A display of the way the company “works”…

• Monday : According to company lore, we’re moving offices in a week’s time to London. Three new people – two developers (one web dev, one application dev), one admin-type techie- start work in the current office, all on the understanding that we’re moving to London. All three live in London, and two have just moved to London primarily because of the new job.
• Tuesday : As described here, it’s a U-turn, and all of a sudden the web development teams are staying in the current office, while everyone else moves to London.
• Wednesday : All change again – the web development team are going to be based in London for a month, as the newly built team won’t be at full strength ’til September, so web stuff can be done in London, then moved back to the current office in September. During that month, the web people will all work on temporary computers, or perhaps laptops.
• Thursday : All change. Again. Now all the developers, both web and application, will stay in the current office. There’s no need for them to do the month in London. And it’s just the office admin and non-techies who will be based in London.
• Friday : Who knows? I’m sure I’ll keep everyone up to date as the day goes on…

You know how sometimes something really trivial happens that just brightens your day?

Yesterday it was the arrival from Amazon of “Soul Kitchen“, the new book by Poppy Z Brite. Fantastic!

(via Slashdot)
I’m sorry, but I think this is absolute genius. Got someone using your wireless network at home that isn’t supposed to be? Or who’s within range (a neighbour, for instance) of your network, and using it for free?

Turn the internet upside down. Geeky in the extreme, but funny as hell all the same.

I don’t know why, but my brain’s just not working right today.

I’ve got three posts in “Draft” version at the moment, and I can’t get the right wording for any of them. I hate being like this – thankfully it’s not a common occurrence. However, when it does happen, it drives me nuts.

I know what I want to say, I just can’t think of the best way to phrase it. I need to dump my brain somewhere, and for once D4D™ isn’t the place…

Actually, last night’s meeting went quite well – and I didn’t upset too many people. Then again, I managed to activate the self-censoring part of my brain, so the expression “Workshy bullshitting incompetent” didn’t pass my lips, no matter how many times I thought it.

The real pain in the arse was that I got a late train back from London to Reading, which eventually came in 15 minutes after the last train to Bracknell had departed. Arses.

So yes, a taxi home, in a thunderstorm. Thirty-fucking-five quid later, I was home…

I don’t mind too much, as it was primarily my fault for not paying attention to time etc., but still, it’s that kind of thing that can really knacker one’s profit margins if you’re not careful…

I’m off for a meeting tonight in London – the same private website I’ve been working on (and occasionally ranting about) over the last month or so.

It’s all ended up being consistently last-minute, with no real organisation, and a whole bunch of clowns who say they can do their stuff, but so far that conceit has been repeatedly disproved. Which, as regular readers may have noticed, drives me utterly crackers. I know it shouldn’t, that I should be used to it by now, but well, I’m not.

You see, I come from this background where if I can do something, then yes, I’ll shout it from the rooftops. I’m not overly good at being modest – but when it comes to this stuff, I’m bloody good at what I do. And if I don’t know how to do something, then I either a) find out, or b) say “No, I don’t know what you mean by that”. Which seems – to me – to be a pretty sensible way of dealing with life in general.

So when other people tell me “Yes, we know what we’re doing, we’ve done it before”, I tend to believe them. And then I get pissed off when it turns out that actually, they’ve no fucking idea what they’re talking about. Particularly when, by doing things wrong, they then fuck up the stuff that I’ve written already.

Yet somehow it’s me that’s in the wrong. I don’t know if it’s because I just get on and do stuff without fucking it up, or just that these people expect me to talk as much bollocks and bullshit as they do, but if I get pissed off at their incompetence, it’s my fault. I haven’t figured the logic of that one just yet. Maybe I’ll let you all know when/if I do suss it out.

And in the meantime, what’s the best option? Do I just assume that when people say they can write websites, or do certain types of code, or – well – anything, really, that they’re actually lying, and thus utter cunts? Do I save myself the time and stress, by just assuming that everyone else is incompetent? No, probably not – because then I’m just stereotyping, and last time I did that I got accused of being patronising, because I simply assumed that the person I was talking to actually didn’t know what the shit they were talking about.

It’s a no-win situation.

Maybe I should just not let myself get stressed by fuckwits and bullshitters. Yeah, like that‘s gonna happen…