I think the fanbelt is going. It squeaks like a canary with its tail feathers caught in a cat's teeth.
I also am starting to realise that working from home seems to correlate very strongly with quantity of blogging. Whether it's because I feel more like I can blog, or whether it's a time thing, or a need for communication thing, I'm not really sure, yet suddenly I have the urge to share every last little thought with you. Hmm. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Article on teaching teenagers to be happy, from the Guardian.
I wish adults would spend more time learning how to be happy, and that more bosses would decide that happy employees were important. Instead, we have this mad mindset that says happiness in the work place is obviously a sign of skiving, and should be stomped on at every opportunity. Commingle that with the desire to exert your alpha-(fe)male status by acting like a twat and ensuring that everyone around you gets a piece of the shit you're spreading and you have the modern working environment.
Bollocks to that. I'm staying self-employed.
