Up above the streets and houses

I saw a rainbow this morning and what’s more, it was a full one. I wonder if I was the only person on the train who saw it.

Today’s music in my head: “Kickin’” by Whale.

Queen of Inspirations

By a strange quirk of fate and bizarre circumstantial wotsits, I have to do the Inspirations valuation. It has to be done ready for the meeting on the 17th November.

There is only one thing for it. Immediate dismissal.

Options:

Take off all my clothes and run screaming through the building shouting something obscene. (But the air conditioning is still on full blast and it’s mightily nippy.)

Walk in to Harry Potter’s office and beat the doodahs out of him. (But I’m not really a violent person.)

Any other suggestions welcome.

Today’s music in my head: One that I can't remember the name of by India Arie.

Why is it...

... that the numbers on a telephone keypad are ordered the other way up when compared to the numbers on a calculator or keyboard?

It is difficult for me to contend with my telephone phobia without the additional problem of the numbers being in a funny order.

Hey, now!

I’ve managed to miss out loads of things that have happened so, assuming I can remember them all, here they are:

Stuart and Nicola are getting married!
Thanks to Dncn for putting me up the other weekend post Pacha.
Thanks to BigHair for looking after me the following morni… I mean afternoon.
Thanks to Brian for the driving.
I have bought a new boiler.
I had my new boiler delivered on Saturday morning.
I am having my new boiler installed next week.
I went to a pillow fight last week (as a spectator) and it was funny.
I need to book driving lessons.
I have visited the BSM website and it says that it takes two years before I acquire the necessary experience to stay alive. That’s a lot of lessons.
I managed to download the thing that enables me to post photo’s to my blog. Now, I just have to figure out how to use it.

I have noticed that on various “LiveJournal”s, people put down current moods and current music. I have decided that I should sometimes put down the current music that plays inside my head as a further insight into what goes on in there (as most of my blogging goes on in the office, I’m never actually listening to music whilst blogging unless you count the incessant ringing of someone’s portable telephonic communication device).

If things get too weird, I’ll stop.

Today’s music in my head: “Little Mouse” by Jack Morgan (BSc).

Monitor

My monitor at work went funny today. It went “Bhop” and the screen went blank. No problem, it’s done that before. All I need to do is switch it off and back on again and everything will be tickety-boo. Only this time it came back on, pale and blurred.

I logged a call with the help desk and waited patiently for my upgrade. I was given a shiny new monitor. Except that it wasn’t shiny. Or new. In fact, it looked as though it was buried in someone’s back garden and had just been dug up by the IT department.

After it was put in place and I had given it a bit of a clean, I could tell that someone else complained about his or her monitor and got it replaced. Instead of getting rid of it, the IT department buried it in a back garden and waited for someone less fussy to complain about his or her monitor.

It had dark patches on the screen, even on full brightness and full contrast and it had patches that were green when they should have been blue. Shortly after having it plugged in, the screen flickered off and back on again.

On the plus side, it wasn’t blurred.

I thought very carefully about whether to call the helpdesk again, being a bit worried that I might get the blurred one back, but I thought they probably wouldn’t have had a chance to bury it in the garden yet.

They brought me a new one. Much cleaner, but with suspicious looking drip marks on it. I cleaned it and so far it has been working perfectly. The chap from IT said the previous monitor had come in from outside (clearly, it's correct procedure to bury them in gardens) and probably got damaged in transit. I thought that it would more likely be the moisture from the soil or various invertebrates getting into it that caused the problems.

Failure

The rebellion isn’t working at all.

As far as Operation Tangled Mess is concerned, my legs ache and I need a broom. And a washing line. And some step ladders. And maybe a gardener.