2007 — Day 64 - the rain, it droppeth on the Just

When Christa returns, it should be carrying a helium-filled birthday balloon for the Aged P. Let's hope it stays inflated until tomorrow, at least.

An end to IBM (mis)management

The inept clown confessed he'd forgotten to remove me from the payroll (hence the odd payslip a couple of days ago). It will likely take me months to retrieve the tax even though another part of IBM honorably coughed up the over-payment of my AVC within three weeks or so of noticing it. (Computers work in the blink of an eye, don't you know?)

Then he told me he'd given me my final performance rating in absentia on 1st January, logged on to the "system" as me to accept it (is that ethical?), and had thereby exposed me to the faint possibility of a minimal bonus in March by giving me the poorest rating I've had for 15 years, despite giving me a payrise earlier in the year.

"Not with a bang, but a whimper".

Moving right along

I bumped into Christa's pal Gillian; she "mans" the till in the Oxfam bookshop and recognised me as I was in there buying:

6 January 2007