I remember a few months ago, I thought to myself, it’s nice to have everything in a rythym (spelling?!).  The money was coming in, and more was being saved than I’d managed to the previous 24 years of my life, I was embarking on some exciting new work prospects, and I was writing on this page over twice a week.

What the hell happened?

Falling into a rythym, out of rythym

As I said, for a period (probably a lot shorter than I actually remember), I felt like I was getting things done, and working towards some goals.  The last 2 months has shattered this, and I’ve now managed to fall into a new rythym or being completely out of the previous beat I was following.  I shouldn’t blame myself too much, there’s been a lot of time consuming, money draining things going:

• the Wedding (enough said),
• the quasi HoneyMoon,
• the 3 different visits of different groups of family and friends, spanning now over the past 6 weeks; and
• the 4 holidays (of various lengths coming up to Paris, Southern England and of course Russia)

With all the interruptions, I’ve managed to lose a fantastic work oppurtunity (don’t ask, big project, stake in company, yada, yada….), eat and drink (badly) constantly and quite frankly waste a metric f$#kload of money.  And with things not paid for, such as the holidays I mentioned above, I can’t see any easy way out of immediate debt.

Planning…

So here I am, preaching to Google crawl bot (possibly this posts only audience, given its less than exciting nature), and getting my thoughts down on paper (we’ll call it, the interscroll), to come to a quick as possible solution to the problem.

I’ve spent the last hour updating the C&S Income/Expenditure budget (yet another thing, I’ve lost track of), and whilst things ain’t as glum as I thought they might be, it seems something has to give:

• stop on the spot purchases (easy, I’ll stop scouring internet shops in downtime at work)
• cut back on drinking/going out (should be fine, now that the visitors have moved on)
• borrow more money (read debt) from the bank, not a good idea.  The way things are going at the moment, I’m probably one of their favourite small-time customers.
• cut back on one of the holidays (kind of hard as it was booked months in advance (not with our money, at the time).

I find myself in the money pickle again, something I’m no stranger to.  I’m comfortable enough that I know I can be clear and mostly debt free again by say… September, but its the now that I can’t handle.

Completely off topic, but the book I’m reading at the moment, Tripwire (my 6th novel since April!), starts with a CEO of a faltering U.S electronics business going to a loan shark for a large loan.  In borrowing 1.1 million dollars, he falls into the trap of paying back a high interest rate, and giving a rather large proportion of his fledgling companies shares to the shark who sells them all instantly for nothing causing the banks to freak and dump his enourmous loans off on a large mortgage recovery operation (ftonted in the Cayman islands, by the loan shark himself).  This has nothing to do with my situation at all, but geez, show’s what debt and stupidity can do in times of desperation.

Recoupling on the rail to success….

I’ve got a 7 point plan to rectify this little situation of mine, firstly:

• enjoy the holiday to Russia, no point in stressing about that
• get all debts on the way to be being repaid by September 2008, this includes costs for the wedding, the previous personal loan, and credit card debt
• write at least two posts a week to HD911, content is the key
• continue reading novels, but branch out into some different authors, 4 books by one author (Lee Child) and 2 by another (Harlen Coben) is proving a little too much
• continue good things at the office
• get off my ass and get this work started and flowing again; and
• and keep exercising as much as possible, the 15 mile week (counted 4 trips from the office to Waterloo station (3.5miles) and smaller trips between work and Trafalgar Square) was a step in the right direction.

Let’s do this thing…. Yea!

Damn, it’s been the better part of 3 weeks since I made that nutty 2am post about feelings and love and stuff, which sets a new standard in the life of HD911.  Yes, its the longest time between posts yet, and I’ll have to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

We’ll pick up where I left off last time.  The day of the wedding turned out to be a complete success, which could be caused by the fact it was planned rather quickly.  It’s weird, that I’d guess the more thought and planning that was actually put into the event, the more things that can possibly go wrong.  A win-win situation for us really.  And the room the ceremony was held in, The Rosetti Room (Kensington & Chelsea Registry Office), was really pretty, though probably not as nice as it seems, on the website. Damn those photographers and your snazzy cameras.

Most of the weddings I’d been to previously were the church ceremony type affair, with the waiting, and the preparation, and the priest, and the music, and the crying, and the flower girls.  This was nothing like that at all, simply a nice, quiet room with a few friends and family and a registrant in the corner.  No sooner had I walked in to the room and heard 3 seconds of Have I told you lately by Van Morrison, that I had a ring on my finger and was walking back out the front door again, marching down the stairs with my new viiife (the lovely Catherine).

