When outsourcing seems like a good idea
Perhaps I should outsource my blog? Although then it wouldn’t technically be my blog? It would be a white label blog * slaps self *. I need to stop using business jargon in my everyday speak. Yesterday when talking to Mammy2 I actually used the words envision and take offline? In a regular conversation. I think its a case of too much work and not enough talking complete rubbish. That said some of my mates would say I talk complete rubbish all the time but I never listen to them. We are nearing our deadline. I keep saying that and then the deadline picks up its little legs and runs for its life. I wonder what sort of attire deadlines wear these days? Would it be more period costume? Perhaps a pair of leg warmers from the 80s? Nah, I see deadlines as more stern, all business suits , shades and no personality whatsoever. And then they become immoveable deadlines, well then they have sold their soul to the devil. As a result of aforementioned looming deadline we are all working the hours and then some. When I say we all, I do of course mean some of us as others manage to make a few hours worth of work last a lifetime. Its a talent it has to be said.
The drinkies were had on the Friday and we were on here on the Saturday. Not the brightest idea we’ve had by a long shot but as the company is famous for launching projects with no celebrations, we took it upon ourselve to organise something at least 2 weeks after the delivery date. We obviously hadn’t consulted the delivery date on this because it took it upon itself to move to next week. So it was the plan to take it easy on the Friday night espeically when you are burnt out from the week in work. You know what they say about best laid plans. This is what I saw myself drinking on Friday night.
And this is what I was just about falling asleep over when Mammy2 arrived to collect me.
I also found out afterwards that I had thought it was the biggest amount of beer ever and I never got near the end of it. Turns out the work crew were topping me up with pints into the glass without me knowing. Feckers. Thankfully I wasn’t as bad as some of the workmates on the Saturday. One of our designers was wearing shades in the office. Such was the roughness. They all headed onto a late bar where there was jagiermeister, haven’t the foggiest how you spell it. My fellow developer P got home at 4 and was in work for 10. We got through loads but by the time Mammy2 picked me up from work around 6ish I was ready for bed. I got 12 hours sleep on Saturday night and felt human again on Sunday.
In other non-work related news, well there isn’t much! Actually I lie, the kid has moved to Laois. I meant to send an apology to the mayor in advance for any havoc she may wreck. We heard nothing from her for the best part of 2 weeks, then a Call me and we rang her. She ’s in good form, and the two of them seem all settled in. We shall be taking a trip down to see her at some stage in the next few weeks. The latest demand, well not demand, but it would be handy to keep in touch with her is a phone of the mobile variety. She has gone through more phones then boyfriends and believe me that’s a lot. What exactly do teenagers do with them that causes them to leave a long line of mobile bodies behind? Take it into the shower?Fire it at people passing by and when it doesn’t return ring family member with moula to buy a new one? You never know. The other sister rang with good news on Monday evening. That’s all I shall say on the matter until I hear more. Watch this space. Well, watch it for a while and then go and get something to eat, like. I don’t want to be responsbile for you passing out due to malnutrition on an empty promise.
