To Do

So – a checklist of things I need to do in preparation for the new job…

  • New laptop
    • Install Office/OpenOffice
    • Install Outlook / Thunderbird
    • Install text editors
    • Move some music over
    • Copy addressbook etc.
    • Web browsers + bookmarks etc.
  • Book train tickets
  • Find accomodation
  • Check out some of the wireless access places
    • Research wireless places
    • Subscribe to one of the services?
    • Find good places to work from
  • Check out good food places ( and add them to WheresGood )
  • Pack bag for week – remember phone charger, laptop charger, etc. etc.
  • Look at courses, further education etc. – may have to wait ’til I’m there
  • Join library – may have to wait ’til I’m there

And I’m sure there’s other stuff I still need to do too – it’s just that right now I can’t remember what.


Wanker

I wrote about this fucking idiot before. A man “addicted” to branded clothes, he’s now going to burn all his branded possessions, and then write a book about his experiences of trying to live brand-free.

What an utter, utter cunt.

There are plenty of ways that this tosser could use to get rid of these items instead of burning them. He could give them away to charty shops. He could sell them off to one of the companies that re-sell second-hand clothes, particularly those with designer labels. Hell, he could just go and shove them all in a clothing recycling bin.

But no, this fucker has to make a show of it, so he’s going to burn them. Not content with being a shallow-minded cunt in the first place, he’s now tagged himself as an egotistical self-centred cunt who’s still shallow-minded as well.

Tosser.


Liquor

Over the last few days, I’ve been re-reading a trilogy by Poppy Z Brite, based around two chefs and their restaurant, “Liquor”.

Starting off with the eponymous “Liquor“, followed on by “Prime“, and most recently “Soul Kitchen“, the series so far has turned into one of my favourite reads.

They’re emphatically not high-art, and not overly intellectually stimulating, but they make for a good read. Wholeheartedly recommended.


Bureaucracy

Because of the work I’ll be doing in Cambridge, and the fact I’m going to be there from Monday-Friday for at least the next three to six months, I was looking at joining the library in Cambridge, rather than lugging books around all the time. Saves weight, time, and money. So I check out the page on the local authority’s website about the requirements for joining the library. OK, groovy.

You can join the library at any age if you:

  • are a permanent resident of Cambridgeshire
  • work or study in Cambridgeshire
  • are visiting Cambridgeshire

Great, I’ll be working there, so that’s cool – and I fill in the online form to get it sorted before I get up there. Blah blah, Section Two “For those not living permanently in Cambridgeshire” – so is this address the same as my permanent one, or for where I’ll be staying? Not much point being the latter, as it’s only a B&B…
Get a response back from the library service…

Dear [Lyle]
Thank you for your application to join Cambridgeshire Libraries
I regret to inform you that we cannot process your request owing to the fact that you are not resident in Cambridgeshire or one of our adjoining counties
I refer you to our web page “can anyone join the library?

No shit, that’s why I filled in the fucking section called “for those not living permanently in Cambridgeshire”.

Needless to say, I’ve sent back a snotty reply explaining this. Should be fun to see the response…


WishLists

Now this is a good idea – GiftTagging.com. A central repository (or “one stop shop”, if you prefer) where you can keep all your different wishlists – Amazon, Jessops, etc. etc., and people can look in just one place and see all the things you want.

Definitely worth a try, I reckon. So here’s mine, although I’ll also probably be editing that list in the next week or so.


And Done

Yep, that’s it, I’m done with having to go to London. Well, unless something horrible goes wrong, and I have to go in one day next week. But the odds are that I won’t. I got lot of stuff done today that involved blocking Arsehole Boss’s access to all the relevant sites – ain’t it annoying when you try to log on, and your password’s changed? *grin*

I should point out that all my activities today were at the behest of the Ultimate Boss, and the Board. Supposedly AB is up for a disciplinary meeting on Tuesday, and should be getting fired on that day. So he outlasted me by a couple of days. But to be honest I don’t care. I’m best off out of the place – I know, I’ve been saying that for a long time now, but from today it’s real. I’m out, and they won’t get me back.

It’s a good, good feeling – and even more so when fuelled by three pints of Staropramen at lunchtime too.


Finale

Yes, my final day in London, and my final day of officially working for Arsehole Boss. It’s a day I’ve been looking forward to for quite a while now, and finally it’s upon us.

Actually, there’s really not all that much point in me being here. But it does allow me to hand over anything important, and let people know passwords etc. Although it does look like I’m actually going to be kept in the loop for a while on some of the stuff – which I don’t mind at all – and possibly get called on if things go tits up. The reason? Because they’ve realised that there’s no-one else in the company who knows how to do one hell of a lot of the things that I’ve been doing. Which just makes things all the more amusing.

One nice revelation, though. They’re also finally clicking on to the fact that Arsehole Boss doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about for a good 99% of the time. And the other 1% is just stuff he’s heard along the way and repackaged to make it sound original. They’ve currently suspended him for being an utter cock (not actually the technical reason – that’s about changing system passwords and user roles etc. so that he was the only person with access to the company sites etc.) and so there’s still a good chance that he’s going to be out on his ear too.

But I don’t care any more. I’m out of the business, and that suits me just fine.