The Apprentice

The day continued to get better and better as we arrived at the London Apprentice in Isleworth about 11:00am and the sun was out, bright and blaring.  There’s no other way of describing it, apart from, “bloody awesome”. The turn out was really good as well with a few family and friends from each of our places of business.

This was about 2:00pm in the afternoon, I was already a little weary.  Who’s that fella on the right?

But I won’t comment any further, as I really can’t remember much after about early afternoon.

It’s the night before my wedding, no, scrap that. Let me re-phrase, it’s nine hours and twenty minutes before my wedding.  I’ve only just had a chance to sit down and actually think about the whole thing, I’m not nervous, or scared, or overwhelmed.  I’m just… happy!  I can’t really explain it, thoughts are running through my head at 1,000 miles an hour, many at the same time, but I do have an outstanding feeling of contentment.  The rest of the clan are over at the moment, and its great to be able to see them after a year, though it feels like yesterday that I saw them last anyway.

Note: Not anything like the suit I’ll be wearing tomorrow

In my pensive state, I figured out something though, I’m sure its blatantly obvious to everyone else, but I feel like a genius anyway, and I’m not talking the same kind of genius I was when I invented the Bloody Genius.

Do you know the real reason why you’re not supposed to see the bride the night before the wedding?

The answer to this became very obvious when I walked into the bedroom at 11:00pm, and Cath wasn’t there.  I wasn’t expecting her to be, as she’s spending the night over at a friends to keep with tradition.  But it’s blatantly obvious to me that something’s missing, and not just that, but I’m lonely as well, why else would I be writing this post?

I think if you can make the decision not to see your partner for the point of not seeing them, and then instantly wish it didn’t have to be that way and feel as lonely as I do right now, then that’s a compelling reason to make sure it never happens again.  And if the opposite was to occur, and on your last night of ‘freedom’‘ as they say you feel nothing whilst apart, then maybe that’s a good reason not to get married.

See, genius!

But, (and I don’t want to sound corny here), I didn’t need to have this experience to know that want to spend the rest of my life with just one certain person, I knew that already.  I knew that soon after we met almost 8 years ago, though I can’t remember the point it occured to me.

Now I’ve just got to remember all the things I’ve got to do for the big day tomorrow, which thankfully isn’t much.  I’ve got the rings safely in plain view so they’re not forgotten, and the certificate, and my suit & shirt are pressed.  Hell, even my shoes are buffed and polished, that’s some forward thinking right there.

Rings

Despite the integral people who’ll be missing tomorrow (you know who you are), I’m looking forward to it, despite its low-keyness.  There won’t be a big ceremony, nor confetti (at least I don’t think), a bouquet, a priest, a first dance or an enourmous feast.  But there most certainly will be the couple, speeches, toasts, good friends, some immediate family, food and drink, all at a nice little pub with a fair bit of history in what must be the best city in the world.  And for that, I’m looking forward to it.

And then Sunday, we’re off to Majorca in Spain, which sounds fantastic, like a little holiday island, and another place I’d never heard of before about a week ago.  Cath and I, my parents and my brother in a villa on a sunny island in Spain for four days!  Once again, a little unorthodox with regards to the normal wedding/honeymoon situation, but I haven’t seen them all in such a long while, it’ll be great.

I’m in London Still*….. I’m getting married, and, I’m loving it!

* Weirdly enough the Waif’s song London Still just came on while I wrote the last line, and it really just seemed to slot into place.

You can ask anyone, I’m not usually one to pick up a book, and it’s even more unlikely that I’d be caught reading one.  In fact over the last year, apart from daily reads of websites (which often contain relatively large stories/articles), and various tech (read: geek) books, the only books I’ve read are:

• Tucker Max - I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell…
• Maddox - The Alphabet of Manliness

In the last ten days I’ve doubled this, and now I’m onto my third book.  This is amazing because, as we’ve already estabilished, I don’t read, so it takes something unusual to break the literary drought.  And I’ve definitely that something I think.  Lee Child’s alter ego Jack Reacher is just about the most interesting character I’ve ever read about, which tells me a) Child write’s f*&king good books, or b) I’m uncultured and haven’t read anywhere near enough books.  I’ll go with option a, because I know how cultured and cool I am.

