As I type this I’m on site in Leominster. I don’t know where that is. Somewhere in “marry your own sister” country, I think.
Last night was a long haul, finishing well after 7:00, and finally getting food around 9pm. Given that I’d not gotten to sleep until 3am that morning it made for a long day. Also a slightly embarassing one as I slept in and utterly forgot I was meant to be giving a work colleague a lift in. Whoops. Sorry, Fizz!
At least the weather’s nice. And the job’s progressing, but it’s taking a while longer than we hoped. Hey ho. It’s all overtime!
Dinner last night was also superb. The hotel – I think I mentioned – was ****. We ended up in the one we’d hoped to stay in for dinner and it was worth the short walk. Steak that melted in my mouth, lovely raspberry and rhubarb tart thingy for desert… Nice. Unfortunately, as I’m on call and with my boss I couldn’t have a pint. Gah! Silly rules.
No idea when I’ll get home tonight, and I’ve still not started on my coursework. Maths is done, but needs written into neat but there’s still the 3000-word VPN report to do. Anyone got a spare couple of hours and an in-depth knowledge of network routing topology?
hmmm – it seems to have gone very quiet out there – not many router specialists then…!
I know. Gits. I guess I’ll have to do my coursework by *myself*.
Shock. And, indeed, horror.
I was going to make a joke about topology being the opposite of bottomology – the study of the gluteus maximi of people the observer finds attractive, but I didn’t think it was worth it.
Nah. You’re right there. It’d not have been.
I did have a spare couple of hours but I knew and indeed, know **** all about network routing technology.
So as usual I am no help whatsoever!
You useless ******* ****.
Hey – we’re back to that thread from the other week. Fucknut.