July 2008


Cassowaries

A cassowary, in disguise
Might well appear to be
A toucan or a banjo
Or perhaps a giant bee
Appropriately garbed and masked
A cassowary spy
Might blend into the background
And deceive the casual eye
A cassowary ninja
With deadly shuriken
Would be a feared assassin
(as well as slightly Zen)
Deep within the jungle
The sniper cassowary
Is indistinguishable from
The nearby scenerary
With blue and purple wattles,
The cassowary's face
Is somewhat hard to hide away
And cannot be erased
For this we all are thankful
For as I'm sure you know
A cassowary in disguise
Would make a dreadful foe






Party

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure,"
Said the bishop to the clown,
"Allow me to present myself,
"My name is Bishop Brown"
The clown replied, "I'm Chuckles,
"And I'm very glad to meet you,
"I thought I'd be the only one,
"Who dressed up for this do."
"Oh no, this isn't fancy dress,
"Let me explain its purpose,
"The outer garment, which you see,
"Is called by us a surplice."
"Below the surplice is a cassock,
"Round my neck, a stole,
"On my head a mitre,
"And an alb completes the whole."
"Below all of these vestments,
"I'm wearing ladies pants,
"So now you know my outfit,
"Please, would you care to dance?"
The clown looked slightly baffled,
He'd not been long in town,
He had not heard the stories,
About old Bishop Brown.
"Ah, what the hell," he figured,
"Who else will dance with me?"
And so they waltzed the night away,
As happy as could be.






Guard Your Ring Carefully, Frodo...

For my birthday Daddy gave me a decoder ring,
He said, "Son, now listen up, here's the important thing,
"When you hear a podcast saying God's a crock of shit,
"This special ring will help you to make sense of it."

"When Ex says that the Christians didn't found our nation,
"He means that we should all begin to worship Satan,
"And if you play John Evo's singing in reverse,
"You'll hear an evil voice pronounce a dreadful curse."

"That Phillychief pretends to be all smart and wise,
"But he's really a mouthpiece for the Prince of Lies,
"And SI and OG both sound quite profoundly clever,
"But they would like to see you burn in Hell forever."

"So use this ring with caution and do not be swayed,
"By all the propaganda that the Herd have made,
"Another Goddamned Podcast has another hidden level,
"And secretly the lot of them are worshipping the Devil."

I looked at the decoder ring as Daddy left the room,
And thought how glad I was that he had got to me so soon,
Now when I hear the podcast I know I won't even blink,
Because my Dad protected me from my own Right To Think .






References

Somehow I find myself lumbered with the impressively tedious task of providing references for students. It is a job that seems to have been tagged on to the role, more of a Well they've always done it, than it actually having any relevance to anything else I do. So I look up students, demand signatures, write brief unrevealing letters and palm as many off onto absent academics as I am allowed.

I don't do character assassinations, only dates and awards - I am only admin after all and can't be expected to know them all personally1. Usually this is all that's required, they are usually temp agencies. Occasionally there are some corkers. I receive a call from an agency, who are disappointed to learn that I have told them that a student has withdrawn after 2 years without getting anything. He essentially failed first year and didn't turn up for second year. But we have a certificate here, saying he got a 2:1 they assure me. Naturally I am interested to learn how someone manages to get a 2:1 when they failed after year 2, so I ask for a copy.

The 'certificate' is on headed paper, sure. It has our fancy certificate logo on it, certainly. There is a bit of formal wording saying that the Academic and Administrative Staff are please to commend the award of... (as if the admin staff care), which bears no resemblance whatsoever with any genuine certificates. The crowning glory of the forgery is the signature of our current Vice Chancellor (circa 2008), poorly copied and dated 2005. Someone is now in a lot of trouble.

British Airways are at great pains to point out that they will hold me legally responsible if it turns out I get a date slightly wrong:

respectful advice

A student applies for a job with a hippy-hating security company:

"animal rights"
 Wet Floor

Lastly, to entertain oneself during those long hours at work, why not hide in the loos until you hear some important people having a conversation outside,2 then flush, step out and with great deliberation place the CAUTION: Wet Floor sign outside. Take photos of their faces.

  • 1. This is partly why I hate this bit of the job so much.
  • 2. All the most productive meetings happen in corridors.




Grindstone

Monkey and the paperclips

I take a well-earned holiday during which I manage to finish off our dining room and paint the extension. It DOES count as a holiday, because I am not running around panicking and being at work until 9pm trying to get the little bastards’ results out on time.

That’s all over now.

I return to the usual piles of paper work and hundreds of emails inviting me to this retirement party and that pile of cakes in the kitchen. One of the good temps has moved out of my office and one of the bad temps has moved in. At least there will be plenty of entertainment as I slowly pick apart his misplaced confidence and try to teach him how human beings are supposed to behave.1

Towards the end, there are hysterics and tears and tempers soar. After we surface and realise that nobody actually died my boss says that she is very pleased with my efforts and that I have really borne out her confidence that I could do the job. Aww. So pleased in fact, that they are considering swapping me into doing enrollment in September because I’m so laid back about everything – there is no pay rise for this you understand, just a satisfied feeling that I (probably) won’t have to worry about resit exam boards.

The big boss tells me I should take up bell ringing, which is incidentally where she buggers off to on Thursday night while the rest of us scream bloody murder in her absence.2

Today I am required to produce a detailed statistical report3 on all the students we have had this year. How many were under five, black, blue green, you know the score. Normally this takes me about two weeks. Normally I’m not asked to do it when there are 50 employers screaming at me for references and 500 students after certificates and a nice stack of minutes to write. Normally I say it’ll take two weeks and then play on the internet.

That’s all over now, too.

I do it in one day. Next week, I will probably have to do it again, but I might just get away with it so I figure it’s worth the gamble.

  • 1. Possibly “not like me”, but we are yet to see whether my job will ease off after the main exam rush.
  • 2. I used to ring number four, in the days when I still believed and went to a churchy school. This is not something you should let slip to your freak boss in an attempt to stop her being so damn righteous.
  • 3. A bunch of pretty tables with numbers in.