So far, I’ve read too of Child’s books, One Shot, and Bad Luck and Trouble, which kept me glued from start to finish.  The former is about a seemingly random mass murder in Indiana by a trained sniper where the crime is completely faked and made to look like it was a retired army Marine who did the shooting, and the victim’s weren’t all completely random (shock horror).  The latter involves half of Reacher’s old Army group getting killed for uncovering a plot to ship new U.S missile technology to terrorists and Reacher meets up with the remaining four members of the group to bring justice to those taken down.  As usual, weapons, money and a whole lot of violence is involved.

One thing I really liked about the first book (that I didn’t notice as much in the second) is that the whole book plays out almost exactly like a Law and Order episode.  I’m a Law and Order nut, if its on I’ll watch it, and even episodes I’ve seen before rate pretty high on the re-watchability scale (as long as they’re not watched in close succession).  Apart from the abomination that was Trial By Jury, or Justice By Jury (something like that), I’ve liked pretty much every episode that I’ve watched in the past 18 series the original show has been running.  And I appreciated that about One Shot.  It plays out like any cop/military drama, and it keeps interest the whole time.

I’d had Lee Child recommended to me recently, and by coincidence, the newspaper The Evening Standard happened to have a free copy if you bought a copy of the paper.  So I guess advertising works, as I’ll now probably continue and buy the rest of his books, starting from the first of the series of course.

Anybody want to recommend me some good reading?

Well, as of a few days ago, Curious Perversions in the UK - CPITUK (or at least where it was formally based, http://kwiksand.wordpress.com) is now a year old, and after 12,000 unique (10,500 since September and HD911’s birth) , I’m roaring and ready to increase that by a factor of 10x in the coming 12 months.  Though, as before this depends on a whole bunch of things, the main one being that I actually write something interesting and worth reading.  But I’m committed to acheiving this, so stay tuned for more Shan-anigans as we go along.

The 10,000th Brick

Interestingly enough though:

• This site is almost a year old now;
• We arrived in the UK a year ago (shock horror); and
• I’m getting married on the anniversary being here a year

The Past Twelve Months

But it’s also probably a good idea to look back and reflect on what CPITUK has become, whether or not that progression matches my original intentions when I started it or not.  I guess the driving force behind writing in the first place was to give friends back home some insight as to what is going on in the saga that is Shannon.  As well as this, I wanted a humorous (I’m giving myself too much credit) critique regarding every day life in London and the UK.

I think for the most part, I’ve kept to this general rule, and the mortar between the bricks has been filled talking cod shit (possibly too much filler for this many bricks in the wall, me thinks).  We’ve definitely seen what London has to offer though, and that really makes me think its the second best city in the world (behind Tehran of course).  On the topic of Life and Living in the UK, I’ve covered:

• Work/Contracting
• Tax
• Money and pain/sweetness that is the Aussie Dollar to Pound
• Visa and Immigration
• Alcohol
• The public transport system (more importantly tube closures.

.. to name a few.  But there’s so much untouched ground, so many worthy stories that haven’t found their way to the printing press, and some never will.  But you never know, I’ve been working on a piece of late about the stripper (darling she was), who just wouldn’t leave, despite aggression, threats and a body slam from a rather small human.  Got to hand it to her, she must have had whatever the energiser bunny is on.

The Next Twelve Months

Stay Tuned for:

• more (hopefully) interesting stuff
• much more cod shit
• photo diary style entries of holiday’s abroad, or perhaps weekends at home
• new sections for the site
• the emergence of ShanCo, whenevet it happens

Now lets just see whether I can get that bricks to mortar ratio right.

“If you build it, they will come” - And look where Kevin Costner is now, that’s somethign to aspire to.

A weird question to start with, to be sure, and although I talk to myself an awful lot (possibly more than is healthy) I wouldn’t ever need to ask myself that question.  So now, I’m not suddenly suffereing from Gender disassociativeness nor have I become separted from my racial/special (is that a word?) roots like the mental/medical condition where people ‘disown’ parts of their body and occasionally even amptutate the alien part (I wish I could remember the name of it).  No, I’ll leave the body mutilation for another week, I really asked this question after a recent conversation with a work mate.

It was one morning this week and said colleague had been asked by the big wigs over at Ché Le Corporate to get a list of all employees and their accompanying Job Titles from the Nike Wallet Processing Plant (that is, my office).  The conversation went a little like this:

“Hey, what do you want your job title to be, I’ve been asked to get a list of everyone and their job titles.  I’ve put down System Administrator for you for the time being”

Hearing this stopped me dead in my tracks, “System Administrator I thought, What have I got myself into?”.  By no fault of my colleague at all, he’d pointed out something that was now blatently clear to me.  My recent change in jobs has changed me from a budding developer (working on a relatively deadend project, but still a developer nonetheless), to kind of a Network/Tech/Administrator guy.

