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News from the realm of madness
Mar. 8th, 2005 04:45 pmI love my job, I really do. But sometimes I'd just love to scream, tear my hair out, bounce up and down and generally behave as becomes the inmate of a first-rate loony bin (i.e. Federal Ministry of Foreign Affairs).
For example, there's the matter of the trip to Islamabad. Scheduled for 12-15 March. I only got the exact dates 1 week ago, which means late booking, which means expensive ticket. And when do you think I was told it was too expensive so I have to reschedule? Yesterday. Fortunately I wasn't overly keen on going in the first place and had already been expecting the refusal. Otherwise I'd have been really, really pissed off.
Then there's the small matter of my totally, absolutely, abysmally lazy boss. I get all the work (to be honest, I also get all the praise, but he gets the money) which is an awful lot, plus dunderheaded people to deal with, plus colleagues who need advice all the time, plus complicated letters to draft for the minister and head of department, plus... OK. I'm sure you get the idea.
Feeling much better after this short rant.
Now I'll go to the gym to work it all off. There's nothing like 50 minutes on the treadmill to regain my inner balance.
Oh, and something else: I'M NOT GOING TO REWRITE TSO III. Won't. Won't. Won't.
For example, there's the matter of the trip to Islamabad. Scheduled for 12-15 March. I only got the exact dates 1 week ago, which means late booking, which means expensive ticket. And when do you think I was told it was too expensive so I have to reschedule? Yesterday. Fortunately I wasn't overly keen on going in the first place and had already been expecting the refusal. Otherwise I'd have been really, really pissed off.
Then there's the small matter of my totally, absolutely, abysmally lazy boss. I get all the work (to be honest, I also get all the praise, but he gets the money) which is an awful lot, plus dunderheaded people to deal with, plus colleagues who need advice all the time, plus complicated letters to draft for the minister and head of department, plus... OK. I'm sure you get the idea.
Feeling much better after this short rant.
Now I'll go to the gym to work it all off. There's nothing like 50 minutes on the treadmill to regain my inner balance.
Oh, and something else: I'M NOT GOING TO REWRITE TSO III. Won't. Won't. Won't.
