Having been in IT for all my working life, I should know better, but it still annoys the hell out of me when computers mess with my life. I’ve been working on a redesign project for one of our websites and my desktop decided it knew better than I did when it came to the general look and feel of the site.
Basically, it minimalized the content by losing all the references to the images and text across the whole site. Naturally, this made the pages much quicker to load, but also made the site a little too simplistic. Finally, I have been able to fix the underlying problem, but that leaves the onerous task of adding all the content back into the site.
Other aspects of life can be like that. If I ever lost my mobile, or my iPad went AWOL, half my life would go with them. We all record names, addresses and other details such as birthdays on these nice shiny bits of hardware, in the vain belief that their memories are better than ours, but on some occasions they aren’t.
Somewhere, filed neatly in one of the drawers at home, I have a piece of A4 paper with my entire families names, addresses, birthdays and anniversaries. My Mom painstakingly wrote them down for me years ago, and although I have no real idea where the paper is, I know for sure, that if I find it, it will still have the details recorded.
So even though it’s Friday, and the weekend is just round the corner, it’s not been the best day of the week so far. As with most days, there are lessons to be learned, and mine for today is to make sure everything is backed up in such a way that I can recreate a site from scratch, even when everything looks secure. You just never know do you?
There was a little surprise waiting for us when we all arrived at work this morning, a group of travellers had set up camp in the office car park overnight. Ordinarily, the people I work with are polite, well mannered folk, but this situation has brought of the worst in many of them.
Everything in life changes, one of the main principles of Buddhism is that of 
Officially, today was Tuesday, but in computer speak it was actually Monday++. With the extra day off, the weekend just meant that the pile of work waiting for me when I got into the office this morning was 50% bigger than a normal Monday, and you know how I feel about them. So it was all hands on deck and the day passed without a break, ironically at break-neck speed.
By this morning we were supposed to have ticked all the boxes on the to-do list and had planned to take a trip to Bristol Zoo with Charlotte, Rob and the boys, if the weather was dry. So apart from the fact that there were still unfinished items on the list and that it was raining cats and dogs intermittently, Bumble had a very sore neck, the result of overdoing the manual work during the path construction.
The prospect of lowering the gravel path outside the cottage by 10cm, with the help of B’s son and the children’s father didn’t exactly fill me with glee. Not that I am afraid of a bit of hard physical work, or of meeting a significant part of her past, but putting both together had seemed like it could possibly be a step too far.
Sorry to disappoint everyone, but there is no answer to that question here.
Following yesterday’s little incident, the topic of responsibility has been playing on my mind. Responsibility, they say, can weigh heavy on the shoulders of some people. But that need not be the case if we all accept that each and every action we take comes with automatic responsibility.
Taking responsibility for all our actions is a basic principle of Buddhism, but of course it should be a principle we all live by, irrespective of our faith. We were spectators to an incident at work today, where responsibility was dodged, or at least postponed.
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