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Moment to moment
Jul. 1st, 2008 11:53 am"Your password reset request has been mailed. It should arrive in your mailbox momentarily."Er, well, I hope it stays there for long enough that I can read it, at any rate...
Scream crackered
Apr. 27th, 2006 01:23 pmAwful dreams last night, hidden behind a cut for the vivid of imagining, ( which you can read at your own risk... ) There was a soundtrack of non-stop bloodcurdling screaming, and eventually I woke up and realised that there really was non-stop screaming from the wailing wean next door. It's clearly got a healthy pair of lungs on it, but I can only wonder what (if anything) is going on in its head -- not to mention the heads of its parents.
By the time I had to get up I could barely move for tiredness; cycling in felt like trying to swim through treacle, and I still can't shake the ache from behind my eyes. I'm supposed to be going up to my parents' on Friday night so we can visit my grandad (who's been ill recently) on Saturday, and at the moment I'm just dreaming of sleeping on the train to Loughborough, and then sleeping in my old bedroom, not really mine any more but still a comfortable bed in a dark, quiet room.
Even this office seems quite peaceful by comparison with the screaming room; even with the constant huffing, thumping, sighing, throwing-things-around, and clicking of executive desk-toys from the chap at the desk behind me. He probably finds me just as annoying, mind you. Yesterday I had an argument with him over a word -- a single word! -- in a consultant's report. ( Meaning and meanness... )
Why hasn't the screaming in my head stopped yet?
By the time I had to get up I could barely move for tiredness; cycling in felt like trying to swim through treacle, and I still can't shake the ache from behind my eyes. I'm supposed to be going up to my parents' on Friday night so we can visit my grandad (who's been ill recently) on Saturday, and at the moment I'm just dreaming of sleeping on the train to Loughborough, and then sleeping in my old bedroom, not really mine any more but still a comfortable bed in a dark, quiet room.
Even this office seems quite peaceful by comparison with the screaming room; even with the constant huffing, thumping, sighing, throwing-things-around, and clicking of executive desk-toys from the chap at the desk behind me. He probably finds me just as annoying, mind you. Yesterday I had an argument with him over a word -- a single word! -- in a consultant's report. ( Meaning and meanness... )
Why hasn't the screaming in my head stopped yet?
Comms like a comet
Mar. 10th, 2006 09:46 amI would like to think that if the words "Head of Communications" appeared in the signature which was appended to my every email, I would try to produce slightly more coherent email than the following:
One that will do
To fix a stylesheet, write a page or two,
Advise my boss; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous ...
Thanks the side bars need updating - published by -only don’t need who the printers are -esp online!But then, what do I know? I'm only a Web Publishing Assistant —
And the distribution needs tweeking - ask epople to share/pass on copies and don’t promise one for every single member of staff
Ads - might need to be less dogmatic..
One that will do
To fix a stylesheet, write a page or two,
Advise my boss; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous ...
Kisschievous
Feb. 14th, 2006 04:16 pmIn other Valentine-related news, I decided this morning that our intranet homepage could benefit from Googlesque topical Photoshopping. Three people outside our team emailed us to say they'd noticed. It's nice to know that people use the Intranet occasionally.
While we're on the subject of the web, the other half of the sentence which began "The web-browser and I ..." was "... were looking at different stylesheets" -- it genuinely seemed like the most concise way to express the facepalmworthy error I'd been making.
Our standards for coherent email may be skewed, though. Today we at Webmaster Towers received an email from someone within the University, the sole text of which (excluding sig) was "How can the University's mission statement be interpreted to include pampering to populist sentiment?!!!!" In the absence of any context, we were all quite baffled, so I'm throwing the question open to my readers. The best answer may win a prize, but I'm not promising anything.
While we're on the subject of the web, the other half of the sentence which began "The web-browser and I ..." was "... were looking at different stylesheets" -- it genuinely seemed like the most concise way to express the facepalmworthy error I'd been making.
Our standards for coherent email may be skewed, though. Today we at Webmaster Towers received an email from someone within the University, the sole text of which (excluding sig) was "How can the University's mission statement be interpreted to include pampering to populist sentiment?!!!!" In the absence of any context, we were all quite baffled, so I'm throwing the question open to my readers. The best answer may win a prize, but I'm not promising anything.
"Health groups said they were concerned the government could be using the consultation exercise to placate rebel MPs who oppose its plan to exclude pubs that don't serve food from a ban on smoking in public places." (Observer, 4/12/05, "Age limit for cigarettes may rise to 18")Okay, maybe this is just me, but it took me about six reads of all those double negatives to work out who the hell wasn't refraining from not doing what to everybody but whom. Of which.
