View From A Bus

My Dear Fellow,

Very funny weather today. Bright sunlight and warm when this photo was taken, then sleet on the way home. 

It makes dressing for the outdoors a pick 'n' mix experience.

Today I went to the doctor for some patronising chat, and some advice that will hopefully alleviate my now-weekly headaches. This meant arriving at work late and also leaving late. This also threw the work PMO people into a panic because I - GASP - registered only 6 hours of work today (I'm planning to make it up later in the week).

But SIX hours is less than EIGHT hours, they explained. We must work EIGHT HOURS A DAY or something bad happens. I think the Old Gods return or something.

I told them that - over the course of the week - they would get their eight hours a day when it all averaged out. But no. This would not do. I was made to log back in to the time recording thingy and asked to add 2 hours of "nothing" to today.

"But that means when I work more hours tomorrow that I'll have officially worked 42 hours a week when I've really only worked 40." I said.

Apparently, that is all right. I am not sure why. You can work 42 hours even though you haven't really and even though 2 hours of it don't really exist.

Managers. 'Oo'd 'ave 'em?

El Parsones

p.s.  And if you have Kim Wilde singing in your head after reading the title of today's Blip then join the club.