In work on a Sunday? You have *got* to be kidding me...

Just so you know: this page was imported from my old blog. Some pages were rather mangled in the process; my apologies if things don't quite look right.

I'm ok with most aspects of work. I'm ok with working a 12-hour day in the office and then going home and doing another 4 hours in the comfort of my living room, in front of a good film with a cold one to hand.

One thing I'm not ok with is Mr. Branson's cable service breaking while I'm in the middle of finishing off the Grad Ball mini-site. I mean, honestly, could you not have given it just a couple of hours? Or, even better, asked your numpties to undertake Essential Maintenance Work (whatever that is - dusting the servers, possibly?) in the wee small hours when everyone *isn't* trying to watch TV, get on the internet or use the phone?

So, having found myself interweb-less, I'm now sitting in a stuffy Sabb office on a Sunday night trying to wrap up the latest headache project, and wondering if there's a line somewhere in next year's budget for an HTML-savvy slave to do this kind of stuff for me... ;o)

/al - not as grumpy as I sound. No, really...

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