Blog Six: Office Space

Went into the office today. Normally, of course, I either work at home or at the customer's, but one a week or so I have to go it to do various crap.

I was there five hours and was maybe as productive as I'd be in one hour at home. Everyone wants to talk, talk, talk. The new office (we moved in February) sucks, too, which doesn't help, and in all honesty I have to admit I go to the office to do inefficient stuff. If it was easy to do I'd have done it at home.

In other employment-related news, TCB (my sister, remember?) apparently may have a gig in Calgary. This would necessitate massive expenses and giving up other jobs for a 3-month run. It had better pay pretty damned good to be worth it. Mrs. RickJay's job is going extremely well, knock on wood.

Bridget Jones has another guy on the line, from simcoe or some damned place. He has tattoos and peircings. Poor Bridget has not yet moved past her "Hugh Grant" stage and into the more advanced "Colin Firth" stage.

Tomorrow morning I'm off to Connecticut; the next blog shall be from the USA!