Pynchon

Good lord! My good lady emailed me a link to an amusing website. Why didn't anybody tell me that Lorraine has a sense of humour?

Anyway, for anybody who has had to suffer a manager with a taste in inspiration posters, here it is and enjoy. I did.

In other news, there isn't any. It's been very quiet.

Lorraine turned up last night at 9:30pm. She was shattered. She had left the house at 7am and had been at a customer's until late in the evening. I wouldn't mind so much, she likes the work, but the Company and/or the customer will not appreciate her efforts and they will only expect this from her all of the time.

Today I found out that my friend Alan Byron, who works on product B, has got the job that he applied for in the Training department. I am happy for him. He deserves the break as he is one of the good guys. Very hard working, funny, self depreciating and solid. Certainly not a prima donna like me. I hope that he makes a big success of himself. The Product B team will be lacking when he has gone.

Alan started working for the Company in February 2001, exactly one month before I started. From the start we always got on well, but in all honesty I wouldn't have claimed to have been a really good friend of his. In October of that year, when Lorraine and I moved into this house, Alan offered to help us move given the time constraint that he could only manage a couple of hours on the Saturday morning. I never expected him to turn up, but he was the only one from work that did. He was solid and helpful on a very stressful day. (It was torrential rain in Birmingham on October 6th 2001. That date is burnt onto my psyche.) We have never forgotten that casual act of kindness. We feel that we have owed him ever since.

I once groped Belinda Byron's (Alan's wife's) tits at an office party. It was an accident (No, really!) but they did feel nice. Maybe I will tell that story one day.