So after a good but rushed weekend, I am back in the office once again, so figured I'd fill you in on the latest news...
Aidan is up for his holidays, so from Thursday I have taken my annual leave to spend all the time I can with him. Fabulousness rains from the skies (where else does fabulousness come from anyway?)
Got a little bit of very bad news this morning about someone but we wont talk about that now, as i'm sure all the fam are feeling a bit sad too...
the boy is colouring in at my desk at the moment and making light saber sounds (he's colouring in Yoda)
All from Bob the Great about him and Little Bobby....
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
A very good thing...
This is the first "boring" day that I have managed to have at work in a very, very long time. My desk is clean, my work is done, my boss is out, and so I'm listening to music on my headphones. I also decided to blog again, and since I'm such a genius, I have forgotten all those little fad blogsites that I am (probably) still a member of. So welcome to the secret life of bob, the all new occasional brain dribble from me...
I guess this is the part where I start to describe in detail the intracasies of giving my pet cockroach Tony a backrub after a long day running my flat while I'm away at work. Or I could tell you a story far less simple, far more sinister, and FAR weirder than.... nope, still wrong.
I did move though. To a nice little flat in an okay little area (many afrikaans speaking individuals though) overlooking a busy little street with no busy little people (umpalumpa's are on order). I have no pictures to post as yet, so unlucky...
And my boy is coming up this weekend, Yay! Life is filled with radness and WOW! (Okay, I've finally done it, even though I tried so hard not to, I've started a sentence with a conjunction, and used Young-speak, what it is mo'fos) But it's still awesome, with little bits of cool confetti'd all over it.
I'm still not used to this, It's been about two hours and nothings happened. It's like post-apocolyptic offices. I think all male reps are in a strip club, all female reps are in a shop, and everybody else has died of heatstroke... Our offices are dead. D.E.A.D. Only telesales are struggling on tirelessly overcoming the great obstacles of twisted phone cord and keyboard induced hand trauma.
May this day end soon...
I guess this is the part where I start to describe in detail the intracasies of giving my pet cockroach Tony a backrub after a long day running my flat while I'm away at work. Or I could tell you a story far less simple, far more sinister, and FAR weirder than.... nope, still wrong.
I did move though. To a nice little flat in an okay little area (many afrikaans speaking individuals though) overlooking a busy little street with no busy little people (umpalumpa's are on order). I have no pictures to post as yet, so unlucky...
And my boy is coming up this weekend, Yay! Life is filled with radness and WOW! (Okay, I've finally done it, even though I tried so hard not to, I've started a sentence with a conjunction, and used Young-speak, what it is mo'fos) But it's still awesome, with little bits of cool confetti'd all over it.
I'm still not used to this, It's been about two hours and nothings happened. It's like post-apocolyptic offices. I think all male reps are in a strip club, all female reps are in a shop, and everybody else has died of heatstroke... Our offices are dead. D.E.A.D. Only telesales are struggling on tirelessly overcoming the great obstacles of twisted phone cord and keyboard induced hand trauma.
May this day end soon...
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