Friday, July 30, 2004

Re: Please Be Gentle With Me

Re: Please Be Gentle With Me

Dear Friday

I am writing this letter to request that you be gentle with me.  I have had quite a shitty week, and I really need at least one day which will not contain any of the following:

  • people demanding I be in two places at once, guaranteeing that at least one person will be pissed off with me 
  • people who don't listen to reason, but who make important decisions arbitrarily, which will invariably result in more shit falling on my poor head rather than theirs
  • people who won't do the right thing and correct these bad decisions, but take the path of least resistance, or refuse to admit mistakes in order to save face, and who will invariably blame someone else (ahem) when the shit hits the fan
  • people who, 6 months after an agreement was reached (and whom we paid good money to consult) suddenly decide to change their advice, requiring that we do frantic last minute re-working.  Actually, "we" is not accurate - more precisely, yours truly.
  • people who are generally shitty.  And poor specimens of humanity.
Will you be the day, Friday?  Will you give me a break, when Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday have be callous, cold, and unkind?  I look forward eagerly to your reply.

Yours in hope,

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Tuesday, July 27, 2004


This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

My Work is Deeply Fulfilling

This has been such a sucky week so far at work - one of those weeks that convince you that Mondays ought to be excised from our calendars, thrown into a very very deep hole and forgotten.

I took my last spare half-day off yesterday afternoon, cos I just had to get out of the office. Went out and bought myself a PDA, to try and sort out all my appointments and meetings and all those other things that need me to be in two places at once.

On the plus side, here's an excellent link I found today.

And for the final touch of irony, when K asked me to draw a card at random from her deck of inspirational-type cards, here's the one I picked out:



Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Iffy the Alarm Clock

6.30 am. Asleep in bed.

SLAM. Cat pounces on bed, paws digging into soft human belly barely protected by blanket.

Repeat every 30 seconds, varying impact zone of cat.

Sitting bolt upright in bed after the umpteenth attack, screaming at cat. No effect on cat, except to elicit wide-eyed "Have I done something wrong? *blink*blink*" response from cat, a la Puss in Boots from Shrek 2. Collapse back under blankets, cat happily resuming body slams.

On another, more bizarre note: someone told me a joke about Saddam and Beckham recently (Good news: Saddam Hussein has been given the death penalty. Bad news: David Beckham is taking it) and it featured in the wierdest dream last night - I was sitting at a dinner table with a bunch of people, and had just announced to all "Hey, I know this great joke ...", and suddenly I noticed that Mr Hussein and Mr Beckham were sitting right opposite me. Beckham gives me this I-dare-you-to-tell-that-joke look, and I suddenly feel and immense sense of awkwardness. Saddam didn't say anything. Woke up right after that, courtesy of the cat.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Almost like a free gift

Bought myself a pair of Doc Martens yesterday evening, and was pleasantly surprised when the cashier told me that my credit card's bonus cash paid for the entire cost. Pleased as punch really - almost like a present! (the cloud lurking behind this silver lining is the thought of how much money I had to have spent previously on the card to accumulate so much bonus cash ... but let's think happy thoughts for the moment, eh?)

I still remember my first pair of DMs - bought for a princely sum of money before I left for university, on the advice of a friend who assured me that they were the best in the world, those boots more than paid for themselves in 5 years of sterling service in which they did everything from walking me to campus, to climbing me up 3 separate mountains, as well as several hikes along the Pembrokeshire coast, across strange and foreign lands like Turkey, Israel, and the wilds of Paris, and safely back to Singapore, before finally giving up the ghost. They still remain the single most expensive pair of shoes I've ever bought (I believe they were $250 in 1992) as well also the most value for money, by virtue of doing the most and surviving longest.