Random Thought: Colleagues

I have been privileged to work with many lovely people over the years. People with a work ethic. People who understood that the correct thing to do was to perform their duties and in return they would be remunerated for their efforts.

I have found lately that some colleagues do not understand this basic underlying concept of the employment contract. They feel it is acceptable to sit around doing bugger all and leave the work for everyone else.

Intense Frustration

One finds that banging one’s head against a wall is less painful than being forced into the role of Nag who must deliver repetitive communiques in the hope that their recalcitrant and indolent colleagues will be jolted into pulling their weight and be deserving of their wages.

This cartoon even captures the facial expression!

However, I am finding that in some cases, these hopes are futile. Some people just need to be handed their P45 and sent on their way.

Issue 4 – Couch Potato to Gym Junkie: A Physical Journey

I have to say that I am finding it very difficult to conquer the slothful part of my nature. I have made it to the gym once a week since my last report and this week, not once, although my hours at the physio this week belie my so-called part-time casual status and have made gym attendance impossible. Well, I could arise at 5am to make it for the 6am opening time, however, I think such actions have injurious potential given the uncoordinatedness of my person until at least 10am.

However, the reason for my report this week is that my gym has decided I am lacking a philanthropic side to my nature – the state of my bank balance belies this! – and have decided that I should also pay the gym membership of one of my fellow gymites, hereby known as A.N.

I have been online shopping with an alarming frequency lately, although this does mean that my Christmas shopping is almost complete. Given my online shopping madness, I have been checking my accounts frequently to ensure monies are flowing swiftly and correctly. It was during one of these checks that I spotted an amount of $59.00 that rang no bells, except for alarm bells.

I did a quick online search to discover who these Ezypay people were and why they were taking monies from my account. My thinking was, “what had I purchased and did not remember?”

I was informed by the nice young man on the other end of the telephone line that the payment was for Contours and was under the name A.N.

What?

It has been three weeks since this alarming discovery and I am still awaiting the return of my $59.00!

So not only am I paying for myself not to attend the gym, I have been unwittingly cast in the role of philanthropist to A.N., aiding her get fit mission in addition to my own!

This is exactly the look on my face when I discovered I had been cast in the role of philanthropist by my gym!

Joy Bringer: Stephen Fry in the Radio Times

I was feeling a little gloomy on Monday morning. After the high of a weekend of concerting around Perth – Kate Ceberano and James Morrison at the Perth Zoo on Saturday and Crowded House at Sandalford Winery on Sunday – I was feeling a little glum for the week ahead was all work work work, and not thesis-related work either. Gloomy and stressed I was.

I was sitting in front of the telly munching on my breakfast of vegemite on toast when I heard the tell-tale drone of the postman’s bike and a thud as a parcel landed, literally, on the doorstep!

Breakfast doesn't get any better than this!

 

From the handwriting on the box I knew the Ponds moisturiser that my skin LOVES had arrived from my friend Mary. And perfectly timed as I am on the verge of finishing the last jar in my stash!

The Best Moisturiser in the Universe

But these jars were not the only joy bringers lurking within that box that also contained bubble-wrap, (which was stomped on and popped much to the horror of the two Hounds from Hell I am forced to share a house with). Atop the Boots bag filled with Ponds jars were cut-outs from a September issue of the Radio Times featuring my favourite person in the entire world, aside from my niece and nephews, and illustrated with photos that delighted my gloomy and stressed soul.

A Tweedy Hell's Angel

 

And…

Stephen Fry and the Hamster

 

And…

Stephen Fry and the Herring

 

And most fabulously, proof that QI continues…

YEAH!!

Now I just need something to help me get through yet another long day at work today. Maybe the fact that at 8pm tonight I shall be sitting in seat V-22 at the Regal Theatre, Subiaco awaiting the arrival on stage of the one, the only, the most fabulous, Carrie Fisher?

Carrie Fisher, 'Wishful Drinking

Love This Life

Love This Life – Crowded House

Written by: Neil Finn

Seal my fate
I get your tongue in the mail
No one is wise
Until they see how it lies
Love this life
Don’t wait till the next one comes
Pedal my faith
The wheels are still turning round, turn round

And maybe the day will come
When you’ll never have to feel no pain
After all my complaining
Gonna love this life
Gonna love this life

And so they threw you in jail
Whatever you’ve done
It was a million to tone
And don’t you just love this life
When it’s holding you down
Pedal my faith
The wheels are still turning round, turn round

So maybe the day will come
When you’ll never have to feel no pain
After all my complaining
Gonna love this life
Gonna love this life

There’s something that you can do
Even if you think that I hate you
Stop your complaining leave me defenseless
When you love this life
Gotta love this life
Love this life though you’ll never know why
Gonna love this life
Gonna love

Album Cover - Crowded House, 'Temple of Low Men'

For more inspiration and beautiful music, check out the Crowded House website at: http://www.crowdedhouse.com/