The nanny state and mothering Sunday

I cycled into work this morning. About 8 miles, and about 40 minutes of cycling. Which isn't too shoddy, considering I haven't cycled for a while. And in the realms of TMI, it is clearing out my lungs. post-quit.

Luckily, I remembered to bring my toiletries to shower when I arrived at work. Otherwise, I would have had to be the recipient of toiletry-related alms.

We got a notice at work that we might like to bring in any unwanted gifts of shower gel or shampoo so that staff who'd forgotten their own washing products would have something to use.

So I guess as well as having a subsidised gym, some of our well-off middle-class staff would also like free soap. Maybe staff should bring in some spare soap, and leave it at work for showering. Or, stroll across the subsidised shop on campus and buy some fricking soap.

Hrmph.

And talking of things that make me go hrmph, Mothers' Day is looming. My mother, as usual, spent the past year being a drunken pain in the backside, but I'll still get her something. Mainly because if I don't, she'll phone up her family and complain, and they'll all go on about how ungrateful I am.

*sigh*

What I can do, in absence of an actual useful mother, is pretend I've got an actual useful mother, and buy her a big soppy card. It's the only way I can deal with these things at all rationally.

I never really use filters any more. Sorry to those people who just started getting blasted with my brain's inner workings. I just noticed that I can't be bothered. There's nothing there that I ashamed of enough to hide.

Anyhoo. In other news, I cleared the massive stack of paperwork in my kitchen. I just took my tax folder downstairs to the paper, and loaded all the bills into the folder. Much easier.

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Apparently (according to the Guradian on Saturday), 80% of the pollutants in the life of a piece of clothing come from its laundry, rather than its production. I found that quite interesting, especially as I'm a strong advocate of not laundering your clothes to excess.

If it doesn't smell, and it doesn't look dirty, why wash it? Except through some social notion of how often you should wash your clothes.

I also got my guide to the South-West coastpath through the post. Yay to Ebay. I can't wait to get out there and do some hiking :)

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I ran about a mile today. I should add this to my exercise log card. I should also pay some cash into my bank account.

One of the things I've learned about work in the past few days is to try and cram the things I have to do in the time I have available. I did my minutes in about half an hour today. Normally it takes much longer. Now they're probably a bit shitter than if I'd taken an hour or two to do them, but not significantly shitter.

Certainly not 100% shitter.

And it'll take me less than the remainder of the time to mindlessly implement peoples' comments. Which are political rather than factual anyway.

I can't be bothered wasting chunks of my life in some of the work that I have to do. Does it show too badly? I think I've reached a point where I've had enough, as I've started to slightly dread going into work every morning. It started after my last holiday. It's not bad enough to flake out, but it is enough to hate about 60% of my job.

Oh, and my ex is an arse. Seems like everyone else noticed that but me, up until the last month or so.

Guess my brain is changing again.