h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

This obviously has to be the customary "my first journal entry" entry. And so it is.

The very fact that I'm doing this at all, from here, at this time in the day, is testimony to my point here: that there isn't enough work in this place called "work". Well at least not enough of it that ends up on my desk.

It's not that I'm a workaholic. I just can't stand driving to work only to find that I've got nothing to do, and eight hours to kill before I can go home again. I'd rather have too much work to do (you can usually quite rightly blame management for the excess) than too little.

Last time I had too little work to do (and I mean for a long time - a day or two doesn't count) was a couple of years ago, during which time I taught myself a new language. Okay it was a computer language - C - but it proved to be very useful, career-wise.

More recently during my days of non-work I took an interest in Latin. It hasn't come to anything much yet, but that language has always interested me. I wanted to learn it when I went to a new school, at the age of twelve, but was not allowed to do so on the basis that I had not already been learning it at my last school. The old "no experience, no entry" dilemma.

Piscatus viginti duo ?

Hmmm, I have to say that Latin is not my first language. Hence what I can only translate as "to fish, twenty, two" makes, hmmmm, not a lot of sense to me. But it should keep the surrealist in me interested.