They've only taken the doors off the offices at work. All of them. Why? They're going to boil them or something. This only a week or so after we received a cod-legalese security document that we were warned to read and then sign. I'm one of the few who did the former, and am subsequently one of the few who has yet to the latter. It basically gives the Ps-that-B the right to sack you at a moment's notice for some actual, but trivial breech of protocol.
One of the po-faced and hysterically overwrought clauses insisted that all sensitive documentation be kept under lock and key. How one is to achieve this in a doorless office is not made explicit. Perhaps that will be included in the third iteration; we received the second yesterday. That one I haven't read. It also urged that all paperwork be shredded, which is fine if one has a shredder. Otherwise it's a ball ache, frankly.
Anyways, all that's by-the-by for the moment as it's Easter weekend. Four days off and nothing to do but enjoy oneself. We're off to Ireland to visit my parents. It's the first time we've been to their new home, which will be a nice change. The village they used to live in was extremely remote. It was like being adrift on a giant raft, albeit with three well-appointed pubs. That's why rural Irish pubs are so appealing; there's literally nothing else to do once the sun goes down. You can't walk anywhere because there are no pavements and no street lights. And Irish motorists are very unforgiving under dark. Like vampires.
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