If the post title means nothing to you, try either getting up much, much earlier in the morning (even earlier than Olympic Breakfast) or reading/watching the wonderful Kes / A kestrel for a knave. Yup, it’s the shipping forecast. It bears an uncanny resemblance to the resit computing assessment board, whiuch for mysterious reasons I got invited to and couldn’t quite bring myself to decline. Names: they read rhem out. Grades: they read them out. Discussion: minimal and inconclusive. Same old issues. But then right in the last 5 minutes the external examiner brings up referencing and I have to jump to attention to have my say. How can it only be 3pm? A member of computing staff has just invited me to a meeting for 4 hours ago, so his brain is clearly equally addled by the shipping experience.
This morning, met with manager and colleagues to start thinking about the next implementation plan. But we haven’t implemented the stuff from the last implementation plan yet. Should we rename this new document the ‘Fantasy plan’ or the ‘Completely unattainable bloated targetfest’? Feeling overwhelmed by targets, interim targets, personal objectives, oh and a truckload of actual normal work which still needs my loving attention. How on earth am I going to get everything done.
As a completely side issue, the Foo Fighters: what are they for? I don’t get them. I must have been three sheets to the wind when I agreed to be vocalist for a gang of 30- and 40-something rocker guys. Have made it abundantly clear that Cookie monster vocals were not part of my choral training. But the FFs I just don’t get, pure and simple.
Ho hum. Time for a bun. Or more likely time to get back to populating my graduate attribute maps. Don’t ask. Involves pink and green and all manner of wondrous commitments.
