You are all aware, I am 100% certain, of that certain hypoxic state of altered mental acuity following a H.I.D.E.O.U.S day at work, when you plonk yourself into your favourite armchair (after feeding the family, tearing off your bra and pouring a glass of pinot/shiraz/merlot etc). Well, that's my current status quo. I have the ABC on, watching a great program about a guy spending a year on Macquarie Island.
I want to go! This, despite uni starting again this week and my excitement at starting the semester. I am, scarily, really enjoying my Ethics textbook so can't wait to get to the lecture to see if it's as fascinating and informative. Do I sound like a filthy "brown-noser"?
Anyway, I have decided to share one of my favourite skits of all time. Possibly I love this so much because I am a major cheese fan... After work today, instead of puffing on a ciggie or slugging down a few shots of whisky, I hit the deli and purchased a small chunk of Morbier to ease my angst.
How did this guy score such a great gig? He is now off on a 10-day hike, passing penguins and seals and weather stations.... Oooo, so jealous. I shouldn' be jealous - really. This morning I woke to an email from the Editor of Women's Running Australia asking me to become a REGULAR COLUMNIST!!! You have no idea how many times I just had to write that word (columnist) before I got it right. It's my new specs. It is!! Okay, feeling even better now that I see this guy is beginning to suffer hypothermia on his little trek amongst the penguins... I should possibly be ironing a shirt for this job but the call of my bed is too strong. After 5 shifts, I am being called upon to purchase The Work Shirt ($75). It is lavender stripes with a puff sleeve but that's not the only reason I am not yet ready to make that financial (& fashion) faux pas. I need a wee bit more convincing that this is the casual job for me. If I am already thinking "I don't want to go to work tomorrow!", is that a bad sign?
OMG! Most startlingly of all, I have blogged MID-WEEK! I need to find a way to make some moolah from this blog. How can I do that? Shame I am not more into fashion or styling or finance or real estate or .... Hmmm. Something to think about at work tomorrow while I am practicing injecting local anaesthetic.