Think back, if you can, to your earliest days at primary school. Do you, like me, recall interminably long afternoons that seemed to drag on for ever, inevitably in a swelteringly hot classroom? Pic: BBC- Primary History (Is it a common phenomenon to recall only the hot afternoons? For some reason I don't have any memories of being... Continue Reading →
Work, hah! What is it good for?
I work in the arts. I'm glad I work in the arts, and when I'm not complaining about how overworked I am (hello rich person looking for a good cause to put some of your millions into - how about becoming a sponsor for an under-resourced, under-funded and under-staffed arts organisation?) I find it stimulating... Continue Reading →
More work frustration, more haiku
4pm, still in 1pm meeting. Talkin' don't get the work done!
Work frustration: a haiku
Message in a Vodka Bottle Crazy workload is completely unrealistic. Give me a vodka.