The pace of life in the modern engineering consultancy

Monday, June 21, 2004

Death Certificate 

This blog is being killed off due to a too negative perspective.

I am making a concerted effort to accentuate the positive. Begone maudlin thoughts! I expel you forthwith!

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Slowly Slowly 

Another unrewarding day at the office. I've got to write a proposal that is just killing me. I wrote the thing in January, sent it to the client to be told that the client wanted his team to sort it out not me. I then get something back 4 months later pasting my ideas into his document and asking me to fill in a fatuous form which will detail the proposal.

Maybe I should go home sick...

Monday, May 17, 2004

Loud Noises 

I have a guy operating a jack hammer and an angle grinder in the street outside my window. This is not making Monday morning any easier.

Thursday, May 13, 2004

The Tide is Rising - Not! 

Just got the information for a project I have been waiting 4 months for. We had to wait for the model to be revised and the runs re-done because there was new data which could significant affect the flood levels at the site. There were concerns that the new flood levels would totally inundate both the sites we were looking at.

After four months of broken promises by these consultants, arseing around and having to talk to the most boring and fatuous project manager ever we get the results. There is a 10mm at most change in level. What a crock. These guys have no clue what they've doing.

Roll on September...

Thursday, April 29, 2004

Rainy Thursday 

Not sure how many more titles I can come up with associated with days of the week - but I'll keep trying. I think I had an epiphany today. I'm really not in the right job. Not in the right career. It's actually quite reassuring to find that out as I have been trying to fit in here for quite some time.

I need to figure out what I want to do. I would like to do something that I feel passionate about and I don't want to work with idiots. This could be difficult. I'm off to join the library and get some 'What colour is your parachute' type books. Maybe if I'd done some kind of assessment in the first place I wouldn't have got into this mess. Hmmmmmmmmm...

Tuesday, April 27, 2004

What is the Point? 

I'm sorry, but what is the point of giving someone a written brief with allocated hours and a detailed description of how they should do things, going through it with them for half an hour, giving them a deadline and then having to go and chase them for the work after five days to find that they didn't understand things. It's a lottery. I've got a graduate with a degree from imperial for whom independent thinking is something that happens to other people.

Monday, April 26, 2004

The Marathon 

It's been an odd couple of weeks. I completed the London Marathon weekend before last. It was a fantastic event. The most supporters I've ever seen for a marathon. Unfortunately the injury I ended up with after my first 3 hour training run stymied my sub-4 hour hopes. But it taught me a really valuable lesson.

Theoretically, I'd done the training. I'd been on the road since January. Slogging it out through the snow - I kid you not (I have evidence). I was quietly confident. I'd cut my half-marathon time down from just under 2 hours to a comfortable 1:45. I was easily running 16 miles on a sunday. But then I tried to jump from 2 hours to 3 hours of running. I blew a sandshoe - or an illiotibial band to be precise. But I'd still run 20 miles that day. I figure that the 3 weeks of recovery and intensive physiotherapy would do me good. I'd rest and then be rarin' to run on the race day.

I was ready to run at the start of the race. Definitely. I lead off pretty strong and finished the first 5 kms in aroun 30 mins. Then my knee started to hurt and I thought it was prudent to walk. Then the wheels came off the race for me. Once I'd walked I couldn't keep running. I'd forgotten that I could do so much more than just 'run 9 minutes, walk for a minute'. This got me through the race, but it wasn't satisfying.

I got round in 4:50:32 - I will tattoo that time somewhere on my body. But I came out of the race thinking - I should have done better. No matter than my legs completely cramped up from mile 14 onwards. I was beaten by the Wombles. The Wombles. What does it say about my ability when fantasy creatures from the London suburbs beat me. They probably picked up rubbish on the way round.

I know that sports performance is psychological. This event has crystallised this for me. I need to believe that I can run 26.2 miles. This is the aim for the next race. I have to beat that time. Everyone around me is congratulating me on the terrific effort. But I have to beat that time.

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