I’m Gonna Get More Cake, See if it Helps me Think
For some reason, Firefox is currently refusing to have anything to do with my blog. It is however,entirely happy to let me go to Dorothy Perkins, American Apparel, the Home Office and The Guardian.* So in the meantime I’m on IE. I’m telling you this because I know some of you will probably want to shower after reading knowing that.
As predicted by Miss Z I did oh so fabulously at avoiding Twitter and Facebook, though I did at least manage not to use them whilst working. I can thoroughly recomend a teeny tiny laptop for the easily distracted, because it’s such a faff using the tiny mouse buttons that you stay where you’re meant to be rather than pootling all over the shop.
I also failed to not get involved in an online discussion about something I don’t give two hoots, or indeed any hoots about. I try and avoid getting into any discussion about anything in the news on forums, generally because people tend to have formed quite strong opinions about people they’ve not met-whether it be like or loathe-and if anything is doomed to end in insults it’ll be that. I get annoyed though when people make assertions about the law being manipulated based entirely upon their dislike of the person in question. Particularly when the assertion is wrong, and no the law was not, “changed because they are celebrities”, the powers existed already. It just generally isn’t a decision shared with the press*, and whilst it is unusual for a Minister to involve themselves in such a decision it is not unknown. (The cynic in me wonders if the desire for some good press in the story of the week led the Govenor being told to refuse the request so that someone could look good by backtracking that decision).
You may notice that I studiously avoided mentioning any names in the above paragraph. An attempt to make sure that people don’t google the subject and get me. I can’t take a tonne of comments in txtspk. I can read bits of French, I can manage Car German and Doctorish*, but txtspk still eludes me. Fortunately, only two people use txtspk in communications with me-I exclude my mother because it isn’t a conscious decision she just can’t type on a mobile phone.
I’ve managed 3/10 of my work, which isn’t a great work rate really is it? And I’m losing most of Monday to listen to a lecture on WRAP*. Oh and I’ve got to finish it by Wednesday. Bollocks.
And, and and I’ve just spent 20 minutes trying to think of a title (apart from a few moments arguing with the cat, and the television). Now I’ve got a title, I’m having an internal debate about capitalisation. Anyone want to venture a guess why in four days I’ve managed less than half my work?
*My selection of tabs probably paints me in a very strange light, you should know though that’s only a third of the weirdness. My favourites read like a slightly deranged library: market research companies, nightclubs, African business, theatre, corsets, censorship, make-up, croissant recipes, old German cameras, knitting patterns, murder ballads, ballet shoes, Mackie Messer, Premiere Pro, rice, fruit, etc etc.
*Shared because of course whilst civil servants make that kind of decision on a daily basis with no fuss, MPs like to be in the papers as often as possible lest anyone forget who they are come next election. Preferably of course they should end up looking as warm and fluffy, whilst still challenging and capable of leadership. A equation that has eluded even the sneakiest PR minds.
*Doctorish lies somewhere between gibberish and Elvish, but contains more made up words. It does really, the number of consultants who seem to think it entirely acceptable to add -ation, or -ive onto the end of any word is high. Except pediatricians, they oddly seem to have an exceptionally good vocabularly and handwriting. Oh and I know the BMJ and a study from Boston say this is not so, but in this instance I am going to say that is not borne out by my experience (which clearly not being collected in a scientific manner is not evidence. Though they admit their study is an artificial situation), and its my blog so neh 
*Wellness Recovery Action Plan, for MH service users. I can’t even pretend to sleep because one of the talkers wants me to be the ringer in the audience.
Tags: deadline, doctorish, favourites, geek, mental health, work, WRAP
