I was feeling pretty tired on the way to work today, a function of spending the week stuffing information into my brain and trying to make sense of being in an office all day long. Still, I had my breakfast, remarked to myself again on how spoilt this could make me, and then went through another day of meetings.
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I’m trying to book flights to Hong Kong for the Easter weekend. I’ve got enough frequent flyer points for my wife and I, but I don’t have enough to pay for my daughter, and that’s a problem. It’s a problem because the designers of Cathay Pacific’s website never included the functionality there to book an infant onto a flight if they weren’t accompanied by a paying adult, perhaps assuming the kind of person with small kids won’t ever have a frequent flyer account.
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For a time, when I was bored or couldn’t sleep or had nothing better to do, I would play Solitaire on my iPod. This was a dreadful thing, in so many ways. The user interface was miserable: move virtual playing cards around an inch-high screen by rubbing your thumb in circular motions. It was boring. There was no reward, apart from (one third of the time) completing a game, where there was nothing wagered, no truth or semblance of truth offered as you played, not even the sense of getting better at filling in your tax return, as a game like Sudoku confers. And yet I played and played and played, when I could have done something worthwhile, like contemplate my existence.
And now I have an RSS reader.
Continue reading “This didn’t happen: a short history of time wasted”
I’m flying to Seattle in less than 36 hours, and I’d quite like to avoid jet lag while I’m there. On my last trip to London, I discovered the singular joy of a fresh set of clothes in my carry-on bag. Even having to change in an airport toilet, wearing clean unrumpled clothes did wonders for my wellbeing. Sadly, I touch down at Sea-Tac at 8am, then have to line up to face the grumpy belligerence of US immigration, rather than the robotic stare of the UK’s facial recognition system, and there’s nowhere I can think of to change between airport and office, unless my cabbie doesn’t mind me disrobing in the back of the car en route.
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