Work whinge.

You know when you go and see a band and the lights in the auditorium go out just before they come on stage and you start to get excited because you know that the band you've gone to see and really really like are just about to come on stage and play all those tunes that you really really like and the really fit lead singer/guitarist/drummer/bass player whoever are about to sound really really awesome because they spent loads of time learning to play their instruments and how to craft tunes that you want to hear and it's all very well hearing their awesomeness and skill with their instruments but when that first guitar chord kicks in and all the stage lights turn on and start changing colour and moving because it's the 21st century and you expect that sort of thing and the colours change and the lights move and make the band you've come to see more awesome and your knickers damper but you don't notice especially but you would if all that palaver wasn't there.

Well.

Some cunt who's developed work related skills over a number of years and learned new skills as the technology has changed because they're interested in their job and actually quite like learning how to use the technological toys they've been given the chance to play with and have spent the afternoon using these skills to programme a fucking awesome show into the state of the fucking art lighting desk that is controlling some state of the fucking art top of the range moving lights.

Some cunt has done all this so a fucking muppet who is the person who's going to be operating the show and trying to make the band on stage look as ace as can be can be rubbish because he havn't even got half an idea.

Whatever.

I feel I'm justified in my rant.

It might make no sense to the reader, because it's work specific.

I do feel better though.

How was your work day?