Time saver: try Pixelpost for a photoblog/gallery manager for the new version of electricana.
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Unreliable information since 1972
Time saver: try Pixelpost for a photoblog/gallery manager for the new version of electricana.
This entry was originally published at my workblog.
At 4pm today, most of the line managers in my company were called to a meeting. Not, however, my boss. (This may be because we’re in a tiny satellite office – my company’s equivalent of Siberia, and tend to get overlooked, or it may be something else, I don’t know.)
At 5pm today, when they returned to their staff, they were instructed to give out a message to their staff: “We have made some people redundant already. We will be making some more people redundant next week, but we can’t tell you who right now.”
Am I then only one that things that telling your workforce at 5pm on a Friday that you’ll be sacking some of them next week, but not telling them who, is a stonkling poor piece of management, to say nothing of a basic failure as humans to have a regard for the mental states of those you employ?
Barnraiser – open source PHP groupware. Possibly a very useful tool indeed.
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As well as having an ace domain name, Dave Child of ilovejackdaniels.com is a switched-on seeming chap. Lots of useful web dev articles and blog entries.
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It’s funny how we get attatched to material things, isn’t it? I mean, I have more junk than any sane man should. My room is a tip.
I got home tonight, and found the front door ajar. Someone seems to have been in, and gone through the most ovbious rooms in the flat – the downstairs hall, and my bedroom, which is at the top of the stairs.
Thankfully, my room is a tip. There was only one obvious and easily portable thing of value sitting out in the room.
My Nikon D70.
I’m in tears. I can’t afford another, and we don’t have household insurance, because I was too fucking stupid to get it sorted out in time.
I’m fucked. I owe most of a grand on a camera that I adored, and have now lost and cannot afford to replace, and I’m in tears over it. I would never have thought that loosing a material possession could fuck me up like this.
Shit.
Go on then, ask me.
(Note: I’m not going to do whisky, so don’t ask.)
I have been evacuated from one tube station, walked half an hour back in the direction I came from (on the advice of tube staff) in order to get on another line, and then, just as I was on my way down on the escalator, it was stopped, and a load of armed police came belting down, and I’ve now been evacuated from that station, too.
The Register runs a lengthy, and excellent, article on the problems facing copyright, and most importantly, compensation today.
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A few people have remarked that I seem stressed, lately.
Without becoming tedious about it: yes, I am, for a number of reasons. I am, of course, not the only one, but I’m the only one that I’m repsonsible for. I am endeavouring to do something about the things that I can do something about, but in the short term, I am not likely to magically become a ray of sunshine. (I am aware that “not a ray of sunshine” by my standards is still pretty cheerful by most people’s. That’s because I’m ace, me.)
However: If I am, or have been, short with you, or generally less understanding that I should have been, I can only apologise. I have very little patience at the moment, but that’s not an excuse for not biting my tounge.