Or "Name it Minky. Minky the monkey."

So we have a new guy who has just started working. He has done all his training and is now taking calls. Only problem is it doesnt look like he has picked up the training very well. All the instructions he has been given, that he should of remembered, are all written down on a note pad word for word on how to progress incidents. Even with all the writing and notes he has taken, he still asks questions. Which is ok, but I picked up all this within two days and he seems to be taking longer. Much longer. I'm worried as he is 50% of the staff on this project. I am the other 50%. And if he doesnt pull his weight or slacks, then I have to pick it up. Meaning more work for me.
But also, I need need need him to be better before I head off to V. If he has grasped how to log/progress everything, then I can book my days off as a holiday and get paid. If not, Ill have to pull a sicky and miss a days pay. Which is the last thing I want to do when I'm saving for my hols.

Anyway.

I think pigeons have a hard life. I mean I know that there is thousands of them and they can be a nusicance. Whenever a crumb is dropped to the floor its as if they can appear out of no where to land at and around any dropped food.
But with being smaller then 3 foot it seems like it is open day on anyone being able to rush in to a pigeon. Anything smaller then 3 foot and its open day to be hit by prams, trapped amongst huge crowds and chased by small sticky children. But the majority, and masses of things under 3 foot are pigeons.
For no reason at all theyll see that they are being charged down by a pram. Little do they know that some strange old lady with what I can only hope is a grandaughter is amking a dash for the road before the little traffic man turns from green to red.
Also for no explainable reason (but I have to admit I did it) they are charged at by small people. No one knows why kids run after pigeons. It just seems fun.
After all the fear we put in to pigeons on a day to day basis, its no wonder why they aim for my head when Im walking down the street. They have plenty of or "air space" to fly around, but they aim right for my head. I can only assume they are thinking"Coooo, this is what you get human for making me fly away from my crumbs!" as the zoom direct for my skull.

In Other News
"Run for the Hills!!!" Mutant crabs are coming from the sea's. Giant three clawed crabs to be precise. I aint hanging round here to see hwo this ends up. If only we were in Japan, that Godzilla could of saved us!