Who the hell am I saying hello to? As I'm writing this nobody knows this blog exists!
Well, this immediately proves the absolute nonsense of what I'm doing.
Amidst the millions of bytes of useless information on the internet I decide to be an "individual" and smear what is effectively my mental diarrhea onto the growing web of crap information.
However: You are currently reading this.
It means you've either stumbled onto this blog or have chosen (!) to come here which means in any case I have no choice but to welcome you heartily! (...to my personal information toilet bowl.)
For what it's worth, I will try to keep it squeaky clean and smelling nice. (Just remember to wash your hands...)
As for the rest: No guarantees. Anything might come out. And anyone may come in.
So what are my thoughts of the day?
Well, I've just contemplated the time spent on office toilets. Today I managed to spend 15 minutes on "the John".
That is about £2.37 of my meager wage.
Multiplied by the 50 people that are working on this floor in the office (and that's putting everyone on temp job wages!) that's £118.5.
Multiplied by the 6 complexes with 8 floors each, it means that this company is litterally flushing £5688 per day down the shitter...
In this respect I must say my little blog can stand proud amidst all this waste (and I can proclaim happily: I've just written this on company time!)
PS: The reason I reflect on this subject matter is this visual template. Who the hell designs these things, and why does nobody tell him he's colour blind???
Well, tell me your opinions, and please: No toilet humour.