Krispy Kreme Doughnuts

I've been converted to these, thanks to a nice lad who was selling them for charity, on Oxford Road. The idea being that the lunchtime munchie-fiends (ie me) would stop by, and donate to his fundraiser for water-aid schemes in the Sudan.

Absolutely fair do's, to me.

He did try the puppy-eyes 'ooh I've got no change and they are for charideee' line on the crowd, but this was Oxford Road, lunchtime, full of cynical improverished students and Uni Staff, so it wasn't quite has successful as elsewhere.

I know I'm getting old when I see the kids on Oxford Road and can't believe they are all students, surely it's a school outing of epic proportions! How can these baby-faced creatures be allowed out of their bedrooms unsupervised, let alone given student loans and the hell that comes with financial services products?

Now young Scottster over at 'Everybody laughed' - eyes left, scroll down, follow the link from there - has been raving about Krispy Kreme for a while. Now I see why. I've been humouring the lad as it is nice to see him have an obsession that isn't geek based! But I'm now on a new path to obesity and tooth decay.

If it wasn't the wrong side of payday, the little fundraiser might have ended up with a reservoir named after him. Where's the diner again, Scottie?

Earthquake

So we had an earthquake!

Mum swears the wardrobes were swaying - if you saw the size of her room you'd understand why that would be a bit disconcerting. I would blame the drink, but she's teetotal. Gromit went into the garden to bark at it, and Bailey hid under the sofa.

I slept through it, as did the cats.

Strange ally

I have seen true experts at work today. The Campaign to Really Annoy Irritating Colleagues has an unofficial software.

We use a software for HR and course bookings that has been designed by true craftsmen. Get it developed so far, find bugs, leave bugs and let people evolve a working pattern round them.

As they think we are irritating for complaining, and these bugs are really annoying, I bow to these masters of the art of the CRAIC.

Watching two colleagues from the User Group trying to run a report, which ended in a handbag hissy fit and the lovely-natured Eleanor snarling "Do what you like, I wouldn't advise it", to a complete ****wit colleague - wonderful. Especially as she sounded like a Home Counties gel doing a Mafioso impression with a permafrost chill to it.

But I won't name the company or software yet. No one has been driven to diving out of the window, and I feel we have to set the bar higher for companies than for individuals.

Interview Day

They're interviewing for the new office manager today, so the front office staff are keeping a very keen eye on the candidates as they arrive.

We do have an early favourite, but do we show our hand just yet? If we express a preference, with they be top of the rejection list?

Sod the American primaries, this is real politics for you... :)

CRAIC

The Campaign to Really Annoy Irritating Colleagues (CRAIC) has hit a snag today.

The worst offender has decided to work from home, and her acolytes have been a bit wary today. I am the only member of the team in the front office today - so they can't risk me running off into the street to find a campaign manager.

They are so desperate to tell me why they can't work from one of two spare desks in the front office. I smile sweetly, I only want them in here if they are going to work, not play Scrabulous or whitter inanely about the Brit awards. If I can save blogging for lunchtime, why can't they?

Fortunately, the department who share front office space have sent James in here to keep the numbers up. As James is deceptively nutty (he appears so normal and intelligent!) he makes excellent company.

He is a prize candidate for CRAIC membership, and he has a larger team to work on than I have. Think I might start recruiting later...

A breeze of change

Ok, so I'm a slow learner on some things. I'm one of those sorts who quite happily helps the world and his bro sort out their workload/personal issues/house-clearance/contract killings* whilst my own stuff is left undone. But this week is the start of the 'Campaign to Really Annoy Irritating Colleagues'. Or CRAIC.

The aim of the CRAIC is just to - well, it sort of says it all on the tin - irritate people. In the same way they've been driving me nuts for a while.

I call them the 'Slinkies' - they have no real purpose in life but they make you smile when you push them down the stairs. That's one pure gem I found on Facebook :)

And it has got off to a slow but satisfying start. We have a box of assignments here, referred to in Failed the Customer Service Brief. So urgent in fact, that the tutor has left them here for 7 weeks. The arrangement was that, rather than courier the box to a local FE college (about 5 miles away) we would box them up, shove the tutor in a taxi with them at the end of a new session, and he could take them back.

He hasn't seen it as urgent, so neither have we. They are now officially His Problem - the last bit of course delivery is for him to get off his butt and mark them. But today we have the delightful Wilty Emma on lunch cover, a drippy girl with a whingy voice and the dynamism of roadkill. She's one of the people whose assignment has been abandoned, and someone with more backbone has asked what the bloody hell is happening, they want to know their marks.

What old Wilty-knickers wants is someone to do something. The thought that she might get off her bony arse and remind the tutor? Utterly alien! Despite the fact that she was our contact for the programme, a fact she is conveniently forgetting. In her eyes, she's too important to phone taxis. I believe it's a big ask for her IQ, but she could at least try.

The last thing she expected was for me to tell her to sort it out herself with the tutor. He may have some excellent reason why they are safer with us. So she is now huffing and puffing, and wilting, which is more energetic than she's been in many a year!

"It makes us look bad" she whines, at the end of a 3-minute speech so dull that I nodded off partway through my sandwich. She then stops,puzzled by my lack of concern.

"It's not my baby so I'm not in the least bothered, I'm more worried about the BSL results". It might have sounded a bit odd, through the chicken and mayonnaise, but she got the point.

I can see 'Does Not Compute' signs starting to flash in the vacuum behind her eyes. I wait for the smoke as she goes into meltdown, having first moved away from the sprinklers and the electrical stuff.

Part of me is feeling very petty, and sad. Plus, Wilty-knickers has been blessed with sad puppy eyes, and I feel like I've kicked a Labrador puppy.

Then I remember the aim of the CRAIC, and feel good.

* I've not started the contract killings yet, but I'm considering a career change.

This rings so true Chez Reservoir Mogs

Kitchen-Floor Conflict Intensifies As Rival House Cats Claim Same Empty Bag

All Quiet on the RM front...

and I am suspicious.

Last week I had to spend a couple of days at home, with a migraine. This week I spent a couple of days at home with Mum, who was recovering from a hospital visit (think anaesthetic, tubes and painful).

In between, there was a frenzy of tidying-up and furniture moving. The cats really don't like it when I'm home during working hours, they wonder what I'm up to. And they really hate big upheaval, tidy round by all means but moving furniture? Nooooooo, no, no! So the Mogs retreated to a safe distance and kept their heads down.

So why am I worried?

The last time they were this quiet, we ended up with a feline killing spree which involved several dismembered garden critters, and a goldfish corpse. Reservoir Mogs indeed. I really need to start clearing the box room but this is their last bastion of peace in a cruel Kim-and-Aggie world and I don't want the house turning into an abattoir.

Apparently young Scott over at Everybody Laughed has moved his stuff round and his cats LOVE it. Inadvertently he has created a hi-speed run from kitchen to patio doors, so easy to get some speed up and be halfway down the garden to catch unwary pigeons. Ok, so the last bit is in their dreams, but they are happy with the new arrangement and hey, there are some very stupid pigeons out there.

But my cats know what they like and they don't like change. And Bailey is just worried he'll be moving house again.

I have to go and buy some serious pet bribes now.