I don't do very good
daylogs, but here goes anyway.
I'm now in my third day back at
**** at what in my
home node I call '
Hell PLC'. We are now in a huge,
custom-built
corporate HQ, miles from anywhere.
Security is tighter than a
supermodel's
corset. The
food sucks.
Internet usage has been tightly restricted. The actual work is a
awful as ever. The only possible advantage is that the place overlooks a
film studio backlot, and I can see
tanks and such things coming and going for filming purposes.
At some stage, I'll
node this company's appalling abuses of the
English language.
On the bus this morning, an obstructive old lady with a
Harrods shopping bag prevented a schoolboy from getting off, by sitting in his way, until he was two stops beyond where he needed to go. People are so
nice.