Happy birthday, Mistah Simno It’s all coming back to me now Other people’s jobs Heh
Sonia said that would be fine as long as I am bare-foot, pregnant annd chained to the kitchen... These are sacrifices I may just be willing to make.
since when has your back-ground been a baby pink? I recall the colour as different, but I did just get a new monitor
By Anonymous, at
11:51 AM
Friday, October 07, 2005
Today’s Si’s birthday. This revelation came as something of a surprise to me when he mentioned it in the car last night. Actually, I was a bit annoyed at myself, because I usually do remember the birthdays of close friends and family. But this morning I finally realised the likely reason that I didn’t see it coming – it’s because I missed his last three birthdays as well. Which, because it’s two days after my wedding anniversary, an occasion we usually celebrate by going off somewhere exotic and expensive for several days. Which is a perfectly reasonable excuse for missing the birthday of someone who lives in the same house as you, right? Right?
Anyway, I confess that I’ve been caught offside. I must now make amends by running around and getting something appropriate at the last minute (and it needs to be good, because it has to match or top his present to me this year, which was a Trogdor the Burninator t-shirt). Shopping for Si is rarely easy though, because anything he wants, he buys as a matter of reflex. Still, there will be something out there with his name on’t.
(By the way, if you follow that link, stay with it until the song...)
Okay, apart from the fact that I’m not actually doing any work right at the moment, the last couple of days have started to feel a bit more productive. I still have a mountain of work to do on the unappealing quality document I’m supposed to be writing for Project Porkpie (a task for which I have zero interest and possibly even less qualification), but it’s inching towards, if not completion then at least a state viewable by other people.
But there are worrying signs that it’s all going to drag on well past the original expected end date of May next year. It’s probably just as well that I didn’t get that news last week, when I was feeling pretty down on the prospect of having to keep plugging away for much more than another nine months at the same job without a change of scene. I don’t think I could have coped. Now, I’m just a little fretful.
Fortunately, we’re all have a team-building long lunch at some swanky Frenchesque restaurant today. On top of that, it’s beers and dinner with Emma and Chris after work, so I am quite resigned to not getting very much of value done today at all.
Gazza reports that Sonnie has won her promotion, so now she’s an Executive Level 1 like Fiona. Ian’s over the moon, of course (presumably he now believes he’ll never have to work again, which might well be the case). Immediately upon receiving the news, they put the house up for auction. They’ve been looking for a few months for something with a bit more space, and the security of Son’s job’s means that it’s a goer now.
This comic is pretty amusing. Well, it amused me, anyway.
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Jenny
