A Far Fetched Resolution

I’ll tell you what happens with impossible promises. You start with far-fetched resolutions. They are then pickled into a rigid dogma, a code, you go through the years sticking to that, out-dated, misplaced, irrelevant to the real needs, and you end up in the grotesque chaos of a Labour council, a Labour council hiring taxis to scuttle round the city handing out redundancy notices to its own workers. I’ll tell you.. You can’t play politics with people’s jobs and with people’s services.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

National Throw Stuff Away Day

The great thing about working in a small office with only a few people in it is that you have a certain amount of control over the office environment.

Yesterday I declared it "National Throw Things Away Day" and, although an investment in a skip was deemed (by me amongst others) an extravagance too far we have so far filled 10 large refuse sacks and are moving on to the crates in the other room.

A redecoration and the ceiling falling in simultaneously has combined with my arrival in a grump about filing and paper to cause a 'perfect storm' of frustration with the age-old filing and we have collectively stretched out our hands to touch the dream of a paper-less office.

And before anyone makes a worthy tree-hugging comment - the papers are all being kept secure until a nice bunch of people from the recycling company come and take them away.

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