Crazy Day

What a crazy day so far. I'm sitting down for the first time since this morning.

You see, Newton left a couple of things out of his theories.

First, when a very important document is meant to print on glossy paper, the printer will insist on printing on standard grain. This cannot be counteracted by swapping printer trays.

Second, once said document begins to print correctly, said printer will end up with something stuck in one of the rollers. Such jam will, without fail, require a GPS and advanced degree in mechanics to track down and remove. Should either of these two requirements be lacking, said document will remain in the queue until such a time that the deadline, which was five hours away, would now be two hours away.

Third, not a single envelope in a communications company will be large enough to accommodate the bulk of said proposal. There will also be no signs of basic stationary stock, such as pens, glue, scissors and the like. Quick trips to the supplier will result in the pressing need to top up one's petrol, as one's hyper-intelligent on-board computer has ceased flashing warning lights and has opted to rather communicate with you via the radio, switching channels to transmit syllables that, when heard in rapid succession, form a soliloquay of swearing.

Fourth: the delivery address on the recently updated brief will be wrong. It will lead you through labyrinthine corridors where you'll finally be told it's the building across the street. Because all TV personnel at the SABC have been moved to Radio Park. TV Block is now populated by pen-pushers and 2010 lunatics. And some poor techies.

Makes sense.

But luckily I still made it in time.

Just. But I made it. And that's all that counts.

On other fronts, ES is feeling under the weather again. Hope you're better soon, Babe. Ian's not replied - so I'd better start chasing, although I think I'll give it a week to make sure I don't piss him off if all he's doing is waying his options. If that's the case, I'd hate to lighten his load that way.

The new position is turning out to be just as fun as having warts burned out.

But, on that note - and why there's a Rah-Rah USA poster here - I've been contacted by a recruiter appointed by MTV. And they seem very, very interested in me. It would appear I'm being head hunted.

And that's great. Maybe if they found my head, they could let know where it's been all this time.

Bwah ha ha!!!

I think my "naughty" (let's face it, sports fans, we know they're pretty clean in comparison to what's out there) posters are attracting quite a bit of attention. If it was my writing, I'd assume there'd be some comments here. (Yes, for those of you reading, that is a less than subtle hint to consider pulling your fingers out.) As for the pics, I'll try track down some more dirty ones (hell, why not) for those of you out there who still only read graphic novels (and I'm not dissing you at all - I love a good comic now and then, especially Calvin and Hobbes).

See y'all later. If the pace doesn't pick up again.