You know how it is. You start the day, the sun is shining, and while you have to go to work you are generally prepared for the abuse you are about to suffer and so have a happy step in your stride.
Then, you get a phone call or email that turns the day into a steaming pile of pooh.
My day was like that. Started really well, and then someone decided to get stroppy about something. Not sure really why I took such offence to their tone, maybe I’m hormonal or something, but they really just pissed me off. Possibly something in the tone that suggested that what I have been doing for the last 5 years was obviously wrong, and that I was an idiot not have done it that way.
Well, if I were a woman, I’d be booking in with Brantano or The Shoe Factory for some retail therapy; but since I’m a bloke, technology therapy is better than chocolate. Take this posting for example. People are wittering on about twitter. Personally I haven’t played with it just yet, but this was emailed to my blog from my iPhone. While that may not excite you as a reader, it does make me smile a little.
To take it a step further you can “insta-blog” with using Spinvox Blogger.
Quite why you’d want it though is still a mystery.
God I hope that wasn’t me that pssd you off. Apologies if I was the culprit, I can assure you that if it was me, then it wasn’t intentional.
No no Mr Palmer, it wasn’t you this time
While the brief moment where I was about to stab you in the eye with a credit card did almost make my list today, this particular incident was a rather over officious cow in the procurement department wanting us to return laptops “for the benefit of the company as a whole” and “While they have been lax in enforcing this in the past, the process is clearly defined and will be enforced going forward.”
Lets just say we are in email tennis mode and I’m up to the point where I’m dusting off the double barrelled dr-deviant arsenal…
Ah, you gotta love Red Dwarf.