Mwahahaha!
Some people came into the office yesterday and brought us a load of filing cabinets and puter chairs that a local council office was throwing out.
My old puter chair was nice - gas lift, wheels, spun 'round in circles (an essential quality for a computer chair to posess), etc.I got given one of the 'new' chairs that came in though. It has arm rests and it's all loungey and and and ooooh it's comfy! I wish I could take a picture. I'm sitting in my nice new comfy chair with my laptop on my lap and my feet up on an open drawer of my desk. Hee hee hee! Livin' in the lap of office luxury baybee!!
No rants today. Feeling too good, lol. Which isn't anything to complain about! Hee.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Rollercoaster Tycoon II
I hate it.
I hate it I hate it I hate it.
I've been playing it almost every night for some two weeks, but I hate it!!
You have three beginner theme parks at the easiest setting. One of them has no priced rides but can charge entrance fees, the other two have no entrance fees but can charge for rides. Each theme park has an objective to reach regarding the number of guests in your park and your park rating after a certain period of time.
I've completed the one with no ride fees, just an entrance fee. That one was easy to reach the objectives on.
Crazy Castle... now that's another story. I must've tried that theme park some 10 times and I can't get anywhere near the required amount of people (1500) in my park after 4 years. I've used all kinds of tactics from playing it safe to extreme spendage, and none of them have worked.
HELP!!!
Has anyone played this? Have you completed Crazy Castle? Is it just me, or is this theme park TOTALLY impossible? Are they havin' a laff? Cor blimey.
I'm gonna throw the game in the river tomorrow.
*growl*
I hate it I hate it I hate it.
I've been playing it almost every night for some two weeks, but I hate it!!
You have three beginner theme parks at the easiest setting. One of them has no priced rides but can charge entrance fees, the other two have no entrance fees but can charge for rides. Each theme park has an objective to reach regarding the number of guests in your park and your park rating after a certain period of time.
I've completed the one with no ride fees, just an entrance fee. That one was easy to reach the objectives on.
Crazy Castle... now that's another story. I must've tried that theme park some 10 times and I can't get anywhere near the required amount of people (1500) in my park after 4 years. I've used all kinds of tactics from playing it safe to extreme spendage, and none of them have worked.
HELP!!!
Has anyone played this? Have you completed Crazy Castle? Is it just me, or is this theme park TOTALLY impossible? Are they havin' a laff? Cor blimey.
I'm gonna throw the game in the river tomorrow.
*growl*
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
AF Madness
Rant time! Wooooh rant rant rant
Just got back from a weekend with my boyfriend. Boyfriend sounds such an immature word, doesn't it? Reminds me of when I was in school and boyfriends were a necesarry commodity for raising of social status.
Anyway, my rant isn't about the word 'boyfriend'. It's about the US Air Forcce. Because they treat their staff/servicemen/whatever like kids. They have room inspections twice a month to check they're keeping the place tidy. They have uniform inspections to make sure they know how to dress themselves. They're not allowed to keep any items with heating coils in dorm rooms just incase they set fire to anything in a sudden mad fit of incompitence - yet they can keep microwaves. I imagine MUCH more damage can be done by mistreating a microwave than can be done by mistreating a toaster.
It's 3:42 am and I'm friggin' nackered, so I'm going to bed now to worry about my patronised military boyfriend while I sleep.
Just got back from a weekend with my boyfriend. Boyfriend sounds such an immature word, doesn't it? Reminds me of when I was in school and boyfriends were a necesarry commodity for raising of social status.
Anyway, my rant isn't about the word 'boyfriend'. It's about the US Air Forcce. Because they treat their staff/servicemen/whatever like kids. They have room inspections twice a month to check they're keeping the place tidy. They have uniform inspections to make sure they know how to dress themselves. They're not allowed to keep any items with heating coils in dorm rooms just incase they set fire to anything in a sudden mad fit of incompitence - yet they can keep microwaves. I imagine MUCH more damage can be done by mistreating a microwave than can be done by mistreating a toaster.
It's 3:42 am and I'm friggin' nackered, so I'm going to bed now to worry about my patronised military boyfriend while I sleep.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
The She Bitch From Hell
It's time to introduce one of my co-workers, whom I affectionately call (unbeknownst to her) the She-Bitch-From-Hell.
The she-bitch-from-hell is a farm owner. She works for our business 30 hours a week, while her husband tends the farm. One of our projects here involves renting part of her land for a big woodland/outdoors project that will, upon completion, take up some 25 odd acres of her farmland. So, it's quite handy that she works with us - makes dealings and negotiations easier.
Now, the she-bitch is a very strange character. She loves gossip. I think she thrives on it - sod food and water and fresh air and all of that, she'll take gossip, thank you very much. She also has a strange affinity for the phone. It's like they're having an affair. The phone will ring and she'll pounce on it, even if she has to bound across the office in a mad rush to get there before anyone else. She'll hold the handset close, lovingly caressing its moulded plastic as she whispers sweet nothings down the line.
Woe betide anyone should stand near her when she's on the phone. She'll lean down close to her desk, turning away from you and hugging her beloved phone in a territorial embrace, her voice slipping down a few decibels more so that it's a wonder the person on the other line can hear her at all.
