Posted on Tuesday, January 9th, 2007 at 2:23 am by Philip Devitt
I’ve been back at work for two weeks now and I’m already thinking about my next break. That’s not how I used to be, at one time you’d have to drag me kicking and screaming from work, but these days the monotony and beaurocracy get to me more and more and I just can’t be bothered with the seemingly endless stream of pen pushing that blights my day. I’m a code monkey, I do code; I used to be quite good at it: knocking up symphonies of logic and procedure that would calm the sea of a hectic business’ needs. But these days I just bang along to the tedious plinky-plonk of “Chopsticks” being played badly on a mis-tuned piano. Its hardly inspiring.
The only restbite from all this monotony comes courtesy of my uncle Terry, who, due to his unfortunate and untimely passing, has provided a good reason to escape the insanity of work for a day. Some would say that sounds rather callous, but I would happily repeat the last ten years of madness and misery to spend just another few hours with him, chatting over a pint or two about his new found happiness for the Spanish town he’d adopted. Goodbye and Godbless uncle.
The second hint to the disasterous year that may be ahead can be summed up by a line from the Bolton Evening News: “Arsonist Strikes Twice At Party House“. It appears that one of my distant in-laws was throwing a new years party and things went ever so slightly wrong — twice! Needless-to-say, the next time they’re thinking of throwing a party they’ll remember not to play “Disco Inferno”.
I’ve also just found out that one of my old collegues got married before the new year. Speaking as your humblest baggage monkey I would like to wish you all the happiness in the world.
While I’m on the subject, anyone who’s in the unfortunate position of needing to write a wedding speech could do a lot worse than taking a look at these “How To” guides. Afterall, not all of us have the witt of PG Wodehouse.