Well hello there

I am back again! This blog is becoming an almost annual event at this stage, but the mood has taken me again (plus I remembered how to sign in).

I am now working in North Sydney for a firm which will remain unidentified but, suffice it to say, it is one where communication is very important. I am no longer a journalist - yes I sold my soul but I am quite happy with the price I got for it. (edit: Just realised I used this line in an earlier blog but I like it, it's my blog and I can do what I damn well please ALRIGHT!!)

North Sydney is a moderately interesting place to work - it's kind of 'Suit City', almost moreso than the centre of Sydney. It's the urban equivalent of the colour beige. It seems to be a place where people come into, work, then leave. On the weekend you can see tumbleweeds roll down the main street, and deserted saloon doors swing and creak in the breeze.

The thing that really gets me about this place is that when it rains everyone - and I mean everyone - pulls out a huge fecking golf umbrella. We are talking superdome sized umbrellas. For feck sake you can barely get down the street without losing an eye. Small asian women carrying an umbrella each which could not only shelter them but even their whole fecking family.

Why does everyone need their own cone of silence for Chrissake!!! It drives me mad. No little extendable black number for me, oh no I want to carry a HUUUGE fecking thing around. Play golf? Me never, got this thing as a promotion gift from a software / accounting / banking / pharmaceutical company.

Sometimes I fantasise about a sudden gust of wind catching about 50 of the feckers and carrying out over the harbour, before fading away. Another daydream is running along the street with one of those small electric gardening saws and going to work so the bastards get to carry a stick with a handle.

As you can see I am at peace with the world and am maintaining a healthy level of insanity.

Till Next Time

o/