Wednesday, May 21, 2003

Irony. It can be a difficult concept to illustrate (don’t get me started on how Alanis did). But a perfect example has just presented itself on my desk.

A Kleenex baby blue tissue box is sitting next to my computer. Full of lovely white fluffy tissues for blowing noses, drying tears, wiping hands, cleaning spills on my desk, whatever. All of these are occasions where you are not all that HAPPY. If you’ve got a cold, you are miserable, if you are wiping away tears that’s self explanatory, if I’ve spilt something on my desk I’m bloody pissed off! So please tell me why does the tissue box, in nice flowing writing, have these words -
…and lots of hearts?


Thursday, May 15, 2003

In my oh-so-high flying job at trying to appear to be working whilst actually surfing the net for new pyjamas, I get to work in one of those tall buildings in the CBD.
Every six months or so, it is deemed necessary, under some fire regulation or another, to have an evacuation drill.

“But Sam”, I hear you say, “Surely that is a great way to ensure the smooth and speedy evacuation in the event of a real emergency, what a great idea!”
And all I can say to you is why don’t you try and walk down 15 flights of stairs in heels, stand in the rain and wait until the nerd from IT in his red hard hat tells you its “safe to return to the building folks”.

So my crafty colleagues and I have a plan for just such an emergency. Firstly, someone has to butter up the nerd from IT with the red hard hat to find out just when the evacuation will be taking place. This job is usually left to your truly and I must say that today I was all prepared. I had the evacuation marked in my scheduler, after some serious eyelash batting with Mr Red hard hat. I had the team all organized for an important cup of coffee at 11am at the coffee place over the road.
So 11am comes along and off we go. We drink, we laugh, we bond, we mock those poor sods that don’t flirt with the guy in IT, and have to walk down the stairs as a penance. At about 11.25, we think that’s about enough time, we will head back up. We saunter back in. We have that smug look all over our faces, and the buzz of caffeine in our veins. We sit at our desks, log back in, start working and then…

“Woooop, woooop, wooop, wooop”
I hope I don’t have to sleep with him to get some decent information.


Thursday, May 08, 2003

So I thought an ideal beginning would be an about section.

Name - Sam (a nick name / pseudonym for purposes of this site!)
Born April 1975. That makes me 28

Married April 2001, to the very cool Mr R
I do not have any children, and am not planning on having any in the near future, thanks very much for asking EVERYONE. I tell you – if it’s not “when are you getting married?”, it’s “when are you having kids?” I guess you can tell this question annoys the hell out me. Firstly I think it’s kind of personal (I mean what if I couldn’t have kids for some reason, that would be pretty insensitive) and secondly, people seem to pass judgment on your choice.

I live in a suburb of Melbourne, Australia, with Mr R. We own our house and have started a massive renovation – which just may drive me completely insane. If I start babbling about bench tops, you have permission to slap me.

I work in the finance industry. I like my job, I do interesting stuff, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.
That’s all for now, don’t really want to give too much away too early….


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