No point claiming that I did anything other than this kind of thing today — and there were almost another three hours of it to go after I took this shot. Jet lag, I seem to have avoided. Work lag, I have.
This has been my life for days, and will be for some time to come. This is not even a Covid thing; this endless increase in my workload is presented as something inevitable, a sign of success even. Four years ago there was a third of this number.
Not my sticker. But I’m in agreement. I used to think my employer could be counted among the good guys, but recently they have used Covid as an excuse to strip us of a quarter of our team — and then told us, oh look, you will have more students in the coming year than ever. If I seem disinterested in my ‘career’ these days, there are reasons for that.
This really was about as much of the world as I saw today. But, you know, not in black and white.
What happened between 28/4 and 1/5/2016 incidentally? Answer: that year’s Hebden Bridge Burlesque Festival. Should you be wondering.
Friday was one of those highly exciting days spent entirely working at home (or, I admit, in the pub after), and with little light outside. I have this thesis to examine in a couple of weeks so finished reading it today — it having been lugged aroud the Lakes on Wednesday too. What’s my opinion on it? Well, that’s not for this forum. But at least the task will get me to Belfast in a fortnight, and provide more diverse material for this blog.
Ah, the departmental awayday, where we all turn up and profess to be interested in whatever it is we are awaydaying about. But the room had a certain grandeur to it (probably uncaptured in this shot of clutter). Suitable entertainment for my weekly appearance in Manchester?
With the whole of 2018 so far having been afflicted with grim, grey weather, there has been little motivation to go out in it; in fact in the last three days I’ve only left the house once, for about two hours last night. There’s work to be done, I might as well get on with it. It doesn’t make for gripping photography, I realise that, but I’ll do my best.
I’ve worked with all four of these people (Susan, Gary, Mike — and, on screen, Marilena) for quite a while. Which is why we probably all look so excited at the prospect of a two-hour meeting with each other…. Only kidding.
Visited the BBC site today at Salford Quays for a meeting — which was less glamorous than it may sound. Quay House is graced by a whole six-floor-high wall of these little work pods, which are kind of cute.
I don’t often do shots of working life, usually because it’s neither very interesting, nor very appropriate to stick cameras in the face of people I’m working with. But today should be a work shot, to mark the end of a bloody busy week. And I get away with it today and I like it because though both these people, Liz and Doug, have played a relatively significant role in my life over the last whatever years they have never met before today. Doug’s second appearance on the blog (after this one), Liz’s first.
Being 42 