It's about 3am ...

I'm going to head off to bed shortly.

But first, yesterday. I managed to get a fair bit done, so I'm pretty cool about the day.

I woke up, curious about a friend of mine whom I hadn't heard from for a while. I texted her, and left it at that. Then I went down and brushed up on my Japanese. I contacted the owner of a Japanese language tutorial site to thank her for her wonderful lessons. I got a cordial reply in my inbox this morning. :) Hell, I even updated my cv to include the fact that I'm teaching myself.

As a side note, I can't work on outside computers, because they don't support hiragana, katakana or kanji, which sucks. I'll have a word or two with Jones the Computer about this, as well as the public library.

Anyhow, I went to the bank later on, before heading home. On the way, I got a call from a recruiter who'd seen my new cv. He asked me if I could work in France. Then he gave me the usual recruiter runaround, that's designed to make you feel like shit. Thing is, if my cv is not suitable for the job, surely they can see that - and move on to the next guy?

I think they're taking the piss. I really do. It must be some form of recreational activity for bored recruiters to phone people up and play silly wankers.

Anyway, last thing as I was getting back to the flat, the phone rang. It was that friend I thought I'd lost. She is still alive. :)

So that was yesterday. Later today, I'm probably going to head for town to get tonight's supper, and to drop by the Deli Express for a coffee.

Edit: I decided to make the recruiter's day miserable by reporting them to Jobsite. After all, I have their number on my phone from their last call.

So I went to the Jobsite contact form, and submitted an email communique to them. The next thing was, the site displayed a reCaptcha page.

Specifically, this one:-


moar funny pictures

There was an error processing the thing, so I called up an audio file. Which had some American guy saying "What did you expect me to do while that guy was jumpin' on my neck?"

NOW I'm off to bed. :)

Crap news today

The Deli Express, one of my favourite haunts, will be closing for good this Friday. :(

This is the crappest news I have had all bloody month.

So far.

An Informed Guess

A friend of mine in good standing came up with a theory today, of what sort of a man bosses in IT are looking for around here.

They are looking for a hybrid of this guy:-



and a worker from an environment like this:-



Basically, someone who will live, eat, breathe, sleep and shit code, but who will get paid like a battery hen and treated like a spare part at a car boot sale.

Even now, they want it all, and they don't want to pay for it.

What makes these bosses think that anyone worth £40k a year will want to work in Wrexham anyway?