Joey’s working from home too. And has cleared his in-tray. Because he’s very productive and very busy. And is now brain-storming. Or weeing. Either takes serious concentration. The latter sometimes more.

And working at home I dare say can be very productive. If you sit at a computer for 5 hours and… and… and do shit on that computer of a worky and creative and critical nature. On Zoom. But if your work, like mine, is a bit more ‘different’, a bit more difficult to do from home, it just means you do less. Though oddly, that ‘less’ takes 15 times longer than doing it in a work environment. Mainly because most people are stupid. Dim. Brain-dead. Moronic. And the bigger the company, the more moronic they are.

I just had an interesting conversation (never would have happened in ‘normal times’ when everyone’s on autopilot) about the whereabouts of a pair of sunglasses I ordered for someone 3 weeks ago. Which I then, as instructed, requested to be delivered to my home as THE PRACTICE IS SHUT!!!! just like everywhere else in the country. I emailed the details, exactly as requested and received confirmation from the ‘logistics’ people. What used to be called ‘dispatch’ until they got big computers and bigger ideas and demanded a new title. As befits… yeah, whatever.

This is the largest optical company in the world. By such a long way that if the chief exec wants to buy a kit-kat it HAS to be taken to the Monopolies and Mergers Commission before he can open it. By which time his tea’s gone cold.

And today I learned that the job had shipped to Fleet Street. Ah. Fleet Street. Where I used to work before the plague. Where they’ve always sent stuff. Where I specifically requested they don’t cos not only are we not currently there, at the present moment there are no living people in the entire City of London. Only the burglar who smashed my window and 16 really nice policemen. None of whom take in packages.

But what’s the point of venting my frustration, my anger, my… sheer hopelessness of this debacle, with a girl sitting in her flat in Amsterdam, on her computer, talking about the failings of tossers in Milan who can’t follow instructions sent from… possibly Riga. Maybe Prague.

As I had cause to say to a different CEO (doesn’t eat kit-kats) yesterday about a different but equally annoying matter: companies will be remembered by how they behaved during ‘the crisis’. And its true. And my shit-list is growing daily.

Much better to vent to you. Where I can do it properly and DON’T HAVE TO ACT POLITELY OR FUCKING NICELY!!!!

Happy home-working Day

A xxxx