22nd June 2010, 08:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 22nd June 2010, 08:37 PM by deadlylampshade.)
Sorry Mr Ainsworth if you are leaving on my account...not intentional at all...but somewhere to let your hair down is essential in life otherwise, I have found, people stop enjoying their vocation and it becomes a chore and not a passion! Once it is a chore it is time to move on.
Was feeling a little glum before I wandered in for a drink and feel a little worse now. Perhaps you kind friends can tell me how I am to prioritise FIVE Priority Ones from a Tasking Order I got at work...all due on the same day and all requiring a full team of four ...(not an archaeological problem per se, but it's beating the pants off me at the moment...)
I have already told them at work that I am putting a Repetitive Strain Syndrome claim in against them for constantly pulling rabbits out of hats, but they ain't listening!!
Was feeling a little glum before I wandered in for a drink and feel a little worse now. Perhaps you kind friends can tell me how I am to prioritise FIVE Priority Ones from a Tasking Order I got at work...all due on the same day and all requiring a full team of four ...(not an archaeological problem per se, but it's beating the pants off me at the moment...)
I have already told them at work that I am putting a Repetitive Strain Syndrome claim in against them for constantly pulling rabbits out of hats, but they ain't listening!!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Merlot in one hand, Cigar in the other; body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!