I’m lisnin’ to an eighties tune called ‘Talk Talk’. I just aborted a pit thread wherein I was going to bitch about work. How I am feeling overwhelmend and under-noticed lately. I can’t blame anyone. They have stuff on their plate too. Like sorting out years of bad management and neglet. I have some of that to sort too. I also have a brown-nosing cow-orker who does fuck-all of any real substance. He’s the expert at seeming busy.
But I am just not in a bad enough mood. Life is bigger than that. The future’s bright, the future’s oran… er. good.
And I have two thirds of a new Discworld book, and 99.8% of a Nick Hornby Book to read.
And I foun out by half-chance who’s blasted dog barks all day… It’s a colleague who moved in up the road who I have a friendly raport with and who’s dog is left out because it tends to wreck the inside of the house.
I don’t know yet if this new knowledge is a good thing or a bad thing. I now only have to make a simple phonecall to ask that the dog be kept indoors. On the other hand I may lose the friendship and reap the wrath of a lesbian who’s been known to get into some pretty violent arguments with other poeple over nothing.