Money, money, money, it's a rich man's world

Ever wondered where all your hard earned tax payers money goes? Then wonder no more dear reader, allow me to enlighten you. There's a large, and I mean really large, black hole sitting under the Department of Health in Whitehall, and all your money gets poured into there. No matter how much gets poured in, it never ever ever ever gets near the top. To illustrate this point, I discovered yesterday that one NHS Trust has spend the last 6 months recruiting 40 staff for a particular project which has just been canned, with all the fresh faced talent being given their cards. Unbelievable. It was it wasn't true it would be funny!

On a more local level, further to my last post on the trials and tribulations of moving office, I can report that the non-abundance of networking points in the new office has been equalled, or perhaps even surpassed by the arrival of the cabling company who told me that we have no capacity in our existing trunking to put all the new cables so we'll have to get some more. So what, I hear you ask. Well, aside from the extra cost, it means that the newly decorated office will have to be redecorated again to cover up all the peripheral damage that will inevitably end up being done. Life, don't talk to me about life!