I miss my car park

This one. This one.

BUT NOT FOR LONG!

A last minute announcement of a last minute training session this evening, and so I get to go out to my car park one last time and enjoy two hours of low flying aircraft, a view (and smell) of the local oil refinery, and possibly a little doze in the car. And then back to loadshedding at home, our sixth cut in two days.
And we’ll get another three tomorrow. It’s very wearing.

The cold and wet weekend was full of beer, pizza and comfort food, and so I threw myself back into the gym this afternoon for an hour or so to try and make some small dent in the calorie count. I’m not sure that it’s done much good physically, but I feel a lot less guilty about those n beers on Saturday evening.

(Worryingly, n=8 in this particular instance. 4 whole litres of lagery goodness. Naughty naughty.)

It’s also been a productive day with a lot of jobs ticked off my to do list. Plenty more to get into tomorrow, but as I’ve mentioned, I might just chill out in my car park this evening.

EDIT: And I did.

Not tonight

I was going to drop a quick blog post in while I was watching the Boy Wonder at training this evening, but loadshedding (see 6000 miles… passim) has necessitated a change in venue.

Of course it has.

So why no blog post opportunity from this new location? Well, because it lies right within the fetid industrial heart of Cape Town’s fetid industrial heartland, and there is quite literally no way that I am taking my laptop along for the ride this evening, given that we will likely have to park quite a distance from the actual training spot. Add in a bit of late evening loadshedding, darkened streets, and the proximity of one of the city’s dodgiest informal settlements, and I think we’ll just be content with getting home safely, thank you very much.

We were there during daylight hours recently and it was still pretty scary.

So, you might ask, why are we going along to this veritable hellhole?

Well, it’s because there’s a Big Thing coming up very soon that my son is involved in, and training for it is very important. More on that to come nearer the time, but suffice to say that we’re all rather excited.

Anyway, with that blogging opportunity gone, I’ve had to use some valuable afternoon time to get this missive out, and so I must get back to the real work I was supposed to be doing.

More tomorrow (assuming we survive unscathed). (Which we will.)

Day 112 – Simulation

I’m not going to spend too much time on this, because it is fairly straightforward stuff, unless you’re an idiot.

One of the things that companies and organisations do is train their staff. That’s so that their staff and systems can become more proficient at doing whatever it is that they do. It’s not rocket science (although I guess that rockets scientists also do training stuff – it’s pretty much ubiquitous).

If I think of a profession that trains regularly, I think of firefighters. Remember passing the local fire station with its four-storey tower build specifically for training, as a kid?

Here’s my local one:

The UN and the WHO are organisations that train their staff. One of the things they train their staff on is how to deal with global pandemics, because that’s the sort of thing that the UN and the WHO are involved in dealing with. They work with other organisations (governments, the EU, the CDC etc) and other experts in planning for these sort of things so that – hopefully, at least- communications, sharing of data, logistics and the like can all be put in place more quickly and more efficiently in the event of an actual global pandemic, whether it is one that came from a wildlife market in Wuhan or from a terrorist organisation releasing a pathogenic organism.

Yep. Believe it or not, the global response to this virus could have been even worse, were it not for the training that the UN and its friends have been doing for years (because we’ve known for years that something like this was coming, remember?).

They simulate what they would have to do in a situation like this.

They don’t actually do it.

Much as the boys and girls from Rivelin Fire Station simulate fighting a house fire as described above. They don’t actually come round to your place, dowse it in petrol and light it up, just to see if they can get you out from an upstairs window before you succumb to smoke inhalation and/or horrific burns.

That would be real*, not a simulation.  

If you read this thing going around on Whatsapp:

… as being the “smoking gun” evidence that this pandemic is just a massive experiment on the entire population of the planet, carefully orchestrated by shadowy figures who control our world leaders, then I’m telling you that you’re wrong.

How careless of the UN and the WHO to have accidentally published it in a (still) globally available document. You’d really think that they’d have tried to keep this information to themselves, wouldn’t you?**

“Oops.”

If you then, having been wrong above, make a 1 hour and 40 minute (!!) Youtube video (and no, I will not share the link) about this being the “smoking gun” evidence that this pandemic is just a massive experiment on the entire population of the planet, carefully orchestrated by shadowy figures who control our world leaders, then [choose appropriate deity], you are clearly beyond any help that I (or possibly anyone else) can give you.

Life is hard enough right now without this sort of tinfoil hat-ism.

Really. Get a grip.

 

 

* also, that would be arson…
** yeah, but that’s exactly what they want you to think…