1944 Teenaged Jewish diarist Anne Frank and family arrested by Gestapo as hiding place betrayed by informant Willem van Maaren and deported to concentration camps to die in 1945, The Diary of Anne Frank
09:02
Yeah, back to the big fat merry go round. Geek central. Where it's not what you do but who you present to that matters.
10:10
Today's Trivia: For reasons that have never been explained, a duck's quack does not produce an echo.
10:15
Two months on-site in Bananasoft stretching ahead like the road through the western desert. Plate windows bearing down in the panopticon of profit.
Networking off the dirty, filthy wifi in the lobby. No access to the office network for several more days due to corporate foot-dragging, Bananasoft style, I'm assured. Known euphemistically as 'procedure'. Mine invoices shalt not be tardy, howsoever, they'll find THAT procedure to be timely. But then, my corporation is considerably smaller.
Someone's gone upstairs this 20 minutes to organise for me a hot desk. Prepared, they're not. I try look busy for now. The life of an IT consultant. Must be a thousand people working in this glass and white brand new fairy cake office block. Nice coffee bar at least.
10:31
Janey. The bun rush is in full swing. Everybody looks well muffined and latted up to their nines. Rumour has it I might be left in the marketing department for my sins as they are to be the “business owners” for this “customer-facing” project so the “user acceptance testing” will be with the “product manager”. I wonder if jargon makes people horny or gives 15% of them orgasms 15% of the time. They are mere pawns in my 300 euro-a-day consultancy game.
17:35
I'll say one thing, marketing meetings will be more fragrant than technology meetings. Hallelujah.
18:50
WTF? Somehow I wish more women were IT project engineers. Not because they'd have any greater or lesser competencies necessarily, but because they generally speaking, smell better than bearded, mustachioed and greasy-haired male engineers. With sweaty pits. Skinny, obese, teeth knocked out, protuberant pustules erupting on their pinched faces.
When you can use a computer and spout about it, nobody gives a shit that you're swampy, because you're not cutting across their lawn and they're actually glad they're not you.
I read somewhere on some NLP site that the over-relaxed hands-behind-the-head gesture I saw the Project Manager shape in today's meetings means you don't know what's going on and it's like, you're throwing your hands in the air in desperation, really, grasping for straws to clutch at, or something. Suffice to say, when dark patches of sweat are being openly flaunted underarm of your light blue shirt, someone hasn't been reading up on how to win friends and influence people on neuro-linguistic programming web sites.
22:22
I will try to go easy. Bristle not. Baulk not. Brood not. Bust me bollix not. I won't push myself too hard, because I'll get no thanks. I'll do the minimum, and exclude the maximum. There's nothing to be gained personally from being over-involved. I'll keep my counsel. The achievements will not just speak for themselves, I will speak for them. Going to blather and brag and twist every conversation into being about everything I do, like everyone else does. False modesty does not provide me with future income!
