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

Today was one of those days. On top of all the usual stuff, which of course I can't tell you about in any detail - a fact for which you should be grateful, 'cos it's boring - I had an urgent request for a full and comprehensive report on a particular issue. There was a list of questions to be answered, and it all had to be done immediately if not sooner.

So I sat down and typed and typed. The particular issue is one of my personal hobby-horses so I knew all the details and I could put something together. In fact, I put eight pages together answering all of the highly specific questions I'd been given. Typed, proofread, formatted and submitted in record time.

Then came the obvious response - 'Sorry, we didn't realise it was all that complex, but can you edit it down into a single page?'



So I did that and produced a page which answered none of the questions.

This was received with many thanks and a chocolate frog from the charity chocolate box, which I suspect means that the people asking the questions didn't understand the questions.

I am sick of typing. Sick of it. So I don't think I can manage to do a journal today.

Oh, hang on...

Ivan.

I hate that "oh we didn't reaslise it was as complicated as that..." carp. No shit Sherlock. You have my sympathy, Ivan.

*doesn't read the journal that Ivan hasn't done*

Poor Ivan

For that Deep Thought moment...

Today kicked my arse, too. And tomorrow will be worse.