Naw, but having to fight with the wee man for ones boxer briefs on laundry day is not as gratifying as one might think.

At least it’s not underwear…

When last I changed jobs (going from full time in house software developer to a consultant working for a firm), and every time I’ve changed assignments since (same firm, most times same client but different teams), I’ve been absolutely knackered. It can even happen once you’re back from a particularly long vacation.

Sometimes for a week, sometimes for up to a month.

It does pass though. You’ll find you have more energy as you get settled. Remember, new people to relate to, new things to do (even if it is similar tasks as previously) does take up a lot of mental energy even if you don’t feel like it does.

Cut yourself some slack, give your mind and body time to adjust for a few weeks. Remember to eat and drink right, and afford yourself some extra down time. In my experience you’ll be acclimatised soon enough.

Congrats on your new job!

I was sure that boats sank the vast majority of the time they were used. Also, I have yet to be on fire.

Waiting does indeed an effort, however, has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?

Best laugh I’ve had all year. Cheers!

This is the solution I went for. Still, I reckon I’d be just as fine in a windowless bathroom. Not a place I hang around more than I have to.

I’ll have you know the throne is situated in such a way I’m staring myself down in the mirror.

I take it your bathroom window isn’t facing a public road?

I feel strongly about not having to lock eyes with the kids going to school, or anyone for that matter, when I’m in the nip.

The picture of a dystopian future where feudal oligarchs are shooting down each others low orbit internet satellites in the furious competition for best coverage popped into my head.

Who are we casting as the satellite retrieval specialist with a penchant for bonsai trees living in an off grid log cabin?

Tip-to-tip, not nose-to-nose, they’re not Eskimos.

You put on your papal vestments and wizards hat?

Unfortunately there were no other parties present to provide a second opinion, only their cat. Which, to be fair, is probably less tech illiterate than the human.

The problem was more of a disagreement between the end user and the printer in what constitutes an on button.

Friend of the family but still…

Had to travel by boat to an island with no road connection to turn on a printer, after having been promised that it was, in fact, on.

Once turned on it was working. Well as much as a printer can work.

Heck, I even followed the neighbours cat when he came and approached me clearly upset about something, on my way to the shop.

To be fair there was a slight drizzle, and he needed someone to ring their doorbell so he could go inside.

My dads first bonding experience with one of our cats was when he got a new printer. They got it set up and running as a team effort. That cat loved watching paper come out of the printer, and when they were done my dad set the printer to pump out 50 blank pages.

And a born plumber at that!

I run the same FIFO queue for my black shirts and blue jeans. I do have a small L1 cache next to my bed for quick access to yesterday’s items. It invalidates after 24-48 hours though.

You sound like my co-workers. It’s so easy to choose what to wear.