I am on the most Teamsiest of Teams meetings ever.
This whole pandemic has been a real exercise in discovering which colleagues thought that getting cheap broadband was a good idea.
Oh cool. The point of the meeting where people act shocked at a thing happening that everyone was warned would happen if people didn't do the things required to avoid it in time.
And people didn't.
"is someone... angle grinding?!"
"oh sorry! that's outside my house. I'll mute."
I'm reasonably certain that one of the new circles of hell is people who do Teams meetings using inbuilt mics and no headphones.
The one beneath that is full of people doing the same, but with kids in the room.
Oh cool. We've decided that the thing everyone was shocked at not happening because people didn't do the things required to avoid it in time, wasn't actually necessary.
Because that's easier than mentally accepting shit done got fucked up.
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Spend any time working in first-line IT support and you discover pretty quickly that about 30% of humanity is, and always has been, irredeemably unhinged.
Also, that this 30% isn't confined to any gender, class or socio-economic group. The unhingedness doesn't discriminate.
Doing first-line was the point I realised things like Star Trek could never be the future IRL. Because they presuppose a drift to rationality. Never happening
I'd say at any given time an additional 15% of humanity are completely open to being unhinged.
As long as it appears to deliver reasonable outcomes for themselves or family, or the thing people are being unhinged about seems popular.
Let's talk about Simon. Ship's cat for HMS Amethyst. Survivor of the 1949 Yangtse Incident and the only cat ever to be awarded the Dickin Medal, the animal equivalent of the Victoria Cross.
Simon was born on the streets of Hong Kong, most likely sometime in 1947. His early life was spent scavenging for food in the dockyards.
This was how he met 17 year old Ordinary Seaman George Hickinbottom of HMS Amethyst, when the ship stopped there to resupply in early 1948.
Hickinbottom was rather taken with the young malnourished tuxedo kitty, and decided that Amethyst's lack of a ship's cat needed addressing.
To avoid the possibility of disagreement with this plan, Simon was smuggled aboard under his tunic, past the watch.
Boris Johnson's press conferences/committee appearances make a lot more sense once you accept that he will literally say whatever he thinks will get him out of the room quick enough.
There's no grand plan to the shite he spouts in front of a camera or committee.
His staff's sole goal with their briefing notes is to try and channel him into making as few promises, and spouting as little bollocks as possible, before he makes his hasty exit.
It's why he visibly reverts to grumpy eton schoolboy mode the moment a follow up question is asked.
He gave you his hopefully distracting answer already. HOW VERY DARE YOU make him have to try and think of another one, delaying his exit even longer.