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Jan. 23rd, 2009

It is not possible for me to have a bigger crush on Barack Obama, even if his inauguration did mean that I started work at midday and finished at a quarter to midnight. It didn't matter though, because it was all exciting and cheering.

Our office actually stopped dead for the moment when he spoke. I loved that speech. It wasn't high-flown or full of flights of rhetoric but it was a straightforward indictment of the fuckery of the Bush administration; a warning that the west cannot continue to eat all the pies and not expect some serious indigestion; and a straightforward plea to the Muslim world to be allowed a fresh start. I cannot believe how undisappointing he is. Where's the grubby compromise, the acts of distressing expediency? He didn't just close Guantánamo, he shut down all foreign prisons and called a halt to extraordinary rendition.

Obamaaaa. I loooooove you. Dear America, you win. You have the best leader. (Well, until you don't)

Work continues to be troublesome. Our current bet is that they will not replace the boss when he leaves because we're in the midst of budget cuts. This is all right until someone wants to go on holiday or gets ill. In the present situation we can't really do anything but be grateful that we have jobs that are decently paid and that we work for fairly decent people.

Big Boss continues to be very charming and demand impossible things. This is a tricky combination. It doesn't annoy me but it infuriates some of my colleagues. My dear, dear friend M sent me a text which consisted only of "[Boss] is a COCK" repeated ten times and I laughed so hard I think I strained something, which shows you how knackered I was.

And Britain's economy is in the toilet. My favourite quote last weekend was from an unnamed Cabinet minister who told Patrick Wintour of The Guardian: "The banks are fucked; the economy's fucked, we're all fucked"

Why thank you for that incisive analysis. I can tell why you're in the top seat.

Oh God. We're all so fucked.

Anyway, how are you all doing?

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leiliaxf
Jan. 24th, 2009 12:48 am (UTC)
I'm nocturnal. Plus the Dayshite starts at 6AM. I can't seem to get to bed before ten most nights.

I prefer to rise from my crypt around 11ish, putter around the house for a bit, eat something, work, come home midnight-ish, putter some more and bed at 2AMish.

I have massive amounts of energy when I work this. When I work days--I can hardly keep my head up after dinner. Back when I was taking harp lessons, my instructor noted that when I was super tired (read as: worked a dayshift) my eyes literally couldn't track the notes on the page.

So yeah. I'm pretty hosed.

Thus, endeth my whinging.