Officially disguised as a Canadian
Well, after a really unpleasant exchange of telephone calls and emails last week, I told my best friend that I no longer wished to continue our friendship. Ironically, no sooner had I done that, than out of the blue I receive an email from a *very* old friend (I went to school with him from 1986 to 1994), and I told him to come and take a look at this site. Hi Marc! We even wrote some bad poetry together in Grade 6.
This embittered queen (see below about weddings) needs to move out of his house which he has been living in with his ex for the last year. No, he's not coping well. If you know of any place I can move to in the next two weeks, I'd be most grateful. Rosebank, Illovo, Hyde Park, or Parkhurst are all possibilities at the moment.
Well, last week I was too shocked to actually write anything about this, but now it's time. My so-called best friend, whom I've known and been friends with since 1991, is getting married next year August. The only reason it's only next year is because his fiancee's mother only said she could marry after she turns 21. It gets better. I have always been nominated as the best man for his wedding, and vice versa. Now, when I think "best man", I think ringbearer, speaker, sometimes even master of ceremonies.
I just returned to my house (no, it hasn't been sold yet!) from a really wonderful day at a Holiday Inn with my better half. Yes, we really went to a hotel to spend some quality time together. Yes it was worth it. Yes, I'd do it again. Yes I know we need to move into our own place.
Who in dang tarnation decided that managers need to have meetings so often? When am I supposed to get any work done? Oh … I get it … as my father would say, the word is “delegate”.
Gosh, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Work is continuing on track, both day job and of course the own company thing. I managed my first network installation on Tuesday and the client was very impressed, which is a good thing.
I've been having a not so great week. Although I'm keeping busy, what with my various business opportunities and the day job that doesn't go away, it doesn't take away the pain I'm always feeling inside.
It's past home-time, and here I sit at the office, waiting for 6pm so that I can go and visit my better half. Who knew five weeks would fly past so quickly, and I'd be so lonely yet again. My cell phone bill went DOWN when I was overseas with this person, because I didn't have to phone so often just to hear such a wonderful voice (*Yeah yeah, I can hear you all gagging – I'll stop now*).
So explain to me how this works … the doofus who screwed up the company (my day job) got fired, and everyone he identified for retrenchment kept their jobs, because he wasn't allowed to retrench them. So that's fine, I keep my job. Then when the new boss comes in yesterday, she promotes me. So now I'm full IT Manager, senior staff member, etc etc. It's a mixed feeling, because nobody knows if the company will make it.
I’m back from overseas and loads of news, but no time now :-). We visited Athens, Kalamata, Glifada, Patra, and Kefallonia (the island where Captain Corelli’s Mandolin was filmed) while in Greece. Also, thanks to my friend Dirk, we visited The Hague, Amsterdam, and Rotterdam (completely rebuilt after the Second World War). In the UK,Continue reading I’m back!