Shite, thanks.
A pile of crap projects to wade through, with sub-standard applications, basic financial errors, lack of supporting information that should have been provided at the time of submission, idiots not understanding the programme and championing investments that aren't even eligible... I could go on.

Other than that, life is peachy.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 3 Feb 2010, 11:35, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Fucking hell mate
I didn't want a real answer.


Jesting aside, that sounds extraordinarily dull, old boy. Unlucky.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 11:37, Reply)

It's not dull as such
I enjoy what I do, I just don't enjoy having to spend 50% of my working time doing somebody else's job for them, despite them having been in post for over a year, because they are still making the same basic mistakes. If I don't pick up the pieces in order to get projects approved, the budget doesn't get spent, and I get bollocked at my performance review for not meeting my job objectives. Which is why I'm not around much lately.

My nervous breakdown is scheduled for July.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 3 Feb 2010, 11:46, Reply)

Other people's shitness, and one's obligation to sort it out,
is most definitely dull.

July, you say?

*checks diary*
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 12:00, Reply)