tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586466115873226498.post2493176543916970841..comments2024-01-19T03:22:13.628+00:00Comments on up close and personal: Small Merciescarlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886258675618058752noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586466115873226498.post-10071864677959151612011-04-10T20:49:55.502+01:002011-04-10T20:49:55.502+01:00Yeah, it is good. And it feels right as well. I ...Yeah, it is good. And it feels <i>right</i> as well. I kinda think in hindsight the Cast song coming on the jukebox (in a previously silent pub) was kind of a reward from some higher power. I mean how many other songs about futility are there?<br /><br />That said, one of the other candidates, a rugger-bugger from Leicester University, was heroically rude to the Mars people during the whole event, and told me he only turned up for the free food.Phil Knighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16214245608032305452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586466115873226498.post-32228751026918251052011-04-10T17:43:15.087+01:002011-04-10T17:43:15.087+01:00Such a lovely feeling in those situations, when yo...Such a lovely feeling in those situations, when you just look up and say "nah" and walk off. The confusion on bosses/competitors' faces is priceless, small acts of free will being so alien to them. <br /><br />Even doing it during actual jobs brings a giddy high - for a day or two anyway... I still wonder about that pile of dirty dishes I abandoned one Saturday in 1995...David K Waynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10756535951359716522noreply@blogger.com