So its sad to see the same scenes repeated in the richest country on Earth, where the candidates spend $1.2bn on their campaign, but they can't arrange enough polling stations, staff or machines to administer a vote. Were the 4 hour queues quoted on British TV common across the US, and is it just that a Disney society accepts queuing, or is it a Republican ploy to keep the numbers down?
After all that, watching on and off all night, they re-elect that dangerous idiot again ....
Railing against Bush is of little point here, as it would be pushing against an open door, as I'm sure all my friends on both sides of the Pond want that man out of office.
Grenoble has a spectacular setting, nestled between huge limestome mountains, and I had a great Saturday climbing one
the French had thoughfully fortified for me. Range upon range of bastions and staircases climbing the hillside, and surprisingly hard to distinguish between works from 1591, Vauban in 1700 and Haxo in 1830, especially as the casemates and gun plaforms seemed too small for the contemporary guns. Great views, and people clambering over the rock faces.
More casemates on a murky Sunday, then museums of Alpine life (having to live with your cows for warmth sounds lovely), art and the Resistance.
Rather pointless Monday, because of the stealth bank holiday, and the peculiar French idea that museums should be less rather than more open.
I'm pondering ways to manage my stress levels next week, given so much hasn't been done, and how to stop saying what I feel.
Trying to pace myself at the conference. So far, half the furniture we ordered failed to turn up, the IBM box won't boot, the Sun box won't run OpenGL applications and we've not got enough american power blocks to even power up the HP box. So typical chaos.
IBM win the prize for most ambitious shipping, having put 8 Blue Gene cabinets in front of their stand, Stonking ammounts of hardware everywhere, but I expect I'll be tied doing the 'dog and pony show' with the software while my bosses schmooze. I've escaped a lunch and reception so far to keep some peronal quiet time and rest my aching feet.
The IBM box had hardware failures and its replacement got lost in transit from Austin to Pittsburgh, so we've given up.
The HP work works, but no-one has expressed an interest in looking at it.
The Sun box works, but its in the Sun area, and with just our old company name, no-one will stop, so I've abandoned that area.
We've not got enough power sockets, so are juggling 3 laptops off one power feed.
My boss insists I demo standing up on a podium too small for a mouse, so I faff around with touchpads to everyone's confusion.
I got very depressed last night and confided in some of my colleages (but the bosses) about considering resignation. We'll see if they respect the confidentiality I asked for.
I'm calmer today, but still hate being in an event the size of a Worldcon but knowing no-one outside the company.
Name: BRAY, JOHN
Nationality: United Kingdom
Regiment: 1st (Royal) Dragoons
Date of Death: 24/01/1916
Service No: 5368
Casualty Type: Commonwealth War Dead
Grave/Memorial Reference: Panel 1
Cemetery: LOOS MEMORIAL
Not a relation AFAIK
Being in the presence of so many extroverts is so tiring. My attention wanders whenever the salesmen launch into war stories, and whenever I do try and speak up and broach my concerns with the compnay, however tactfully worded, I seem to face rejection.
I applied for 2 jobs today.