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I have demonstrated that it takes a PhD mathematician an hour and three quarters, also five sheets of expensive label-printing card and three of normal paper, to prepare two dozen name badges.

The secret is to print on normal paper, then hold the thing up to the light with a sheet of expensive card behind it to check that the text on the cards fits entirely within the perforations. One might have thought that Word could, knowing the size of the cards as it does, refrain from resizing the cells in the table it makes to hold the names to a size other than that of the cards; but one would have thought this in error.

If there is to be a company logo on the bottom of the cards, it is on the side of smallness that the dimensioning of the table cells should err, since if the logo spans two cards, it makes both of them worthless. Word, naturally, errs by default in the other direction.

I get this feeling that temping may not be for me.
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I'm not religious, but beneath the inordinate appetite for chocolate puddings I hide some vague kind of ascetic tendencies; I give things up for Lent.

This year, it was coffee - I'm not habitually fuelled through the day by gallons of the stuff, but I was getting through a couple of cups a day, and felt this was maybe excessive. I've the great good fortune of liking hot water (provided the temperature is right; 1:20 in the microwave for a small cup, 2:00 for a large one; lukewarm water is obviously no fun), so switched to that: I possibly do get through a couple of litres a day, I chain-drink at times, but with hot water this is a less culpable habit than many.

This evening I went to see Syriana at the Arts Picturehouse with Mum; a popular film, we got seats B2 and B3 and so got to see George Clooney's failed redemption and Jeffrey Wright's slow corruption in glorious trapeziumovision. Also, it being what one does at the Arts, I unthinkingly had a latte beforehand. It was a good latte, which I'm sure says something about expected blood levels and receptor desaturation.

That was four hours ago. I still can't get to sleep, I've that feeling that I used to get after deliberate over-consumption before an all-nighter, where my eyelids itch slightly and would much rather be open than my brain would have them closed.

In other news, work's pretty good: small company, smart and friendly colleagues, working IT, interesting problems to handle, and it gets me out of the house. And on Monday I get to give them my P45 form and bank details, so that at the end of the month they'll pay me.
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and a contract once the cheque's in the bank - but I have finished writing the fruit-fly distorter; should be presenting it to the customer tomorrow or Friday.

I have bought plane tickets to Belgium (the train was no quicker and cost rather more), and booked a place in a central-Brussels youth hostel for FOSDEM 2006 the weekend after next.

This Friday evening I go to see The Libertine with [ profile] mobbsy, [ profile] beckyc and all; tomorrow, my cousin is coming to visit.

These should give you some idea of the exciting tenor of my days; and until I find myself another contract, I won't even have the joy that writing 1200 lines of computational geometry and image processing code in Java and ImageJ Macro Language, neither of which I could write a fortnight ago, plus three pages of descriptive prose has brought to me this last fortnight.

On the other hand, if you have any fruit fly embryos you want orthogonalised ...

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