On Wednesday this week, I visited the place where Kev Head works and toured the extensive and boring facilities. In my time there I completed three major tasks:
Getting a little badge with my name on it
Eating fajitas in the charming rustic canteen
Inspecting Kev’s work environment and desk
In performing my post-fajita inspection of his desk I proceeded to wrap a bottle of correction fluid in blue insulating tape, and remove it from the premises secreted about my person. It is now in my posession.
I realised that it has been a disgustingly long time since I posted anything to this ‘ere container of mirth. So, riddled with shame, I decided that, like a pheonix from the flames, I would, triumphantly, rise up to the task before me and, once more, become a worthwhile contributor to this hallowed site.
Unfortunately I have nothing of any particular interest or value to add… Oh, except this nice picture what I drew on a pad at work…
We could turn it into a colouring competition if you like. Prizes for the winner.
Just so you can all get to know me slightly better, here is a long, yet not comprehensive list of the items on my desk at work:
Speakers, mobile phone, Pint Glass (Empty), 3 plastic cups, 30cm shatterproof ruler, greem dry-wipe marker, a box of screws, some blu-tak, a permanent black marker, 2 handkerchiefs, a pot of salt, Adobe Dreamweaver CS3 (Sealed), A desk pad, 4 mice, 2 Hard drive platters, a hole punch, my laptop, a roll of yellow electrical tape, an 8-ball stress squisher, 3 network cables (2 grey, 1 yellow), A Microsoft Action Pack Subscription, blank CDR’s, a stuffed otter, a spen tie-wrap, a calculator and a miniature wheelie bin full of pens.
I hope you now feel you know me that little bit better.
I’ve been thieving, burgling and extorting my workplace again. As it’s my last day here before starting my new job on Monday I’ve really gone to town with my criminal activity.
I have stolen these two images:
 A strand of DNA, and
 Liebstadt power station in Germany.
I have also pocketed a little mat to put your mug on which says Without a British Telecom Radiopager, you’re just not there. This is futuristic. Woo!
