Preparing minutes from a transcript months after a meeting is so much easier.

Btw, the reason all these rich guys are having to turn to AI assistants to run their lives is that they don't realise how reliant their predecessors were on the invisible labour of women.

Oh you don’t need training to build an AI agent. Just open the thirsty thing and off you go… You sure about that? You got your ethical and accountability framework in place? Have you understood that if your bot doesn’t work as you expect and damages someone or something *you’re* still responsible.

Yes.

I think I might try and give up Facebook for Lent. The problem is that I’ll just switch to YouTube for scrolling video content. So I actually need to give up scrolling video content for Lent.

Every time someone says “they’ve been getting 700 applications for this post” I question my choices about voluntary redundancy AND I think - yeah bit 650 of those are going to be wide of the mark. I guess if I starve, I starve. (If I do end up going back to what I’m doing now I will kick arse).

Just emailed to request discharge from the low intensity CBT. I’ve got the workbook. I can finish it on my own without spending fifteen minutes a week going through questionnaires and reassuring a stranger that I am not a danger to myself or anyone else. I’m not saying I don’t need help/…

Great. Final consultation meeting throws in a curveball on pensions. Sigh. I should probably talk to an IFA. I suspect it would be £200+ to come out none the wiser.

Not enough room for immigrants but oh noes not enough white babies. Reform maths not mathsing again.

I am always tempted to take people who request that I revert at the earliest up at face value.

I am reminded that a hyper faithful adaptation of Withering Heights would mostly be a two people sitting by the fire talking. We are already two unreliable narrators away from much of the action. Also - what if Heathcliffe makes his money in America a slave overseer or a catcher?

Spaceship Reflection - Southgate Night photo of this beautiful 1933 Charles Holden London Underground Station. The puddle was calling me.

Oh. I had a good day yesterday. I did stuff I wanted to get done without it being a struggle. Today - knackered, just wanted to sleep this morning and could cheerfully sofa rot all day.* *I might just listen to my body for once and do that.

Backwards down a ski jump into twisty twisty. Insane.

Figured out how to remove the default x widget from my website and found a colour combination that has an acceptable level of contrast.

I was today years old when I learned this. And suddenly various things make sense.

I was scrolling and I came across a video. Emerald Fennel is *posh*. Like proper posh. I haven’t actually seen any of her films but that explains A LOT about the reaction I’m seeing on here.

Less than 2% between Reform and The Greens. If you want change and to “kick the establishment in the nads” it’s the only choice. Because Reform, Conservatives and Labour are the same right wing establishment.

Was just about to ask “what winter sports insanity do we have this evening” to tune in witness someone faceplanting the half pipe. These people have no physical fear.

I think I might discharge myself from the low intensity CBT. I need to be heard, not to go through a fairly asinine workbook in dribs and drabs. (I already know a lot of this stuff and it was *still* too much at the time of referral. Like can we accept the possibility that it was just too much?

I did not mean to spend the morning updating my domain name and website just to post some coursework. But it needed to be done. I am seriously considering a domain related email. It’s almost like I’m taking myself seriously as a future freelancer.

For some reason it’s even funnier with this music.

Being anti-WFH is ableist as fuck.

Groooooo

Just want to say that I really like these little guys. You just plop the sachet of concentrate whole into a refill spray bottle filled with the appropriate amount of water, shake until it dissolves and off you go. And they work out at just over £2 each which is cheaper than other eco sprays.

Everyone should know that it just takes a little supposedly “mild” virus to get ME. If you have a previous mental health diagnosis (or endometriosis) you will not be able to get income protection insurance. For decades it was treated (erroneously) as a mental health condition. It is not.

At least it explains why I haven’t felt particularly good the last few days.

He’s toast after the local elections.

Ah the “do I or don’t I have an infection has been answered”* Time to do the “please my I have some sodium citrate in the hope that what my immune system has now failed to deal with magically disappears so I can get antibiotics in two days time” dance with the pharmacists. *not transmissible.

Evergreen post.

More immaculate storytelling. Will have you cackling and then catching your breath.

Bemused by the low crotches on the Big Air snowboarders. I’d have thought the last place you want to loose your trousers is upside down on a snowboard.

How did the rich and powerful get away with this? Asks the journalist. The answer is in the question. They are rich and powerful.

Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work. “I’m sorry to send disappointing news”.

I like the narration of the #WinterOlympics as you learn a lot about the sport. But in the bit where you can usually pick which language audio you want, I can't help but long for a Pingu option. Pingu ski commentation would be the best use of broadcast media imaginable.

Note to self: pushing past your limits is how you end up too burned out to deal with *anything* in your life. There will be other opportunities.

I want to go out and do a positive thing today. For numerous reasons. But it involves peopling and I am very low on people energy today. I want to get involved and be around people and I also want to hide somewhere quiet. I’m not sure which is the stronger.

Well that turned out OK. Having managed to arrive at the pool without my goggles and swimming cap - instead of harrumphing and berating myself for being an idiot and going home to fetch them I decided to see how many lengths of breast stroke and backstroke I could do in the time.

I got the notification for the final consultation meeting for voluntary redundancy. And obviously there are forms of wording that are there for my employer to cover their arses. But at the same time are hectoring and patronising. As if I’m some kind of idiot child who needs telling off.

Why is it so hard to tell if I want to go swimming? I have already spent the money on the membership so whether or not I go is actually, practically, immaterial. It might perk me up and make me feel less Blargh. Or it might render me even more flattened tomorrow. I’m leaning towards no.

I have just “best regardsed” someone who was talking at me and a senior colleague as if we were idiots.

The morning after back to back days in the office and going to bed at 11 pm. Blaaaaaaaaargh.

I hate the process of leaving the house, or the office. Once I’m on my way it’s fine. But getting together all the shit that needs to be got together. Doing warm-up exercises for my hip. Making sure everything is off and locked up. All of that. ALL of that is such an effort.

Got one!

I don’t want to go into the office so I am scrolling on my phone. Idiot that I am.

Do you like funny poignant storytelling? Do you like vast cultural journeys that end in unexpected places? Do you like parallels drawn across time that bring you back to the divine in nature and the oh so human in the divine? Then this podcast is for you. And Season 2 is here!

Tomorrow I’m in charge of snacks for a meeting and I’m going to try and buy a gluten free Colin the Caterpillar cake. I want to try it but I absolutely should not be trusted to handle an entire cake in appropriate fashion on my own.

Season 3 of The Hour.

Five “papers” (courses) at university. Shakespeare and his contemporaries. Medieval Icelandic Literature. 19th Century American Literature. James Joyce. 20th Century Literature.

Me: we could go for a walk via Oxfam and look at books Also me: you maxed out the space for your TBR pile just two days ago and you haven’t even started any of those yet!