Health and Safety

In the office, a spate of little “health and safety” signs have gone up this week.

My current favourite is the one on all doors to stairwells in this office, which read “Caution : People on Stairs

I’ve no idea why this could be a risk to health and safety, but what I do know is that whenever I use those stairs, there’s no other bugger on them at all. So shouldn’t it actually be “Caution: People may be on the stairs” ?


Festering

Bah, HumbugAmazingly, I’m quite organised this year. I’ve managed to organise pretty much all the necessary presents by today, and while there’s one that still needs to be collected from where I’ve had it delivered, and I still need to figure out what my bloody parents want, other than that I’m done.

Other than the outstanding parental stuff, I’ve just ordered the last present that needs delivering. So all told, it’s pretty organised at the moment – all very scary.

Now, who have I forgotten?


First Class?

Can someone tell me, just what is the point of buying a first class ticket when you’re on a regional train?

I can understand it (up to a point) on the big long cross-country jobs – I used to take advantage of club class, first voyager, or whatever the feck they called it when I was travelling reguarly between Manchester and Reading, because most of the time it was the only way to guarantee getting a seat. Even better, it was normally a seat that wasn’t dead opposite a squealing child, or some mad git trying to talk to everyone. And you make sure you take advantage of the free snacky things and so on that come as part of the “benefits” of ‘first class’ when you have to pay that much extra, so it kind of works out. (well, it doesn’t, but if you get enough freebies off them, you can almost convince yourself it’s worth paying double the price – and having a seat for four+ hours is a definite advantage over standing for the entire journey.)

But when it comes to the small regional trains, the only difference between first and standard class is that you’re in a different spot on the train. There’s absolutely no extra benefit. Well, maybe again you get a seat – but on all the services I’ve used of late (whether it’s London – Bracknell, Cambridge-London, or Cambridge-Attleborough) have all had free “normal” seats.

So what is the point of the first class bit on these little local services? Other than, of course, to fleece egotistical twats who think it makes them special, and to fill the coffers of yet another train company? </cynicism>


Paste’n’Go

One other thing (which Jann mentions in a comment below) I experienced yesterday with Firefox was that all of a sudden all my keyboard shortcuts stopped working.

I couldn’t use [tab] to switch between form fields (which is one of the things I do a lot of, for some godforsaken reason) , couldn’t use Ctrl+Enter in the address bar, nowt.

Turns out, it’s a bug in the Paste’n’Go extension – that had an update yesterday as well, and it just blew the keyboard shortcuts away.

If you disable that extension, all the keyboard shortcuts come back…


Mystery Job 2

Well, I still don’t know much about this strange job. It’s all very enigmatic.

In fact, you almost start expecting them to say “We could tell you what the job is, but then we’d have to kill you”. Not helped by the job agency providing completely the wrong information about the stuff that the company’s involved in.

Oh, and also having the bizarre experience of being interviewed by someone who’d interviewed me before, several years ago, in a different area, for a different company, for a completely different skillset.

All very strange.


Mystery Job

This afternoon, I’m at an interview. It’s going to be an interesting one, because…

  1. The company hasn’t given any information about what they’re looking for
  2. I don’t even really have a job description or list of requirements
  3. The company won’t even detail what specific parts of my skillset they’re interested in

This job’s come about through an agency, who sent my CV out ‘on spec’ to all the companies they deal with in this region, and this company has come back saying they’re interested. For some godforsaken reason, they’re being really cagey about everything, but have requested I come for this interview.

So it’s going to be a very strange afternoon. There’s a technical test, but they won’t even say what kind of technical stuff they’ll be testing. And basically I’m just going into the entire thing completely blind.

Fun, fun, fun. And very slightly strange…


Pizza Hut

Why on Earth would anyone queue to get into fucking Pizza Hut ?!?

Lunchtime today, going in to the city centre, and yes, a queue of people outside bloody Pizza Hut.

Even better, in true irony, Pizza Express over the road was totally empty…

People are strange.