Last year I gave out a couple of blog awards. The recipients did not collect their prizes, so this year I will go down a different track.
Technology just amazes me. No doubt younger people take it for granted, but I do not. When I woke last Saturday morning, our Metcard switch off day, via Twitter I quickly learned that the last Metcard ticket was issued on a tram at 2.30 am between St Kilda and Malvern. Ten years ago, how would I have ever known that. Whether the information is accurate and/or particularly interesting, is beside the point.
I was looking on this computer at free Amazon books for my new Kindle. I selected one and there was an option, send it to Andrew's Kindle. I clicked, and by the time I rose from my seat, walked across the room, picked up and switched on my Kindle, the book was there. Just amazing. I went back to the computer and clicked send and receive on my email, and there was the account, for $0.00.
Don't we all like to have a go at the Weather Bureau? Or BOM, Bureau of Meteorology, as it is now known. BOM now does seven day forecasts with absolutely incredible accuracy. BOM has the biggest mother of a computer to help them, but their forecasts are amazingly accurate now, especially if you just ignore 'chance of a shower', which usually means a shower if you are in the wrong place at the wrong time.
For Friday, BOM has said it will be 39 degrees. They may be a degree or so out, but I am damn sure it is going to be a very hot day.
So yes, take a bow for 2012, BOM. You have excelled in the last couple of years.
I shall be working NYE, from 7pm to 4am, with little extra reward. No partying for me and any kind of sleep pattern I like to have is completed screwed. I don't care so much about the former, but I hate disrupted sleep patterns. No, I won't be pulling beers or making cocktails. R has advised me to have dinner before I start work and then have snacks. Probably a good idea. He has made me a lasagne, a comfort meal, knowing how I am dreading the night. I am just lost trying to work out how to deal with such working hours. I was told when I started the job that shift work was involved. The worst case is your start at 5 am or finish at 1 pm. How that has changed. Years ago a vexatious person told me I should get a proper job. I should have listened. While I very rarely don't front up for work, I can well expect that it going to take me more than one day to recover from such absurd hours and I will possibly be unwell on the next working day and take a day's sick leave.
Yes, I am grumpy as I write, but I will get over it. Nevertheless, happy new year. We at the Highrise have a bit to look forward to in 2013 and I hope you do too.
[Insert fireworks picture here, or bubbling champagne in a glass. Damn it, I am in a foul mood and can't be effing well be bothered and my moaning about work has ruined what was supposed to be a nice and happy post]