This morning I couldn’t insert the damn key into the car door. I’ve had this problem before, where I was trying to use Boyfriend’s keys to open my car… so I studied the keys. Yup, definitely mine. Tried again, then realised it wasn’t my car.
On arriving at work, it took an extra 30 seconds to coordinate unlocking door, then opening door handle (not rolling down the window). Got out of car, noticed I was parked across two parking lots, decided it would probably piss people off, got back into car to repeat coordination and concentration.
I shouldn’t be operating heavy machinery.
It started at liquid lunch yesterday. We decided to introduce the three new temps in the way of ‘media-lunches’. By 6pm I was at the work Xmas party - wearing a short red skirt and a Christmas hat complete with red pom-poms hanging off the ears; pointing at my knee and proclaiming, “You see this bruise? This bruise is from knee-sliding. I am the dance-off queen!” (god, I'll let it go sometime in the next year)
Unfortunately, a colleague has just sent me the pics she took last night. I’m not going to put any up here. I preferred it when details were sketchy. A summary goes something like this: colleagues smiling, Koekie posing, some other random, another picture of Koekie grinning, Koekie and Nommy, Koekie striking another pose, Koekie pouting, Koekie and a few randoms, Koekie smacking R’s ass, Koekie looking proud of herself, R minus his shirt (for the record, I had nothing to do with that)… and then I left. Thank god.
Then there’s this.
Apparently, Ethiopia’s unique panthera leo abyssinica are too much trouble to conserve, so instead the government is selling the cubs off to taxidermists - to be euthanised, stuffed and sold to avid colonialists.
And now, I’m going to get hangover food.