Back in my working days, I was the Office Senior. In fact, I was the Supervisor, but RTE were too fucking mean to lash out the salary.
Each morning was a battle with decisions.
I had to decide on project priorities. I had to allocate staff to the projects. I had to decide which day in the following week I was going to take a sick day.
Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Decisions are mentally wearing. Make a wrong one and the consequences are dire. Make a right one and nobody notices.
On retiring, I made another decision. I decided I was going to stick to the really important decisions only, such as whether I would have another pint or switch to whiskeys.
Now I am out of practice.
I can decide that the government are a load of corrupt incompetent arseholes all right.
I can decide that the nannies have got it all wrong about passive smoking and global warming.
But there is one decision where I am stumped.
I discovered last night to my delight that I am through to the next round of The Irish Blog Awards.
I am through in two categories.
I am long-listed in Best Personal Blog and also in Best Humour Blog.
That fucker Mulley has decided I can only be in one category, so I have to withdraw from the other.
I made a decision.
I decided I would ask you lot.
That way, when I don’t win, I know who to blame.
Which category should I enter? Humour or Personal?