Dashed sorry to have to tell you chaps that escape tunnel "Bradford" collapsed overnight. No chance of salvaging it. We are going to have to start a whole new tunnel. At least the camp commandant didn't get wind of our plans.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Leaving on a jet plane
I'm going to Canada next Friday. Toronto, to be precise. It has kind of crept up on me so I am now in a flurry of excitement about it. Only stopping for 48 hours. I'm actually doing work a favour! I have to be in Ohio, at the mothership,the following week and by flying via Toronto, and staying a Saturday night, I'm saving the company 500 quid! I'm staying with friends (saving more money)...who I haven't seen for about 15 months, and a trip to Niagara Falls has been mentioned..so we are all winners!
Anyway, I fly into Lester B Pearson Airport, and being a bit of a geek I thought I should find out who he was to have an airport named after him. Well, if you didn't already know (I bet Kevin did....) he was the 14th prime minister of Canada, and recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize. Now I know we might feel that they are giving those away with cornflakes at the mo (oooo...political satire...)but he got his for organizing the United Nations Emergency Force to resolve the Suez Canal Crisis. He did lots of other worthy stuff too, but true to form this is what actually caught my eye in the wikipedia entry...". In 1917, Pearson transferred to the Royal Flying Corps (as the Royal Canadian Air Force did not exist at that time), where he served as a Flying Officer until being sent home with injuries from two accidents; while training as a pilot at an air training school in Hendon, England, Pearson survived an airplane crash during his first flight. Unfortunately, in 1918, he was hit by a London bus during a blackout and was sent home as an invalid to recuperate and then discharged from the service..." Bless!
On a slightly sentimental note I shall take the opportunity to pay tribute to my lovely friends in Canada - kate & chris. Fifteen years ago this very month I went through a particular difficult time - my first marriage broke up - and without them and my other extremely lovely friends Jenny & Richard I could not have got through it and come out the other side.....thanks to them I have extremely happy memories of two drunken and slightly deranged years in my little bachelorette pad in Sale.
Anyway, I fly into Lester B Pearson Airport, and being a bit of a geek I thought I should find out who he was to have an airport named after him. Well, if you didn't already know (I bet Kevin did....) he was the 14th prime minister of Canada, and recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize. Now I know we might feel that they are giving those away with cornflakes at the mo (oooo...political satire...)but he got his for organizing the United Nations Emergency Force to resolve the Suez Canal Crisis. He did lots of other worthy stuff too, but true to form this is what actually caught my eye in the wikipedia entry...". In 1917, Pearson transferred to the Royal Flying Corps (as the Royal Canadian Air Force did not exist at that time), where he served as a Flying Officer until being sent home with injuries from two accidents; while training as a pilot at an air training school in Hendon, England, Pearson survived an airplane crash during his first flight. Unfortunately, in 1918, he was hit by a London bus during a blackout and was sent home as an invalid to recuperate and then discharged from the service..." Bless!
On a slightly sentimental note I shall take the opportunity to pay tribute to my lovely friends in Canada - kate & chris. Fifteen years ago this very month I went through a particular difficult time - my first marriage broke up - and without them and my other extremely lovely friends Jenny & Richard I could not have got through it and come out the other side.....thanks to them I have extremely happy memories of two drunken and slightly deranged years in my little bachelorette pad in Sale.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Mad-eyed screamer
I am soooooo bored I could scream. Really, if my desk weren't so cluttered I would lay my head down and howl. I've got plenty of work to do, don't get me wrong. Mountains of it in fact. I'm not travelling too much at the moment, which is good. But I get to go to the US at the end of next week, via Toronto to see some friends. I've just had an excellent appraisal. But.....it's just not doing it for me at the moment....know what I mean? I really need something challenging - in a good way.
Adding to this malaise is that I am in the process of putting together an application for another job....outside my present organisation....shhhhh.....don't tell anyone. It is the perfect job for me...back in the real world of libraries...but kind of not......I am completely desperate to get this job, and can't get it out of my head. I *think* I stand a reasonable chance. I *think* I should get an interview at least. I just have to think up strategies to ensure my head doesn't explode in the meantime.
Here is someone far better at screaming than me, and seemingly still happy in her day job.
Adding to this malaise is that I am in the process of putting together an application for another job....outside my present organisation....shhhhh.....don't tell anyone. It is the perfect job for me...back in the real world of libraries...but kind of not......I am completely desperate to get this job, and can't get it out of my head. I *think* I stand a reasonable chance. I *think* I should get an interview at least. I just have to think up strategies to ensure my head doesn't explode in the meantime.
Here is someone far better at screaming than me, and seemingly still happy in her day job.
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