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A Bad Bastard
“I’ll drop in some feed for those calves tomorrow evening.”“You better drop in enough, I’m not feeding your calves and I won’t have them starving on my land.”The phone rings in the first man’s hand, he is gruff and covered in muck. The phone has rang many times since he arrived to the second man’s farm a hour ago. “Hullo, ah yeah at the Red Cow, should be with you in ten minutes, ya, ya the Red Cow roundabout”He puts the phone back in his pocket and mutters to the other man “a bloody nuisance these Poles are now, I shouldn’t have bothered with them at all”“What shite are you talking now?”“Ah a...
Documentation Principles
DOCUMENTATION PRINCIPLESAll other days bar Tuesday. Those are the days in the office that Lars can attribute something good to. On Mondays, there’s the memory of the weekend just gone. Lars usually spends his Mondays, between his morning and lunch time breaks, reflecting on the time that he spent outdoors with his fiancée, Ola, over that same weekend; or the Formula One race he allowed play out in the background while he read or scrolled on his tablet while lying horizontally on the couch. On Wednesdays, Lars embraces the ‘hump-day’ aspect of the week and prides himse...
Good Things Come to Those Who Wait
He had endured a lengthy career. In recent years he had also become aware that his end date in the workplace loomed ever nearer. The signs were everywhere. Interaction with his coworkers had become non-existent. There was a time when all he seemed to do was attend meetings. He had shaken his head and complained to his wife often, explaining that he worked long hours because he could not complete his work because of all the meetings he had to attend. Everyone wanted to hear his opinion. Now he was invisible. He received invitations to only the most general meetings, the kind that was directed a...
How Was The Drive?
Six am sounds early to start a journey. I expected darkness, quiet, that feeling when you get up for primary school in November and the street lights are on. I forgot, however, that it was May. The sun was up and ready whilst I scrambled around with toast and unwashed hair. The quiet was certainly there, though. The fuel station was empty and the roads clear.Traffic slowly built along the way. Not traffic in the sense of delays, just more and more cars. Drivers are much calmer in the morning, by the way. It could be to do with the extra space on the road; plenty of room to let the wankers whiz...