As well as this covert liaison with the phone, she also seems to be predisposed to open everyone else's mail. The manager foolishly told her she can open mail 'addressed to the business' incase he's busy and it's something important. Her little malicious mind interpreted this as 'open anything that we get, even if it's marked 'CONFIDENTIAL, ADDRESSEE ONLY' '. And she does. She opens letters addressed to staff concerning matters of tax and national insurance. Private, personal letters - stuff she has no right to see. She frequently opens mail that comes through for me, even if I'm in the office and no more than five yards away from her, and regardless if my name is printed in underlined bold 50pt text on the envelope. She'll open it, read it, and then smugly declare that 'I think this one's for you...'
We've been trying for a grant with Environment Wales. We sent off our application, but they needed more information and so deferred our application to the next meeting and sent us a letter detailing which extra information we needed. Rather, more to the point, they sent ME the letter since I'm the one who put the application together, I've been dealing with them over the phone, and it's my contact name on the application. The next meeting was yesterday, the 13th, and the deadline for us sending in this extra information to them was the 12th.
Why, then, did I only see the letter today, when the manager handed it to me and said 'can you give them a ring and see if it's too late for us to send them the stuff?'. I looked at the letter, and noticed my name quite clearly on the top. Apparenly it came sometime last week. I was in the office all last week. If I'd seen this letter, maybe I could have reminded the manager to get the stuff in by the deadline and we would have got the grant. Now, it's unlikely we will, thanks to she-bitch and her wiley ways.
The she-bitch-from-hell is a farm owner. She works for our business 30 hours a week, while her husband tends the farm. One of our projects here involves renting part of her land for a big woodland/outdoors project that will, upon completion, take up some 25 odd acres of her farmland. So, it's quite handy that she works with us - makes dealings and negotiations easier.
Now, the she-bitch is a very strange character. She loves gossip. I think she thrives on it - sod food and water and fresh air and all of that, she'll take gossip, thank you very much. She also has a strange affinity for the phone. It's like they're having an affair. The phone will ring and she'll pounce on it, even if she has to bound across the office in a mad rush to get there before anyone else. She'll hold the handset close, lovingly caressing its moulded plastic as she whispers sweet nothings down the line.
Woe betide anyone should stand near her when she's on the phone. She'll lean down close to her desk, turning away from you and hugging her beloved phone in a territorial embrace, her voice slipping down a few decibels more so that it's a wonder the person on the other line can hear her at all.
As well as this covert liaison with the phone, she also seems to be predisposed to open everyone else's mail. The manager foolishly told her she can open mail 'addressed to the business' incase he's busy and it's something important. Her little malicious mind interpreted this as 'open anything that we get, even if it's marked 'CONFIDENTIAL, ADDRESSEE ONLY' '. And she does. She opens letters addressed to staff concerning matters of tax and national insurance. Private, personal letters - stuff she has no right to see. She frequently opens mail that comes through for me, even if I'm in the office and no more than five yards away from her, and regardless if my name is printed in underlined bold 50pt text on the envelope. She'll open it, read it, and then smugly declare that 'I think this one's for you...'
We've been trying for a grant with Environment Wales. We sent off our application, but they needed more information and so deferred our application to the next meeting and sent us a letter detailing which extra information we needed. Rather, more to the point, they sent ME the letter since I'm the one who put the application together, I've been dealing with them over the phone, and it's my contact name on the application. The next meeting was yesterday, the 13th, and the deadline for us sending in this extra information to them was the 12th.
Why, then, did I only see the letter today, when the manager handed it to me and said 'can you give them a ring and see if it's too late for us to send them the stuff?'. I looked at the letter, and noticed my name quite clearly on the top. Apparenly it came sometime last week. I was in the office all last week. If I'd seen this letter, maybe I could have reminded the manager to get the stuff in by the deadline and we would have got the grant. Now, it's unlikely we will, thanks to she-bitch and her wiley ways.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
WEFO - The Bane of My Existence
I'm thinking that a whole lot of my rantings on here are gonna be about work. That being the case, I have to explain the state of my current employment.
I work for a small community business. We're a non-profit organisation. We get our funding through WEFO - the Welsh European Funding Office. Every quarter, the manager receives a claim form. This claim form details the money we've spent and where it's gone, for WEFO to check we're spending their money in a way they allow. When this claim form is posted back, WEFO process it and send us a cheque for the amount claimed. This money covers staff costs, admin, bills, etc etc for the quarter.
That's how it's supposed to work. This is how it actually works:
Every quarter, the manager receives a claim form. He fills it in and sends it back within a matter of days (normally two or three). This claim form then sits on a desk at WEFO for three weeks or so until the deadline for claim form submissions is nigh. Once the deadline has passed, it continues to sit on a desk at WEFO until the disorganised administration and management staff can get up off their lazy friggin' arses and process the damned thing. Then we get our money a month later than pay day. This means we get two lots of staff wages at once. This also means that we have two months worth of bills to pay all in one go.
