See what I mean?

I was talking about my lousy attention span on Sunday and then, just now, I got bored in the middle of Stargate SG-1 and wandered off... this may have something to do with the dreadfully slow pacing of the episode and that frankly it's so reminiscent of the plagiarised surely coincidentally similar Voyager episode where Tom Paris gets tormented by false memories he's been given of committing murder that I really don't care. Angst doesn't work so well recycled, I find.

Meanwhile, back in the real world, I've discovered that the job I was all but offered with a big payrise included has suddenly transmuted into a 3-month secondment which would (based on the stated payscale and my employer's policy of employing people on the bottom point if at all possible) leave me a hefty £500 after tax better off if I took it up. Woo and indeed yay. That is nothing like what I'd want to make up for the stresses of dealing with that bunch of problem children writ large. The other managers there are persistent, though - alas, they have not known me long enough to know that when I make my mind up about something, it stays made. ;)