Beware Of Snakes

This is a sign I photographed at Maropeng, in the Cradle Of Mankind in Magaliesburg. It's a museum dedicated to the history of evolution in the area. And boy, do they have snakes.

Sugar Packet Patterns

An Itchy Head Kind Of Day

Our receptionist - if you can call her that - is off sick again and I have been helping out answering phones. I am really crap at that. I am a chronic daydreamer, so I won't hear the phone ring until it's been going for aaaaaages. But I have an amazingly fancy phone voice, you should hear me. If you judged me from my fancy phone answering voice, you'd think of me as supremely well groomed and respectable. I am neither. I can just fool you with my fake phoneline fanciness. 

Really, I am just writing this to break up the monotony of this day. We have been so busy. All I do is churn out jobs at this is gut-wrenching pace with no lunch breaks, no time to rest my aching head, no time to sort out those stupid things I have to sort out, like bills I have to pay. 

Sometimes a bit of goofing off can make you feel good about work again. I wish I was more like our receptionist. Every time our boss is on a shoot, she gets this mysterious recurring "Throat Infection". Shame. She can't even call anybody to let us know she isn't coming in. Again. It also causes temporary paralysis of her fingers so she can't sms anyone. Poor thing.

I wish I was more like her sometimes. Get a few extra days off, you know? But I am not. I take life quite seriously. Being alive and involved is important to me. Being a wet sack is such a waste of life.

Says me. Taking ten minutes out of my day to amuse myself with a bit of blogging. 

What a slacker.

Okay, I am going for coffee now. I really do love that coffee machine. On my way to work this morning I was thinking back to how much money I used to spend on that morning pre-work cappuccino every day. I mostly stopped when the boss brought the coffee machine over. I can't drink that fucking instant stuff. I am a bit like the princess and the pea when it comes to coffee. Or just a plain old snob. In a way, I kind of gave myself a raise. Which means, if I really wanted to, I could go shopping RIGHT NOW and get myself another super soft little round neck jersey from Woolworths.