Nothing interesting happening down under. It's getting cold but I'm resisting breaking out the heater. Here's a Twittery type post.
Heading off to work in the mist and realise that you're running on empty with only $5 in your wallet . . ha! Should see the face of the service station guy when you buy $5 worth of petrol. "Any Fly Buys? Wanna buy 3 packets of gum for $5 . . ."
Arrive at work . . .big meeting on today involving morning tea and lunch. All Hell breaks loose. No big deal except they changed the venue from the office to miles away in the middle of nowhere without telling me so first panic station was getting coffee, biscuits and lunch to a room full of rich fat people who think they're going to expire if they don't have a Tim Tam for sustenance and a sandwich before the big 20 km trip home. Super Exec Ass saves the day with some schmoozing.
I took my camera to work today. He likes a day out and hasn't winked at a passer by for a while and there's plenty happening around the river until it pisses down and everyone goes home except two cockatoos looking a bit soggy and not photo worthy.
Then a huge agenda and waste of paper has to be printed, collated and bound because it's a real emergency if it doesn't happen before lunchtime. Even though all 'essential' parties are out of the office (eating Tim Tams and Sandwiches in the middle of nowhere). Which isn't a real problem until you reload the printer and spill powdery Cyan cartridge stuffing all over the executive floor and have nothing more than a dustbuster to clean up the mess. What a waste of engineering those things are. Couldn't suck the skin off a rice pudding frankly. Then seeing the funny side, you decide to take a photo of the shemozzle which is your workspace but the battery in your camera is flat as a tack.
Unfazed, you reach for your mobile phone, your new swanky mobile phone with a camera and video only to realise you've left it on your bedside table . . .bugga!
Then the 'drums' in your printer decide they're beating too fast and won't work until the pretty man from Xerox comes and changes them . . eye candy . .oh yeah! Bright spot to the day!
Then you grab the three hole punch to start punching and binding and three wedding fulls of confetti fall all over the floor by which time you've got the giggles so bad, and all on your own every passer by thinks you're on drugs . . .
Then you're called in to do board minutes half way through the meeting . . .and haven't a clue what they're talking about, other than an Aboriginal assessment consultant has designated 35 acres of development site as 'meaningful to the dreaming' and take half of it down in shorthand and hope to fuck you can read it back in the morning.
Then you get home and there's been a blackout and your oven clock's blinking like someone who's attempting to put contacts in for the first time and your surround sound speakers don't work.
Well the day went fast and I got a free lunch thanks to the meeting mix up . . .
Ah . . a day in the life! How do I get this turquoise shit from under my fingernails?