Still Alive

Well, I'm still here - contrary to popular opinion. New job is great but as you have probably noticed is keeping me very busy. In fact, today is Saturday but I'm going into the office. (This is purely a trip in to make sure that a connect was achieved last night and my book orders went through. I will only be there for 5 minutes. Hopefully.)

Then I'm going shopping and then I'm going out with my little Chappy!! Hooray for Chappers!

Life without Chappers and Roy is a little dull, but thankfully the outlook is positive in the new office. Scowser and Twoface are keeping me fairly amused, and my ever growing affection for Tiny is encouraging. Who are these people? They are my new colleagues.

The car is exciting - I may have mentioned the fact that I get a company car - well, it's huge. I swear I could fit 2 Jaydens in it's boot. The new Car is called Job. Yes - as in the Book of Job in the bible. I didn't choose his name so don't blame me. And I'm getting rid of him in March for a less religious car. Little Jayden is most likely being sold on Monday - the money is just being finalised. Poor little Jayden is going to a P Plater, so no doubt his stereo will be cranked and his wing mirrors will be lost in time.

Speaking of things that I love being lost - has anybody else had a disturbing reaction to the story of Colin the baby whale? (Aside: Did anybody else notice that Colin is becoming a very popular name? I totally started that.) I have not been able to watch the news due to work hours, and I'm glad. Every time I even start to think about poor little Colin the whale snuggling up to the yachts trying to find milk, my eyes well up and a severe pout develops on my face. Is it because he's a poor defenseless creature who is now being left in the incapable hands of a lesser mammal that's possibly far too quick to pull out the lethal injection and clean up the problem? No - it's because his name is Colin - images of my Colin snuggling up to a statue or a tree, thinking it's me and then being put down, are rife. It's horrific, to say the least.

Ok people - I'll attempt to write during the week, but I don't see how it's going to be possible as the coming week will be busier than the last. Ho hum - such is the life of a worker.