Fixing a recent car boot ‘bargin’. Somehow I failed to notice that the main pull down assembly was cracked but managed to order a new part (the red bit). A PITA to fit but got there in the end. 
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Are they blood splatters on the chrome rod at front left?
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Starting the day not playing patacake at a team building type event. I have lost the will to fucking live.
Walked out half way through as heads on poles wasn’t a game on the agenda, also probably saved me from getting sacked.
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Chuffed about walking to and from the Polling Station without health related incident. Big improvements in a few days.
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Seriously, they still do this kinda shit?
Well that was about as much fun as working.
Next up (allegedly) an “automated video interview”. WTF? Is this some kind of robo interviewer? Maybe I’d better put some clothes on.
@Mrs_Maureen_OPinion can I borrow an alpaca for a couple of hours? That might spice up any kind of remote video shenanigans.
“Hi, I’m Gyro. And this is Benny. We do pair programming like you’ve never seen it done before”.
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GDPR stuff at work, but on the cheap.
Woo.
I had to drum on african kodo drums, quite fun, but the ‘leader’ was a bit of a twat. The stand up and give us your biggest issue was a fucking lie in my case, I couldn’t say what I wanted to say.
Smile and just get on with it is my motto.
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I was kicked-off the team building exercise at a prior job because I cheated at carrying fluffy, fuzzy things on a spoon in a crappy relay race. The whole thing was taking place in a country house hotel retreat place, so I fecked off to somewhere nice and quiet in the grounds and stayed there until it was time for dinner. After dinner I got pissed in the bar and then proceeded to tell the twat manager what a prick he was for shouting at me in front of everyone - I did not tell him in front of everyone as that would have been unprofessional.
I don’t get invited to these things 
Anything in the City inevitably takes place in a boozer, and rapidly deteriorates into a bitching session, usually about the finer points of programming languages or development methodologies that would send any normal person to sleep.
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maybe you’d like to come and talk to our students about programming in the real world…
Aren’t they Japanese? 
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I’m sure my address of “Hello cannon fodder, I remember when I knew everything too” would go down a storm.
Come back next week for “You touched it, you own it: not even Chuck Norris could kill that CORBA abomination you just inherited.”
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'ain’t that the truth? I still shudder when remembering the day when, in a lean patch, I agreed to take a look at a bug on an old project I’d not touched before… only to find it had been written in VB6 and the year was 201something!.. and so it came to pass that I was now the “expert!”. The original author? He’s that bloke in the corner rapidly perspiring himself a coating of pure teflon.
Never again.
Brewing a 25 litre batch of Tapes & Capes Pale Ale (possibly renamed to Jim’s Trump Oil).
Then buying plants for borders while a neighbour relayed our path.
Off to a pub we’ve not been to for a while for lunch. It was OK.
Back to the garden for garden arch constructing ready for the climbing roses.
G&Ts once finished.
It’s been a good day.
Working with fuckwits of collosal proportions.
I’d be happy to do that. 
I’ve been avoiding that…
So far the approach is to turn off exchange journaling and skype conversation history and then say we don’t hold any of the data to a SAR.
relaid
Unless there was a baton passing race involved
We have had a team of 8 on FTC for the last year plus an enormous input from the permies.