A Tasmanian (not) in London

The tales of yet another Australian in (Australia who left) London...

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Back at home in Tassie after a year and a half in London, I now dedicate myself to protecting society from unwarranted prosecution by the state. (And keeping criminals out of prison, but mostly that other thing.)

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Thursday, June 15, 2006

Something Else

Well, I have finally found a way to use my short attention span for good rather than evil.

In preparation for a job interview next week I decided that I should read a text on policy analysis, so as to avoid looking like an arse on the subject like I did in my last interview. However the book in question is written in such a frustrating manner (ie. by academics) that rather than continue reading it I have looked for anything else that I could occupy myself with. So in avoiding doing one piece of work I have in fact completed the draft of a job application, filled in a form from the Electoral Commission as to why I didn't vote, mowed the lawn, split some wood and lit the fire, and its still only lunch time (though as I now find myself writing this I may well have run out of productive distractions).

I think I will keep a hold of this book and resolve to read a chapter each morning. Who knows what I will get done in avoiding that resolution.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

What time is "lunchtime" these days for the nearly employed?

6:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Time for another entry i think.

2:58 PM  

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