Something changed

The new Risk Manager has arrived on site, Mr Paul Thompson.  He's a decent man, the perfect person for the role.  PBM is really lucky to have him onboard, really lucky, and I hope he sticks it out. Early impressions, but I'd say he's got stickability.

Vietnam, not sure whats happening there.  Pie in the sky?

Other things happening around other parts of the world, so there's plenty to look towards.

Boring now being on site on my own.  Booooooring.  But I'm working through all them episodes of 'Lost'.  One thing begins to come clear - there *is* no answer!  I could happily kick the doc Jack character in the face, morally uprighteous turd burgler.

InControl has become a large part of my life.  Hell of a database.  Shithouse implementation.  What we're doing now is working, the INX consultant on site is resourceful and helpfull, but the data migration work that was done before was shithouse and has caused more problems than would have been created by hand coding the whole lot in to start with.  Really fucking me off, and the consulatant is looking ragged.  She also had her money knocked off out of her room at the other camp, which is a real fucker.  I would be ropeable.

Other shit, well, the wedding looms ever closer, but other shit is at a standstill.  One of them funny little hiatus periods that life chucks at you.  Aint it a fucker?

Nic is bored and shitted off with the current situation.  Guess we had it too good while on site, being apart is worse than burnt cork.  It's worse than a singed beard.  It's worse than tomato sauce down the front of a fresh shirt.  It's worse than a borrowed mower that just won't fucking start.  It's worse than a stubbed toe.  It's worse than mouldy cheese, when all you want right now is a bloody toasted cheese sandwich.  It's worse than sand in the paint.  It's worse than most of the things out there that really bugger your day.  And it doesnt stop.

Theres that Doctor Jack character again, panting, bug eyed, bleating about some bloody injustice. The man needs a fork thrust into an eyeball, that would really give him something to carry on about.  "Argh, my fucking eye!".  I'm just getting towards the end of Season One, maybe he toughens the fuck up later on and grows a pair of swingers.

Hoo hoo, enough from me.  See you fuckers later.

I give you a photo from Vietnam.  It's a brickworks.  In Lao, everything is made from cement - because they got all the limestone under the sun.  In Vietnam, it's all brick, because they got all the clay that ever existed.