men are so easy
it appears we're rapidly approaching nine months since i started this sporadic editorial of my so called life and i feel as if i should be giving birth to something beautiful; alas that appears not to be the case and i'm left sitting here cursing my male body and its barren loins and pondering what went wrong with evolution.
a surprise to no one, regular updates have all but ceased, and lets face it, the occasional post of lyrics aren't fooling anyone, but i do at least think about writing entries from time to time, they just never materialise into anything more than a vague idea of fluff in my head.
i've been spending a large proportion of my time whilst alone listening to the 'new' neil diamond album 12 Songs. i'm not sure what it says about a twenty-almost-fucking-six year old who can emotionally relate to a bitter 65 year old. ahead of my time, obviously. but its gorgeous and must be heard by all.
alas, i say 'whilst alone' with a sense of irony. today is the first day in weeks i have been able to sit on the couch by myself - but i am making the most of it - neil diamond is on nice and loud.
the living-by-the-beach plan is surprisingly turning out rather well - M and i inspected a quaint little apartment in clovelly, just along the walk way down to gordon's bay. it's not huge, nor does it have ocean views, but it is 30 seconds walking distance to water and our applications have been placed. fingers crossed. i think its time i escaped from the inner west - i'm starting to sound like a grumpy old man walking down king st these days ...back when i was a youngin' things were different, better... maybe i just am a grumpy old man.
after the apartment viewing we walked down to the cliffs just over from clovelly beach, and stood there looking out over the water and watched the waves crash onto the base of the cliff for about 10 minutes. while discussing heading back to the car to drive home a mammoth wave comes along and crashes into the cliff and explodes up the cliff face; running backwards was useless, and we were drenched with a wall of (surprisingly warm) salt water. freezing cold as the wind rushes through us, looking like idiots, drenched fronts and dry backs, we walked back to the car. i pulled my phone out of my pocket, and it hasn't been working since. bah. stupid thing.
never happy to rest with previous heights of sheer comedy brilliance, the cast and crew of my office has as of late really started to out do itself. from 'escorted off the premises' resignations, cake-flying-at-face-storming-out-of-room exits, previous 'escorted off the premises' employees offered their old jobs back, no one bothering to turn up to the studio in time to turn the cameras on, a court case over slitting wrists and a CEO that insists everything is just fine there is a sitcom just waiting to happen - and we'd still have enough content to claim 'most australian produced hours'.
but don't think its just the employees, my suppliers, never ones to be out done, are doing their bit for entertainment as well. one supplier, in her 'i just can't afford to not increase costs' email attached our new costs in a spreadsheet. she protected the sheet so no changes can be made, a fatal mistake because excels security is near non-existent. once the protection was removed i noticed that low and behold there was a hidden sheet. click -> unhide. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA all manufacturing costs, including duty, freight, freight forwarder charges, rework charges, exchange rate buffers. everything! Hmm, increasing our costs are we… ? i think not.
the big news, however, is work is sending me to Vegas and LA in mid-July. yay. i'll stick around for that and then focus on getting the hell out.
i'm still giggling over the spreadsheet.
a surprise to no one, regular updates have all but ceased, and lets face it, the occasional post of lyrics aren't fooling anyone, but i do at least think about writing entries from time to time, they just never materialise into anything more than a vague idea of fluff in my head.
i've been spending a large proportion of my time whilst alone listening to the 'new' neil diamond album 12 Songs. i'm not sure what it says about a twenty-almost-fucking-six year old who can emotionally relate to a bitter 65 year old. ahead of my time, obviously. but its gorgeous and must be heard by all.
alas, i say 'whilst alone' with a sense of irony. today is the first day in weeks i have been able to sit on the couch by myself - but i am making the most of it - neil diamond is on nice and loud.
the living-by-the-beach plan is surprisingly turning out rather well - M and i inspected a quaint little apartment in clovelly, just along the walk way down to gordon's bay. it's not huge, nor does it have ocean views, but it is 30 seconds walking distance to water and our applications have been placed. fingers crossed. i think its time i escaped from the inner west - i'm starting to sound like a grumpy old man walking down king st these days ...back when i was a youngin' things were different, better... maybe i just am a grumpy old man.
after the apartment viewing we walked down to the cliffs just over from clovelly beach, and stood there looking out over the water and watched the waves crash onto the base of the cliff for about 10 minutes. while discussing heading back to the car to drive home a mammoth wave comes along and crashes into the cliff and explodes up the cliff face; running backwards was useless, and we were drenched with a wall of (surprisingly warm) salt water. freezing cold as the wind rushes through us, looking like idiots, drenched fronts and dry backs, we walked back to the car. i pulled my phone out of my pocket, and it hasn't been working since. bah. stupid thing.
never happy to rest with previous heights of sheer comedy brilliance, the cast and crew of my office has as of late really started to out do itself. from 'escorted off the premises' resignations, cake-flying-at-face-storming-out-of-room exits, previous 'escorted off the premises' employees offered their old jobs back, no one bothering to turn up to the studio in time to turn the cameras on, a court case over slitting wrists and a CEO that insists everything is just fine there is a sitcom just waiting to happen - and we'd still have enough content to claim 'most australian produced hours'.
but don't think its just the employees, my suppliers, never ones to be out done, are doing their bit for entertainment as well. one supplier, in her 'i just can't afford to not increase costs' email attached our new costs in a spreadsheet. she protected the sheet so no changes can be made, a fatal mistake because excels security is near non-existent. once the protection was removed i noticed that low and behold there was a hidden sheet. click -> unhide. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA all manufacturing costs, including duty, freight, freight forwarder charges, rework charges, exchange rate buffers. everything! Hmm, increasing our costs are we… ? i think not.
the big news, however, is work is sending me to Vegas and LA in mid-July. yay. i'll stick around for that and then focus on getting the hell out.
i'm still giggling over the spreadsheet.