Now, the Network and Tech part of that, I don’t mind, the server hardware & network and linux setup part of the computer world is something I’ve always been interested in.  But the Systems and Administrator part is what scares me, for no one worth their grain of salt (I hope thats me) aspires to be a System Administrator, it really is a glorified helpdesk position, and now I have to watch my step carefully, so as not to fall into the role that is the scorn of the whole IT profession.  I continue down this parth, and soon enough, I’ll be the general office go to guy:

• the guy who handles helpdesk and support requests
• the guy who manages such petty things as network and email accounts
• the guy who answers the phone… often; and worst of all
• the guy who is expected to order stationary, water and toilet paper

Thankfully, none of these things can or will ever apply to me, I’d sooner quit my job, move back to Australia and hammer my tongue/foot/penis flat enough to fit into a standard paper shredder if only for the joy of it.

So now everyone, I am on a journey of rediscovery, to make sure I still continue on the path to greatness, despite my sudden change in job descriptions.  Thus, once again, I’ll ask:

Who/What Am I?

This has me really thinking about exactly what I want from career, as even though I’m still relatively new in this game, I can already see that what I wanted 5 years ago (a job…) is far different than the goal I have now.  But thats the way life should be, if I’d had it the way I wanted it when I was 5 I’d be a cop, an astronaut or a gynaecoligist (ech…) right now, and all three I am not.

But really, whats in a title? It’s what you make of it, and if I don’t want to be the Bastard Operator From Hell, I won’t be, despite how much fun it could be.  So I’ll make what I can of this period, see how it goes.

I’d originally started writing this post at Green Park station last night (Thursday 3rd April), but the rest was written today

It’s 9:15pm and I’m currently standing at the entrance to Green Park Station, which as I stand is about a 100m walk from the front door of my office.  Tonight, like any normal night, I left at 6:00pm, as such I’m no closer to home than I was the better part of four hours ago.  But there’s no usual story of drunken antics or other similar fun, I’ve been stuck on a packed Jubilee Line Tube train with no air, fans and only emergency lighting the whole time.

I have to say, a fully clothed Roman Bath packed with pissy London commuters is not my idea of a fun way to spend a few hours, but there wasn’t much I could do but laugh.  And like human evolution, accelerated at a thousand times the normal speed my nose has evolved in the way I can now say, without doubt, that I can identify the sweaty smell of almost any human being, young or old, male or female, white collar or blue collar, black or white and of course the most pungent of aroma…. me.

People got really funny, really quickly in that situation and started to panic, like repeatedly pulling the Emergency alarm was going to do anyone any good, as the driver had to explain several times:

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I realise everyone is upset, and quite frankly I am too, but there’s not a lot of things I can do at present so I’ll just ask you to stay calm.  Please note, pulling the emergency handle on the train repeatedly will not help the situation, and no, there are no toilets on this train, and no, I’m not allowed to let you off the train to walk down the tracks”.

I think the worst thing was, because of the power cut, the driver couldn’t communicate with anyone at the stations or other tube staff.  It wasn’t all bad though, finally, just before 9:00pm the London Underground cavalry and Police arrived and we walked off back down the tunnel to Green park.  That was the coolest part about it all.

The best photo I could get of the tunnel, wish I’d got more

Things I learnt:

• It’s never not an option to go to the toilet before leaving the office
• If the power goes out completely, there is no communication at all with the upper world (apparently due to using an inferior/cheap communication system)
• Old style wireless/CB (I’m assuming) still works with other drivers along the tunnel
• London tube tunnels are nothing like the New York tunnels you see in Law and Order or dodgy 80’s cop movies.  At least on the Jubillee line, noone could live down there, and so my thoughts of a subterranean London civilisation have been all but dashed.
• Once again, its never not an option to go to the toilet before leaving the office

Update: BBC News Article - Hundreds trapped on Underground

Changing Situations

Today (April 1st) marks the day that I start at my company as a permanent employee, and also that day that I cease to be a full-time contractor, at least for the time being, anyway.  It’s brought about an aura of uncertainty, not because I’m unsure of what I’m doing, but because of that fact that taking a paycut is often hard to justify.

