Overworked and underleisured

From several people, the latest of whom is astrogirl2

1. Grab the nearest book.
   
2. Open the book to page 123.
   
3. Find the fifth sentence.
   
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
   
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

The closest books are right on my desk: the four Molesworth books by Geoffrey Willans and Ronald Searle. Only one, Whizz for Atomms extends to 123 pages, unless you count Back in Jug Agane which just has 'THE END' on page 123.

Whizz for Atomms has only two sentences (or one, depending on how you look at it) on page 123 and they are:

Exit the wealthy worker 12345/c nye molesworth and all the machines go:

A puff-a grab - sizzle - grunt - scree - ow - gosh - sizzle - screeeeeee - ect.

This is from Molesworth's imagining of the future where he is a highly-paid worker in one of the 'automatick nuclear atommic factories which do all the work by themselves cheers cheers". This was written in 1956 when workers had a lot more power than they do now, and when people thought the biggest problem facing people in the future--the one we're living in--was how to fill their huge numbers of leisure hours.

What happened? People seem to be working harder than ever. Here in NZ we work the longest hours in the world, have fewer holidays than most (3-4 weeks with few public holidays) and people just put up with it. I've stepped back and work fewer hours than most (officially 30 hours a week but usually more like 35) and let me tell you, I would have no problem filling those leisure hours.

Overworked and underleisured

From several people, the latest of whom is astrogirl2

1. Grab the nearest book.
   
2. Open the book to page 123.
   
3. Find the fifth sentence.
   
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
   
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

The closest books are right on my desk: the four Molesworth books by Geoffrey Willans and Ronald Searle. Only one, Whizz for Atomms extends to 123 pages, unless you count Back in Jug Agane which just has 'THE END' on page 123.

Whizz for Atomms has only two sentences (or one, depending on how you look at it) on page 123 and they are:

Exit the wealthy worker 12345/c nye molesworth and all the machines go:

A puff-a grab - sizzle - grunt - scree - ow - gosh - sizzle - screeeeeee - ect.

This is from Molesworth's imagining of the future where he is a highly-paid worker in one of the 'automatick nuclear atommic factories which do all the work by themselves cheers cheers". This was written in 1956 when workers had a lot more power than they do now, and when people thought the biggest problem facing people in the future--the one we're living in--was how to fill their huge numbers of leisure hours.

What happened? People seem to be working harder than ever. Here in NZ we work the longest hours in the world, have fewer holidays than most (3-4 weeks with few public holidays) and people just put up with it. I've stepped back and work fewer hours than most (officially 30 hours a week but usually more like 35) and let me tell you, I would have no problem filling those leisure hours.

NaArMaMo Day 21 - Cat on a rug

Today's entry for the naarmamo National Art Making Month challenge is another cat picture.

( Cat on a rug )

NaArMaMo Day 21 - Cat on a rug

Today's entry for the naarmamo National Art Making Month challenge is another cat picture.

( Cat on a rug )

McMeal from hell

From today's NZ Herald's Sideswipe column (second article, quoted here in case the link disappears):

Ron Scott has complained vigorously to McDonald's head office about appalling service at a branch earlier this month. According to Ron, the teenager who served him "was surly, slouched and mumbled"; his order was slow, his chips were cold and the service was not what Ron expected of this fine restaurant. The team leader told Ron "the staff here are hopeless", then told the surly teenager he was a "doofus". Finally Ron and his companion received their meals and were hoping to eat and go before anything else untoward happened. But before they could finish a "youth clearly known to the staff, entered the restaurant with his shirt on but no shoes". As Ron pondered the rules regarding bare feet in restaurants, the youth went outside again, then came back in completely starkers and ran through the restaurant. The staff found this hilarious but Ron's guest, who is an elderly woman, was absolutely shocked. The team leader apologised profusely and told Ron the streaker was an off-duty employee and would certainly be sacked. After his numerous complaints falling on deaf ears, Ron finally received this response from the franchise owner: "We have taken your feedback extremely seriously," he wrote. "We have enclosed some vouchers."

ROTFL!

McMeal from hell

From today's NZ Herald's Sideswipe column (second article, quoted here in case the link disappears):

Ron Scott has complained vigorously to McDonald's head office about appalling service at a branch earlier this month. According to Ron, the teenager who served him "was surly, slouched and mumbled"; his order was slow, his chips were cold and the service was not what Ron expected of this fine restaurant. The team leader told Ron "the staff here are hopeless", then told the surly teenager he was a "doofus". Finally Ron and his companion received their meals and were hoping to eat and go before anything else untoward happened. But before they could finish a "youth clearly known to the staff, entered the restaurant with his shirt on but no shoes". As Ron pondered the rules regarding bare feet in restaurants, the youth went outside again, then came back in completely starkers and ran through the restaurant. The staff found this hilarious but Ron's guest, who is an elderly woman, was absolutely shocked. The team leader apologised profusely and told Ron the streaker was an off-duty employee and would certainly be sacked. After his numerous complaints falling on deaf ears, Ron finally received this response from the franchise owner: "We have taken your feedback extremely seriously," he wrote. "We have enclosed some vouchers."

ROTFL!