Thursday, November 30, 2006

Final day!

The exclamation mark shows more enthusiasm than I am feeling, but it has to be there. So yesterday, we went ten pin bowling after work. Here are a few pics. These girls rock… even though they didn’t let me win (I hit two spectacular gutter balls in the last round. Never been big on BMT). ps. I take pictures of cleavage because I don't have any. pps. I cannot fix the stupid layout. I give up.

Needless to say, many savannahs were drunk and by the time my alarm went off this morning I very seriously considering calling in sick on my last day.

I finally dragged my sorry ass out of bed and stumbled through to the kitchen for a much needed glass of water (note to self: many savannahs + no water = mouth like the bottom of a bird cage). Holding glass under tap, opened faucet and water spewed forth. I don’t know what possessed it, but the water came out with such force that none actually remained in the glass - and sink, kitchen and self were all drenched. Splendid. Fortunately I was still in my PJs, but at that stage I was seriously thinking about going to work in them. And it was a bad hair morning - I looked like an Australian rugby league fullback, undercut and all. I'd prefer not to talk about it.

Got to work, avoided work, ordered toasted sarmie for delivery. Forty minutes later I went downstairs to find out how one toasted sarmie could possibly take so long… to be informed by reception that they sent the delivery guy back because I wasn’t answering my extension.

After a fairly heated discussion about what my extension actually is (oh sure, they can get hold of me when they’re putting someone through for IT, HR, Phumzile, Fred or the CE-bloody-O but they can’t find me when I’m feeling sorry for myself and need a toasted cheese and bacon asap), I went to go fetch the damn sandwich myself.

Get to Sandwich Baron, explain the stupidity that is reception, ask for my non-delivery, am informed that the guy is still trying to deliver to me. Now, you have to appreciate the location to understand this. I work on the one side of the block, Sandwich Baron is a straight line away on the other side of the road. There is no ways I missed the delivery guy. And trust me, I was looking.

Sandwich Baron sends second delivery guy to find first delivery guy. First delivery guy returns, with the coveted sarmie in hand. Second delivery guy is now missing. I’ve got my sandwich, I don’t care.

I wonder if they ever found poor Prince? He might still be wondering the streets of Rosebank. Bless.

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Where the pics of my cleavage?! Besides, you forgot to mention that I kicked ur ass all over the pool table too..

R

Koekie said...

dude, any cleavage you got is covered in hair and I've seen more than enough of that at the Xmas work party. Thank you.

I suck at pool. I have a life outside of the games arcade...

I also forgot to mention Nommy and me attempting that Dance/stomp machine.. good times.

Peaches said...

Hairy cleavage= hmmmmmm.....

Pool= trying to put balls in random pockets. Only a man could enjoy a game like that.

Bet that toasted cheese and bacon didnt even touch sides Koeks?

ps: Will pick you up later after laaaaaate lunch in Rosebank so will need to re-kit at yours so may be a tad earlier than planned

pps: finally updated

Koekie said...

Hi Peaches - welcome! :-D

Laaaaate lunches are good. Bacon and cheese was good. Last day of work is good.

Peaches said...

Hangover food is always good!

ps: You will never guess what LL is giving me as a going away present! Its going to be an interesting trip this afternoon and will def need a glass of wine

pps: If I remember from the watermelon pool party, R's cleavage was tooo bad? Given I was swimming with sunglasses on like a real winner so vision might've been slightly obstructed.

Koekie said...

Peaches, i think you meant to say WASN'T toooo bad? Yes?

Peaches said...

Shitters! Yip, did mean WASNT too bad! Thats what happens when blondes type too fast!

:)

ps: Can you orange an orange suit??

Anonymous said...

Awesome! I'm finally being objectified!! Yay for my noombies - and Koekie, they're not that hairy thank you very much...

Peaches, putting balls into random holes while fiddling with your 'pole' - yep, can def see where you're going with that :)

And yes, you can orange an orange suit...

R

Peaches said...

Love the word noombies, just has a classy ring to it. Like gwarrah. Real quality, upper class slang I am learning.

Hope those pom poms are ready for tonight!

Koekie said...

Crapsticks, I forgot that I officially drank our local Liquid Lunch restaurant out of Savanah yesterday. I had the last one. Now what am I supposed to do on my last day at work??

Anonymous said...

hahahahaha, haven't heard "gwarrah" in yonks!

Yep, dem pom-poms is can like to be smaaklik and ready for tonight - you'll see, I kick ass as a supporter!

I may even streak... but I'll have to drink first

R

Peaches said...

Crisis. No savannnah, whats a girl to do??

Streak? Ding dong. Koeks, take one for the team and get R some grog at lunch. Some of the single Ballerina's havent seen a nekkid man in a loooooong time so would welcome a streaker!

Revolving Credit said...

tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock

Koekie said...

Woooo hooo! home time. Bye peeps. Might or might not catch ya'll online tomorrow...

Kisses.

Champagne Heathen said...

Congratulations!! With a savanna on top!!