I’ve had the choice though, to stay on contracting and miss out on possible bonus’s, promotions, as well as all the normal benifits like holidays, sick pay (hooray, I can take a day off again) and private health care.  I’m hanging on to the thoguth that whilst I was getting better money contracting (by no means, fantastic money, mind you), with the holiday and sick pay, I’m not that much worse off.  And I found about a fantastic little nasty called Employer’s Natiional Insurance Tax, which for some reason I was stupid enough to have been paying myself, missing out on the grand total of almost £1,000 cleared cash in hand per month.

This is what I’ll be expected to wear to the office, now that I’m permanent

Renewed Motivation

But the worry at the change in career path has renewed my motivation to pursue out of work projects and whilst I’ve had a couple of fairly unproductive months, I think I’m well back on track down the path of success. At least I hope so, anyway.  So far I’ve:

• 75% completed the first of the ShanCo projects, an experiment in collaboration, team work and fighting the good (SEO) fight to thrive for a win in this web world.  I can’t say too much because not only would that ruin the surprise, I’d be sure to dissapoint as well.
• started to draw up plans with an old mate from University;
• and done the same with some friends from work, thinking about a couple of huge ideas one of the guys came up with that could quite likely revolutionise the London Texas Hold’em scene as well as a couple of other ideas as well.  If I can help, that is!

Budgeting & Finance

Another thing I did, whilst fretting about the incoming financial situation was draw up a quick budget for the next few years.  I’m amazed time and time again, just how much money we waste, and how easy it would be to save a fair chunk if you put your mind to it and watch out on the frivilous bar rounds (£36 on five drinks on Saturday night!).  I’ve found in the past if I’ve had something that i’ve needed to save up for, drawing out a budget and clearly working out exactly much we needed to save, and exactly how much we can save if we stick to the money we intend to live on each week.

It’s probably a no brainer for most, and a sign of immaturity, but sticking to my money guide, which took me about 20 minutes to knock up in Excel should help in this matter, especially when I consider all the things we’re going to have to pay for in the next few months, such as the Big Event and the nicely priced Holiday to Russia in July.  Hell I’m going to enjoy my holiday pay though!

I got into work yesterday after my week long holiday and by 9:00am I was back over at the old office (the <insert exploited minority here> Wallet making Sweatshop, aka Casa Bolton) working on a couple of things for another of the company’s projects. Within two hours I’d been told to grab my PC and all the contents of my desk and move back to that office (Casa Bolton).  I knew it had been coming for a while, as I was never permanently placed there in the first place, but it was all very sudden anyway.

The weird thing is within the time span of that morning I’d gone from Shannon, C# extraordinare (not really) to a completey different role, that being to build/commission a group of Redhat/Oracle servers for the new production environment.  I’m not sure if its a step forward, or a step back, but its definitely something new and breaks up the monotony of the last few months work.  The good thing is, it’ll give me an extra insentive to get this ShanCo work up and running, as I feel much more inclined to put in the required hours to get said projects up and running, especially as I don’t want to get rusty.

This afternoon, office politics took over, and the wrath of an over zealous trigger happy manager got a little tacky and crackheaded on my ass.  but thats a story for another day.

I still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)

- Changes

Ever since learning the meaning the word Ubuntu on the National Geographic channel (or was it the new Tv show Life Is Wild, i admit it, i’ve been watching it), it’s been popping up all over the place. I’ve seen it on TV, in the newspaper, and even heard it the other day on the Tube. It almost seems like the perfect example of the Baader Meinhof phenomenom (this is where a person hears, see’s or really notices/understands something, then by sheer coincidence the person hears/sees/notices the word/object/saying over and over again). Of course, as the Damn Interesting article suggests, in all likelihood, the word Ubuntu is probably used/seen every day, which of course it is, given the huge popularity of the Ubuntu Operating System. But as the theory suggests, I think about the word differently now that I’ve put thought into it, it’s no longer a label, a thing but a story, all in one.

Yesterday, whilst perusing the highly dissapointing Covent Garden Lolly shop, Cybercandy, I discovered Ubuntu Cola, a fairtrade soft drink made with fair trade African sugar. Given I drink hardly any soft drink anymore, and my days of coke bingeing are all but over, I thought I’d give it a go. To say it was terrible would be an understatement, I’m just too much of a Coke snob I think. But I like what it stands for, and it has a cool name. Here’s hoping the bin enjoyed the other half of the can as much as I did!

Ubuntu Cola

 

Update 28/02: By some freak of Beider Meinhoff coincidence I saw an article on the morning paper about the word Ubuntu and this particular cola.