as i start my climb into "middle management" i am astounded by the number of, quite plainly, fucking idiots i come across!
The ratio of "chiefs" to "indians" is severly skewed. The company we represent has whole departments devoted to absolutely nothing at all, just writing useless policy and contradicting themselves.
I hate seeing on the news that people are losing their jobs due to cutbacks and economic rationalism but i take some comfort in the fact that surely some of the losses might come from that bloated section of the workforce which really, essentially does fuck all and get paid a large wage to do so.

on a brighter note, our little nest is coming along nicely. I replaced the gutter on the carport on saturday. Of course no rain is forecast for a while so I won't get a chance to see if it works or not

Roll up a joint, we're gettin the band back together.

Oh yes, get your earplugs ready, the worlds loudest and crappest band are hitting the road again. For one night only at the Territorian Hotel, the creaps will rock your world and damage your ears. We had to change the name so the bass player we booted out wouldn't see we reformed without him. We have actually been practicing and listening to the large amounts of "positive critisism", that's mostly in the form of "shut up" and "you call that music?" Sept the 3rd is the date to stick in your Palms and Filofax's.

Hope to see you there, if only for a drink before we start playing, you can leave after that.

Forgive me reader for i have sinned, it's been ages since my last blog.

I agree with MissJ and Bsharp, it's hard to blog, communicate with people or generally stay in the loop when you spend all day staring at a screen.

There has been a bit happening in our little country town. We are almost finished renovating room #2. We are getting the routine sorted out. Miss H likes to paint, i like to prep. I'm not sure who gets the better end of the deal but it seems to work out.

We have bought our ute. She's a real beauty. XE Falcon, power steering, auto and the air sort of works. I spent most of saturday sorting out the rust and tidying up. The seat is absolutely rooted and will be replaced as soon as i can. Either a really fat man of a hungry dog had the car and the seat is down to the steel frame. Someone has skinned Fozzie bear and used the pelt to fill up the seat a bit but it still pinches your ass and tears your jeans. The good news is that the radio is stuck on Triple M, you have no choice but to get the complete uteing experience.

The weather has been truly shitful and cold. It rained pretty well all day yesterday and with the leaking windscreen on abovementioned ute dripping onto Miss H's legs, hilarity ensued!

I do apologise for my slackness in keeping contact, Bsharp i promise i'll ring this week. May be saturday night at 11:55 but it will be this week.
Miss J, good luck!