It isn't, it really isn't. This place of work of mine is rotten to the core. Ppl are not happy and that makes for interesting times. It means that it is impossible for me to shit on anyone without them going off the wall and walking out. It means that when I apply pressure, ppl start to crack. It means that when you ask nicely for someone to do something more, you get the FUCK OFF look and they very reluctantly put your request to the bottom of the pile.
Just cos I am the manager, doesn't mean its my friggen fault for the rain returning and summer being over before it began. Idiots.
Actually, summer is only really here when the wind starts blowing through one ear and out the other, fuggen with your mind on the way through. It really can drive you insane. I used to love it, being a sailor boy and all, but now it just irritates me cos my umbrella may fall over in my garden when I am trying to braai...
Finally got a hold of D, mate for years who I haven;t been in contact with for a few months. His response to finding out C's prgnant "Bloody hell.... are we getting that old already"! Bastard. No we are not that old, but the time has come.
It is actually interesting how much older people are now when they have kids compared to our folks. And the ppl overseas are leaving it even longer. It must be weird for a Saffa in the UK who is 30 and has no kids, cos all the 16yrs olds over there are pushing prams, and thats not cos they have babysitting jobs....
C is tired today, so has taken the day off work. Pulling a sicky... Naughty girl. She doesn't want her boss thinking she is taking time off cos of Spud, but then she actually takes time off cos of him... looking for trouble I tell ya.
Check out the count down to D-Day at the top of the blog. Pretty cool stuff. 162 days to go...
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