Been scarce, I know. Must apologise. But know you really haven’t missed me *sniffles, feeling sorry for self*. Fortunately I have a thick hide. Might get over it by tomorrow….But I have been missing you SOMMER BAIE!!! (translation – A LOT)
I’ve been wondering if I speak the same language as the rest of my project team. OK. Not all of them are daft. Me, being the star of them all (off course, did you doubt it?).
We discuss things ad nauseam, dish out actions as required. Yet when I call them to follow up on their bits, it’s like I’m speaking Martian? WTFF? It’s frustrating the living shit outta me (I know that’s a bad one, but its MY expression. OKAY?!!!)
I’m getting sick and fuckin’ tired of having to repeat my blarrie self. Nice voice of te not. Its really getting my gander up. Working on my Gatsnare I tell you!!!! *sigh, breathe in breathe out*
Plus, found out that IT guy is a slut. He’s been flirting with everything that has two legs and remotely female. Bad, BAD boy. He made me think I was special. Turns out I’m not. Flugger.
Picked up the fancy new car yesterday. Exciting. OK, it was supposed to be. It’s not much different from previous 4 wheels. It’s now Wonda IV. Yeh, I likes Honda. BooBoo tried convincing me to go to the other side – Beemer (over me dead bhady), Jeep, Toyota (yuk), Ford (yuk yuk), Mazda (over me dead bhady # 2).
Briefly considered it. Went back to what I know. *sigh, you’re so boring Dizzy*
Think it was the first and only time a manual was ever read in my household. Girls, if you want your man to read a manual, buy something new. DVD player / new car, just not a blarrie washing machine. They draw the line at this.
This morning I tried everything he showed me. Sunroof open. Switching from disc to disc. The heated seats *baar, neh? I told you*
Wondered after like half an hour why my ass was on fire. Shit. Need to remember to switch the damn thing off after a while.
Schools – can’t you do the soccer, cricket, rugby matches over WEEKENDS? Some mothers and fathers have to work, you know? Can’t blarrie leave the office early every other day. My boss is starting to look at me funny. Ok, like THAT’s new.