So, let’s try that again.
It’s too hot here, and it’s only 1128 (now, it was 1045 when I first started).
We tried an experiment in visualisation; the second monitor calls to me when it’s not on and and it’s nice to be able to see more stuff on screen; if you know what I mean. However, experiements with getting visualisation to work on the second screen lead to my machine freezing, which is not good.
Anyway, so I spent the morning attempting to beat the civil service into submission. Let me give anyone a tip; telling someone who’s waited 6 months to be told what they should have been told, say, 2 weeks after applying that they get 98.7% of applications turned round in 7 weeks, that isn’t a good plan, that’s likely to annoy someone more. Claiming that there’s sufficient information when there isn’t, otherwise they’d’ve got the information the first time is also annoying; finally claiming you have no offical means of complaint; that’s likely to get someone’s goat. Specifically mine. It’s got my goat, taken it’s food, dumped ice cold water on it and then spent an hour insulting it; so now my goat is pretty angry.
On the plus side, they’ve now said that all they needed in the first place was a 6 year old letter, which I have a copy of. So I shall send them a copy of that. Fucking useless arseholes. If they’d’ve *said* then I’d’ve *sent it*. Gaaah. Not that I’m happy to send it, given that it contains an awful lot of confidential information about my life, and they have *no need* to see it. Voeyeruistic arseholes.
I’ve just discovered (everyone ready for a rant) that using public transport from Bristol, you can’t travel the 168 miles to Manchester and be there by for 9:30. I’ve just discovered that I can’t make it from my interview. I have to go up the night before, or spend several relaxing hours in the middle of the night in railway stations. I think I have to give up and use up my extra day worked, lose my weekend off and stay in either Manchester or Birmingham. Oh I’m *so* fucked off. Why does public transport have to be so utterly, utterly useless.
It’s hard to persuade myself to travel by train when they make it so fucking hard. I’m now completely *argh*, it probably makes more sense for me to go up to Manchester a day early and spend the day getting a feel for Manchester since I’ve never been there before. Oh balls. Really.
What was I going to say? No idea. I’ve done a letter for Trey; not that she can see this, but I’ll stick it in the post today or tomorrow. I’m gonna have some lunch, sling some laundry in and do more dissertation. I was going to do it this morning but civil service and public transport’s kind of knocked it all on the head really. 2 nights in a hotel, vs: cost of driving and risk of not getting there on time. *sighs*
