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The Grand Randomities
Jul. 23rd, 2006 12:58 am*blows dust off journal* Yeah, been a bit non-talkative at the moment, what else is new?
I've been doing my own thing this week - alone in the library, just doing what I can since I the other things I was asked to do couldn't be done quickly even if it was my all-day every-day and nobody was asking for info - the job I'm meant to be doing. I still have no idea where my diploma is (found the paper saying I qualified though), so I might see if an idea I have will work, as there's a good-sounding level-2 going at another department in the city.
Of course, this means trying to write in application-ese, and all that STAR stuff and so on - I'd have a better chance writing in Goa'uld. All this stuff about saying I'm so great rahrahrah - I hate it. I don't think like that, just "this needs doing, it's done, good, end of."
Pity I can't just use a power I'm told I have - I made C jealous of my eyelash-batting abilities the other day. :lol: It might come in handy though when I press something to see what it does/if it's broken. I bet I'd be the guy to press a button even if it was marked "Do Not Press - Batman."
Something interesting's popped up. I was looking on the National Archives site, and noticed since I'd bought a copy of his service record a couple of months ago, Great-Great-Uncle Maurice's file was now available electronically. I did a bit more digging, and from that I think that they're now putting a lot of the WWI service records online - more than just two months ago, at any rate. And thanks to that digging around found another distant relative who was a fighter ace in WWII.
I think I've watched too much Smallville: I was just putting some newspapers away when a magazine cover caught my eye... note to self - not every young guy with shaved noggin is Lex Luthor, and I should stop thinking they are.
During the week a few interesting encounters of the feathered kind - on the bus yesterday an ibis flew past and up so close I could see the line of red just behind the leading edge of his wings; a quarterhour later part of the foreshore was just black with cormorants standing there. The night before on my way home got to say hello to the galahs who landed nearby to feed - guess they like being under the trees in this unfamiliar rain stuff.
I've been doing my own thing this week - alone in the library, just doing what I can since I the other things I was asked to do couldn't be done quickly even if it was my all-day every-day and nobody was asking for info - the job I'm meant to be doing. I still have no idea where my diploma is (found the paper saying I qualified though), so I might see if an idea I have will work, as there's a good-sounding level-2 going at another department in the city.
Of course, this means trying to write in application-ese, and all that STAR stuff and so on - I'd have a better chance writing in Goa'uld. All this stuff about saying I'm so great rahrahrah - I hate it. I don't think like that, just "this needs doing, it's done, good, end of."
Pity I can't just use a power I'm told I have - I made C jealous of my eyelash-batting abilities the other day. :lol: It might come in handy though when I press something to see what it does/if it's broken. I bet I'd be the guy to press a button even if it was marked "Do Not Press - Batman."
Something interesting's popped up. I was looking on the National Archives site, and noticed since I'd bought a copy of his service record a couple of months ago, Great-Great-Uncle Maurice's file was now available electronically. I did a bit more digging, and from that I think that they're now putting a lot of the WWI service records online - more than just two months ago, at any rate. And thanks to that digging around found another distant relative who was a fighter ace in WWII.
I think I've watched too much Smallville: I was just putting some newspapers away when a magazine cover caught my eye... note to self - not every young guy with shaved noggin is Lex Luthor, and I should stop thinking they are.
During the week a few interesting encounters of the feathered kind - on the bus yesterday an ibis flew past and up so close I could see the line of red just behind the leading edge of his wings; a quarterhour later part of the foreshore was just black with cormorants standing there. The night before on my way home got to say hello to the galahs who landed nearby to feed - guess they like being under the trees in this unfamiliar rain stuff.
