No, not that sort of "all together", though I'm sure that that song, which, if I'm not mistaken, was written by Mr Guys and Dolls (musical at least) Frank Loesser, is well worth remembering on this day, of all days.
This has been a day to end all days. What a day this has been, what a rare mood I'm in. Now, I'm quoting Brigadoon, the lyrics of Alan J Lerner. What I'm trying to say is that I've had one hell of a day and it's been the best of times and it's also been the worst of times. This latter quote, from the great non-bard, Charles Dickens (and not Darles Chickens) is more close to the mark, or indeed the marquee, as I went to see a Dickens-based show this evening.
But first things first. How did I spend my day? Well:
- Job interview
- Conference call
- Job interview again
- Wrting a job specification
- Another job interview
- Deciding on who to hire and for how long
- Writing up a job-test answer-sheet, having long-since written the job test questions and forgotten to provide definitive answers
- Writing some code
- Fixing my laptop
- Being so busy I could have missed lunch
- Forcing myself to enjoy a nice vegetable madras for lunch
- Leaving work later than planned, but not quite late enough to deserve a medal
That's how to spend a day...
...having said that I didn't mention the late night supermarket trip I managed to cram in after the round-trip to Guildford for the play. I can't be idle. It's not what I do.
I also didn't mention laughing heartily at Radio 4's museum of curiosities, nor laughing even more heartily at Alan Carr, who suggested that he could snog Sir Paul MacCartney at the Brits and "become the new Yoko". Brilliant!
In other news, I keep forgetting to mention what a prat I was. It was day on of the grouting and we discovered a "lost" CD behind the oven. No problem. It's on mp3 anyway, but it's nice to have it back - it must have rolled behind the oven when I dropped a bag of stuff I was moving between car and my room via the kitchen. As a joke, I popped the CD into the toaster, which was unplugged and being moved out of the way of the grout.
Well, I found the CD again when I was next making toast. It's somewhat smaller now than the average disc. Oopsie!