At this stage I feel it necesarry to point out that the manager is about as financially minded as a dung beetle (in that he constantly finds himself shovelling shit). He refuses to ringfence staff wages to pay us throughout the quarter until the next lot of funding comes through, instead using the money to pay off bills that could otherwise wait. My pay hasn't been on time since christmas.
To say I'm pissed off would be a drastic understatement. However, my attempts to find a new job have so far been fruitless. This area is one of the most socially and economically deprived areas of the whole of Europe.
Sucks to be me.
I work for a small community business. We're a non-profit organisation. We get our funding through WEFO - the Welsh European Funding Office. Every quarter, the manager receives a claim form. This claim form details the money we've spent and where it's gone, for WEFO to check we're spending their money in a way they allow. When this claim form is posted back, WEFO process it and send us a cheque for the amount claimed. This money covers staff costs, admin, bills, etc etc for the quarter.
That's how it's supposed to work. This is how it actually works:
Every quarter, the manager receives a claim form. He fills it in and sends it back within a matter of days (normally two or three). This claim form then sits on a desk at WEFO for three weeks or so until the deadline for claim form submissions is nigh. Once the deadline has passed, it continues to sit on a desk at WEFO until the disorganised administration and management staff can get up off their lazy friggin' arses and process the damned thing. Then we get our money a month later than pay day. This means we get two lots of staff wages at once. This also means that we have two months worth of bills to pay all in one go.
At this stage I feel it necesarry to point out that the manager is about as financially minded as a dung beetle (in that he constantly finds himself shovelling shit). He refuses to ringfence staff wages to pay us throughout the quarter until the next lot of funding comes through, instead using the money to pay off bills that could otherwise wait. My pay hasn't been on time since christmas.
To say I'm pissed off would be a drastic understatement. However, my attempts to find a new job have so far been fruitless. This area is one of the most socially and economically deprived areas of the whole of Europe.
Sucks to be me.
Christmas
So, it's some ten weeks to christmas. Am I excited? Not really. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly, due to circumstances beyond my control, I'm unlikely to get my christmas pay before christmas. This means that I'll have to scrimp and save (which is proving hard enough already because my pay is rarely on time - I'm a month overdue now) just to get SOMETHING for the people I buy presents for.
This brings me on to my second concern over christmas. What is christmas? Why is it celebrated? We all know the religious background to christmas. Trouble is, how many non-religious people still celebrate christmas? I'm a wiccan (kinda). I celebrate christmas. True, I could attest my activities to a celebration of Yule (which is on the same date, conveniently) - but that's not strictly true, as I don't celebrate any other wiccan holidays so I'd just be making excuses.
Now before I come across as a miser and a bit of a scrooge, I'd like to say that I do love giving gifts. Christmas is a time for gift-giving, which is good. But how many people are guilty of giving gifts ONLY at this time of the year? How many people use christmas as an excuse to catch up with paying regards to friends or family who would otherwise remain forgotten? Why should I wait for this one day from 365 to show people I think of them and care of them? Wouldn't your life be much better if, instead of receiving a truckload of rubbish one day a year, you receive random, meaningful gifts throughout the year? Thus, I'm not a big fan of christmas. I hate the commercialism that's been imposed on it. I hate that society is practically forcing me to spend oodles of cash on people all in one go - regardless of whether I want to buy them gifts or not.
So, this christmas I'm hopefully going to sod my family (who are just as drawn into this commercial crap as the next person) and spend Christmas with someone special (who's just as anti-christmas as I am).
This brings me on to my second concern over christmas. What is christmas? Why is it celebrated? We all know the religious background to christmas. Trouble is, how many non-religious people still celebrate christmas? I'm a wiccan (kinda). I celebrate christmas. True, I could attest my activities to a celebration of Yule (which is on the same date, conveniently) - but that's not strictly true, as I don't celebrate any other wiccan holidays so I'd just be making excuses.
Now before I come across as a miser and a bit of a scrooge, I'd like to say that I do love giving gifts. Christmas is a time for gift-giving, which is good. But how many people are guilty of giving gifts ONLY at this time of the year? How many people use christmas as an excuse to catch up with paying regards to friends or family who would otherwise remain forgotten? Why should I wait for this one day from 365 to show people I think of them and care of them? Wouldn't your life be much better if, instead of receiving a truckload of rubbish one day a year, you receive random, meaningful gifts throughout the year? Thus, I'm not a big fan of christmas. I hate the commercialism that's been imposed on it. I hate that society is practically forcing me to spend oodles of cash on people all in one go - regardless of whether I want to buy them gifts or not.
So, this christmas I'm hopefully going to sod my family (who are just as drawn into this commercial crap as the next person) and spend Christmas with someone special (who's just as anti-christmas as I am).
Hello Me
I wanted to start a new blog to deal with some issues that I don't always talk about in my AOL Journal.
I have no idea yet how this blog will turn out, how often I'll update it, what theme it'll follow - but I felt the need to start a new journal, so here it is!
This journal may be quite contraversial when I start posting proper entries. It'll deal with topics I feel quite strongly about, some of which not everyone will agree with. But, it'll provide an insight into me. On the other hand, it might be a load of insane ramblings that are neither here nor there.
Only time will tell ;o)
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