Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A Real Weepie

Was inveigled, by the Missus and four nieces, into watching the Malay blockbuster Ombak Rindu (means something like waves of longing, I think) at the cinema when we were in Kuala Lumpur last month. Spent the last forty minutes shedding tears - of frustration, provoked by the horrible feeling that the darn thing was never going to end. Hah!

And why am I thinking of this now? Dealing with the kind of ludicrous 'documentation' that has, somehow, become central to my work I realise there are far worse frustrations that should elicit even more bitter tears. Fortunately I'm manfully holding mine back.


Trebuchet said...

The point at which assessment and evaluation lose sight of what it means to be assiduous and evaluative. Poor you!

Brian Connor said...

I'm glad you feel my pain. You are, as usual, completely on the money. (Love assiduous by the way.)