Firday, Sweet Friday

Firday, Sweet Friday

End of the week – thank god. Have been working on one new feature for the web site all week and hopefully today will be the day I get it going.

Tonight it’s off to the Novotel for a birthday treat. Dinner in St Kilda, spa in the room, football tomorrow and Rae’s friend is cooking us dinner tomorrow night. Who could ask for more? Turning 32 ain’t too bad.

Gravy

Gravy

It had to happen. White shirt, gravy – the two meet on my lunch break. Now I have to walk around looking like the uncoordinated eater that I am.

Hooligans

Hooligans

“Hours after leading the Saints to an upset win over Frawley?s Tigers at Colonial Stadium on Saturday, Harvey and Loewe pulled up in Frawley?s driveway at 4.30am.
?There was a bit of a toot outside on Sunday morning,? Frawley told Talking Footy”

Initiation

Initiation

Slowly becoming a dad. Phee was sick last night and while Rae dealt with the smelly side of the problem I helped Phee clean up. Just a little thing but I suppose baby steps. Rae’s getting over a bug too but seemed to spend most of the night getting up to tend to Phee, think it will be an early one this evening.

My Job

My Job

A quick five minute update to the page design for the work site has now turned into a day and half disaster. The site has gone heywire – my authoring software appears to be dead and no end in sight.

Commute

Commute

Huge accident under the Westgate bridge this morning meant I had to get on the freeway going the wrong way, get off at Millers Rd and then head back in to the city. The whole of under the bridge was blocked, seems to be two fatalities. Before I knew this I got mad because I was going to be 20 minutes late to work, now some poor person won’t ever be going home.

Bugger

Bugger

Just found 9 more Cd’s here at work. Hope I left enough room.

Peace Has Gone

Peace Has Gone

Sigh. My officemate is back. He’s been away for three beautiful, tranquil weeks. Any hope that his cruise may have calmed him down a little were dashed within the first few seconds of him walking in the door – instant rage at some email that he had been forwarded. I really have to find another place to live at work.