I am stealing this from my son, as his blog is still experimental and open to me nicking his entry.
On a cat theme, I was driving home from the allotment last night when I saw a cat cross the A379. On The Pedestrian Crossing. Too quick for a photo.
And the idiot was in tonight, not scuttling around on her belly like a rat for once
2. One way of interview prep, when you are going for the job you are already doing, yet not being officially acknowledged as doing, except for temporarily being paid a little more, is to butter up the boss. Make him smile; do stuff he has responsibility for, but you have done, and let him take the credit; take the the initiative and do stuff he doesnt even know he should be doing; present him with problems and then give him the solution, already prepared. I am working on him.
Other interview panel members: present sickness form but dont have it signed off: coming to work although still ill; take on other tasks that they should be doing but cannot find the time; attend meetings with them and be annoyingly self-confident. It is all actually preparing for firstly doing my intended job, secondly, helping the poor fool who may get appointed instead of me; and thirdly, well, I shall have my revenge.
3. Driving to work this morning, we stopped at the newsagent as usual. On restarting, the car went "click". Tried bumping it. Nothing. Local boys come to help from the adjacent cafe, Last of the Summer Wine style. More fiddling and bumping.
"There's two things wrong with this car"
"hmm?"
"The starter motor, and it's an MG"
"Thanks"
Favourite garage was out to us in 10 minutes and dragged the bastard off. Tempted with the (S)crappage scheme.
3 comments:
What's wrong with catching the 32T?
There is no need to answer that question but you can if you like, and have the time.
The damned thing followed 32T route and then went to Kingsteignton and up to the Belvedere on the A380
Typical, you get on a bus once in a blue moon and the driver doesn't know where he is going.
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