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House Mates ARE GO

Well ladies and gents, the stressful situation that is moving (or in my case, not moving) house has come to an end, it seems. Whilst it is not yet set in stone, and things could still go wrong, I do indeed now seem to have found two good people to live with. Along with a death in the family and divorce, moving house is apparently just about the most challanging time in life - so I am glad its coming to an end! Now I just need to find me a new job - one that I actually like! Any suggestions, postcard please. Especially if they allow me to become a fabulously successful and worldly travelled photographer. That would be ace, thanks.

Reflections on Returning

To be honest, when I left Sydney, I was fairly certain I had seen the last of eBay, or, at the very least, the last of the endless data design work that I had spent over a year doing. At least then, I was basically on holiday, and in any case always had a goal, my road trip up the east coast. Coming back to the UK exhausted and essentially broke, thanks to the help of one very persausive Hong Kong tailor, I found myself talked into returning, once again, to the Data Design Hell Hole.

Of course, it was never meant to be like this. I wasn't even meant to be doing this kind of work, and let me assure you, at no stage did I ever say I was an analyst. I design things, I look at crappy classification and make it better - thats it. I'm an information mercenary, and the only thing that keeps me going is the money. And yet, even that is starting to fall far short of what I want to keep doing this - the endless stream of emails demanding status updates, metrics, financials, analysis and all other manner of endlessly circular logic and no little or no action. The ever shifting goal posts of work loads, and the consistent failure to ever define or explain the project or my role.

These are the shackles of the Data Design Hell Hole, dear readers.