My hot black panties
a photo of my hot black panties (the name I give my labradors on hot days) on the hottest Sunday of 2010 (so far)
- Posted using MobyPicture.com
Add comment 10/01/2010
Electranet 9th birthday/multicultural day
Two Project Managers
Five years ago, when I started working at Electranet, it was very much an anglo, middle aged, male workplace. It came as a bit of a culture shock since I’d come from working with 40 Aboriginal people in the Aboriginal Services Division of the Department of Health. WIthin the next five years, due to growth and the demand for employees unmet by the local market, we called out to the world. We now have an amazingly diverse workforce. Ireland, South Africa, India, Bangladesh, Nepal, Peru, Venezuala, the US, Ghana, Kenya and the UK (plus many more) are all represented. To coincide with our 9th birthday, it was decided to have a celebration of our multicultural workforce. Food from all around the world and national dress of such a great variety, it was a success! And, I tried the haggis (which was piped in by our 3 proud Scot derived staff members). I’m reserving judgement until I can try it from a professional kitchen (Rob Roy Hotel apparently serves a good haggis).
1 comment 20/11/2009
Personal warming
Please excuse the following profanity, but you see, I hate the heat. Normally there are three months for me to build up some form of heat resistance allowing me to ease on into the pits of hell. I think it was July before last February’s insane heat finally chilled out of my memory. And here we are, in November and… my tiny fist of fury tighten at the thought… next week, THIS week, we have 36C, 37C, 37C, 37C, 35C. I mean, seriously, what the fuck?
Meanwhile, my 15 year old niece is thrilling at the idea of the heat, even planning her athletics training for the week. My 75 year old mother has an extra bounce to her step. Yes, she LOVES the heat! My guess is that come Wednesday in the middle of the 37C days, she’ll be playing tennis with other oldies who just LOVE the heat.
I’m a fatty. I hate the heat. The skinnies around me who were miserable and blue in the winter are bouncing around with smiles on their faces, planning beach trips.
Air conditioning and fantasy planning of my retirement to Hobart will get me through.
2 comments 08/11/2009
Blog block
Screwed sleep patterns have created a small hell for me. I’m experiencing something of a LadyHawk moment where in the sliver of time between sleep and wake, I have brilliant ideas for this blog. I might work on the perspiration element of success until inspiration decides to pay me a visit.
Meanwhile, the elephant in the room (my study assignment) is tapping its foot… VERY LOUDLY.
Add comment 07/11/2009
100 years on
It’s 100 years since Don Landon was born. He didn’t make his birthday party in full physical form. His spirit left him at 99 years, 11 months. And for once, the quip “he had a good innings” was appropriate.
Continue Reading 2 comments 18/08/2009
Spring cleaning
Oh poor neglected blog. By the fear of not submitting a quality piece, I’ve not submitted anything. EXCEPT, unknowingly, random photos sent to twitter by Mobypics.
My revisit, complete with the electronic version of mop, bucket and intention to clean up has been spurred on by Facebook of all things.
I have a friend on Facebook, a sage from Canadia (sp) who has been posting some interesting pieces recently. So interesting, I’ve wanted to repost them on Twitter. But I’ve had my tweets automatically come up as my Facebook status and the stream of information I’ve wanted to post has created a nonsense. And so my mind floated nervously over to my blog. For every form of information is there not an appropriate means of transmission? Personal and silly bursts on Facebook, short bursts of (in my opinion) newsworthy information on Twitter, and longer, more considered pieces on Blogs.
My plan then is to disconnect my tweets from Facebook and commit myself to creating a decent blog whenever a topic demands more than one or two tweets. Such blogs will of course be tweeted but will not be bounced over to the playground called Facebook.
Use the right tool for the right job I say.
1 comment 18/08/2009
