too lazy or too busy?

lately there's not much difference

How different would the world be today if Jesus had been a girl?

pathetic

how many people do you know will retire from their job one week, and return the next week to work for free, even though they are not needed, wanted or liked by any of the other staff?

i know one...

newbie

the new girl is not going to be popular. her mobile phone ringtone is a crowing rooster.

[like i don't get enough of that at home. there should be a law against livestock in the suburbs.]

and she's already whinging about the job. seems it wasn't what she expected. let's see how long this one lasts.

happiness...

is wet puppydog kisses and
someone else to wash the dishes and
a nice glass of red and
fresh sheets on the bed and

the only thing to wreck it is knowing I have to get up early in the morning for a 16 hour day with no overtime

farewell and fuck off already

"I know you've only come to make sure I leave," ended probably the lamest thank you and goodbye speech I've witnessed in forever. It would almost be true except I only went for the gourmet pizza, and the dumb shit doesn't actually leave until tomorrow.

what's shitting me off today

self-important people who show up late and don't have to do any of the work, but reap all the reward

(just happens to be the very same self-important prick who took the staff car out for personal reasons and made me late for my meeting yesterday, even though I booked it first)

this guy suffers from little-man syndrome (weighs in maybe at 55kg - tops), and his arsehole makes up at least 60% of his body mass

as Letch is leaving us (finally), this guy has moved into the number one position on my "make him miserable till he leaves" list

hooray for boobies

Last Friday night was no ordinary Friday night. The Rainman rocked up on my doorstep with shredded paper, flour and paint and insisted I help him make a pinata for a friend's birthday party the following night.

Normally I'd tell him to bugger off - I wasn't invited to the party. I don't even know this girl. But I'd already consumed much bourbon and it sounded like fun. I haven't done paper mache since primary school.

So after more bourbon and flour-glue, this is what we ended up with:



Pretty good so far...

Saturday morning we painted. Then the Rainman made breakfast while it dried. I can feel my arteries hardening already.



Then we praised ourselves about how we kick arse at paper mache.



Then I found out later that ungrateful bitch didn't even smash it. And there was like, five or six bags of lollies in there...