Whatever that means
Last night’s Citrix failures meant driving straight to work to get in as early as possible and make sure that what wasn’t done last night was done in time to still get everything checked and out the door for noon. Was fine.
The rest of the day was devoted to the fun that is annual appraisals. A system founded on euphemism and half-truth. And then to art school. Proper fun – drawing idiom. Harder than you’d think. I had to draw ‘until the cows come home’, which of course you try to do without being completely literal. You do wonder if everyone’s sitting thinking everyone else’s drawing look great and theirs are childish shit or if it’s just me.