I am not moaning about 20six or anythig like that. I am moaning, though. Yes, I know, me moan? Not possible.
But, its true. I am now. What is the reasoning for this uncharacteristically annoyed pirate, I hear you all scream. Well, it's the fact I've now been issued a fancy flat screen monitor at work. It was proudly announced by Igor, who installed it, that it is better for my eyes because it stops the glare. He said the exact same scripted sentence as he installed one next to me, then the next desk down, and randomly as I walked around the office I heard the same sentence. An actor in the making I reckon at his ability to memorise a script so precisely.
Still, where was I. Oh, Yeah! Great. But that glare was a major weapon in the blogging front. It allowed me to pop up a command prompt screen and see the reflection of the bosses walking around the office behind me. I now have to look around randomly. This is putting pressure on my neck causing me more health and safety issues than the darned blinding effects of glare.
Gah! what is a sad geek to do?
