a spuddy good new year
Being a so-so computer hacker, I've managed to track down most of my readers and wish them happy new year in person, either by jumping out at them on their way to work or just showing up at their kitchen window dressed in a cape. But to those of you who are sans my new year's well-wishes: happy new year! Hope your January is everything you wished it would be, within the boundaries of decency.
Business seems to be picking up, which is good. Companies are hiring, which is good news for those folks whose public sector jobs are being flushed so liberally down the toilet by a government that still hasn't developed the backbone to stop the bank bosses from using our bailout money to pay themselves ridiculous amounts of money.
Anyway, no matter how horrible your shifting circumstances, there's one constant in this world: the cutting-edge content of this blog. You can look forward to another year of employment insights, career tips and just good old fashioned typing, with red hot editorials comin' atcha as often as once in four months.
Speaking of which, I brought semi-homemade chilli to work today, and some butter in a tupperware pot, but I forgot my potato, if you can believe that. So I asked the Boss, who was going down to the market at lunch (this would be around 12.48), to pick me up a potato. She came back with four pounds of potatoes, all earthy, some of them huge. I selected a potato the size of my head, then went to the toilets to scrub it under the tap. Afterwards my hands were wet, as was the potato, so I dried them under the hand-dryer, and somebody walked into the toilets. Now, if I walked into the toilets and saw someone holding a potato under a hand-dryer, I genuinely believe I would quickly reach a cogent rationalisation, rather than, say, look at the person as though I'd caught him smelling my hair on a bus. But this guy just went white, turned around and walked off really quickly. I mean, come on.
Stay tuned, reader - 2014 is gonna be one crazy ride!