go in the place and is desparate to catch it.

Work itself was less than groovy. We had a wonderful team experience, but that was mainly due to the fact that there wasn't any work to do. They've centralised a very large part of the selection work away from us; leaving our local selection people ... frankly a little low in the cage. As usual with our place, they do things with the best of intentions and just muck everything up in the process, and destroy what morale we thought we had left. Never mind. At least this time, it's not my bunch that have been mindf*cked, but we're feeling the pinch in the less productivity from the selectors and they're effecting everyone. You'll have to forgive me, I know what I'm trying to say, but it's late, I'm tired and wine's a factor here. Hey. The bosses have screwed it up again. That'll do.