another day looms in the oven that is our office. handily, the air con is broken and being as our room is about the size of a large walk in cupboard and crammed with computers, it gets a touch hot. ahhh, the sweet smell of computer geek on a sunny afternoon. My machine keeps overheating and turing itself off meaning a lottery for if I lose work or not. But saying as I have fuck all to do at the minute, the only thing I'm going to lose is an board conversation. Someone at work insists on taking his shoes off every day when working. Now, we are all working in horrible conditions but I think that's a step too far. I don't particularly notice the smell of his feet, but, they are feet, they inevitabely smell to some degree and we have enough smell going on in the office come the afternoon. Really don't like feet - very ugly slabs of meat. And now we have the fucking shorts coming out. again, no need in a workplace. One of my pet hates about summer, blokes wandering around in fucking deck trousers (think that's what they are called, those cunty trousers that are kind of a halfway house to shorts, and have ties at the bottom, for some fucking reason) and flip flops. normally accompanied by a pink polo shirts, floppy hat and/or some oakley (or other obnoxiously overpriced brand) shades. urgh.
God I'm bored, really want some decent work to get stuck into to. There's very little that is more dispiriting than facing a day without work. could get on with a matte painting I've been doing but who knows if that will be frowned upon.
Reading a book about societies collapsing in the past and what it means for us. it aint bad.
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