Life Sucks

"The Peter Principle is the principle that "In a Hierarchy Every Employee Tends to Rise to His Level of Incompetence." It holds that in a hierarchy, members are promoted so long as they work competently. Sooner or later they are promoted to a position at which they are no longer competent, and there they remain, being unable to earn further promotions. Therefore, all managers, by definition, must be incompetent." Wikipedia

I don't know if that cheers me up or makes me so depressed that I want to open my wrists. That means that anyone that has been in the same job, for more than say 3-5 years, is doing a bad job. Ideally everyone in that position should ask to get their old job back and then the world would be a better place. It would also save a lot of money as everyone at the top would drop down. Those posts would disappear and all the idiots that got their foot in the door because there was no one else to fill the posts would be out on their ears.

So, I finally succumbed to the commercial machine and convinced my wife to buy me an Xbox for my xmas. It arrived in November, with Modern Warfare 2, and I resisted the urge to tear into it. I wrapped it up myself to make sure that I didn't.

Xmas eve I get it. Modern Warfare is immense so I decide that perhaps it would be good to try it online. NOOOOO. My internet has crashed, we have no internet from xmas eve until I the day I am back at work. No internet, no tv, no online gaming for the whole of Christmas holidays.

"Lord - why do you hate me so much"...

As a stop gap we have a Mobile Broadband card. Perhaps our moaning child can get on her favourite forum? Wrong... It has content control and regards this site as an over 18 (its a forum for young writers - go figure that one). I phone up the provider and they say that they can turn it off if I have a credit card. I don't want credit cards in my life any more so I have to go to their nearest shop to prove I am over 18. As you can imagine, two days after xmas, this shop is mobbed with faulty presents and idiots that can't read manuals. It's so busy that they have a greeter handing out places for the queue. I get home and BONUS, it's working. She then gets online, offends her two friends, by mistake, and ends up in floods of tears.

"Lord - have I offended thine eye"?

That's the last time I mime to Christmas Carols. Next year I will give the big guy the respect he deserves.

"Oh great and mighty provider of life, please restore my internet"

WARNING - GOD WORKS AT BT

Nintendo are a clever bunch. They aren't satisfied with corrupting kids minds with their inane games but now they are after the other end of the market. 'You are so stupid Grandad that you need to keep your mind awake with brain training and eye training and any other training that we can think of..'

What's next.

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A japanese scientist has discovered that your hand coordination and bladder control suffers as you get older. (No shit sherlock)

'Pii Trainer' from Sintendo counteracts this with daily exercises. Using the stylus you must keep the flow of urine in the bowl. Any splashes will incur the displeasure of your good lady. By blowing into the microphone you can stem the flow and strengthen muscles you never knew existed.

It seems that the government spent £10000 last year buying playstation and xbox consoles for prisons.

Oh - My - God.

If I smash a few windows will they buy me a Nintendo DS.

I would torch the neighbours garden shed if it would guarantee me a Wii...

You know when I was a boy you could buy a bike for a penny and still have change for rickets. No but seriously though, I can remember longing to be 16, 18 and 21 then after that dreading 25, 30 and 40. Now I am racing towards a new age bracket - Over 50's.

It seems that once you get to this magic age that you get your own adverts and your champions are no longer Johnny Rotten and Malcolm Mclaren but rather Gloria Hunniford, June Whitfield and Parkinson. I can look forward to not having to walk up stairs, having a bath that I can walk into and making sure that my family are well cared for when I peg it.

Once you are over 50 you get free gifts for taking out life insurance - cool.

You get to retire from your meaningful IT career and become a 'silver surfer' trainer. That touch of grey in your sideburns gains you respect with the over 60s.

I am not ready to go peacefully into the darkness of the over 50s club. But then you run the risk of being one of those sad oldies that you used to laugh at when you were a kid. 'Look at that old fart, 60 and still going to raves...' It was a disco in my day sonny...