From the monthly archives:

August 2000

Sarcastic Cappucino

August 29, 2000

I had a big job interview this morning. When I found out who the company was, I wanted the job even more. I felt like I was getting quite good at this job interview thing. I even know how to handle that ‘So what would you describe as your weaknesses?’ question. Even when I had [...]

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Some Sort of Dodgy Fish Metaphor

August 28, 2000

The last thing I ever heard the DJ Accountant say was ‘BLSSSSSSHHHH’, the last thing I ever heard Know-It-All-Paul say was ‘VIRUSES!’, and the last thing I ever heard Parappa the Rapper say was ‘I wish I could rip his spine out and use it as a weapon’. It was my last day at work [...]

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When I Grow Up, I Want to be an Arsehole

August 26, 2000

Wanted: a job. Preferably in a creative role and not working with salespeople (they’re idiots) or network technicians (there’s only so many Unix in-jokes I can handle). Will perform fantastic head in exchange for higher wage. Even if you’re female. Well… that’s how I felt at the start of the week. I finished my current [...]

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BEDLAM!

August 17, 2000

I have this thing for goatees. I find ugly men suddenly turn incredibly good looking with a goatee. Even that doctored picture that was floating around the net a few years ago of the Spice Girls with goatees was remotely attractive. Jack from Dispatch at my work (remember? he has a head shaped like a [...]

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Not Your Choice!

August 10, 2000

Up. Down. Up, up, down, up. Down. Down. Up, up… DOWN! DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN! …DOWN! No, this is not a line graph of the collective careers of the Gladiators after their show was cancelled. It’s a timeline of my job satisfaction. DOWN! DOWN! DOWN! I had one of the worst meetings ever with Mr [...]

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I Have a Problem with my Panty-Ums

August 3, 2000

I really do take Sydney’s weather for granted. I’ve been looking at the weather reports for Melbourne over the past month, and I’d forgotten how much warmer Sydney is than Melbourne. I must be turning into such a Sydneysider, because now I pout and moan whenever it gets to a temperature where I start breathing [...]

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