Poetry of Spam

The following was found in my work email on Friday. Disguising the usual links for various drug sales, of course. But I thought that the opening line sounded so cheery, I just wanted to share it with you all. I have not made any changes to the text, so don't blame me for the poor spelling/grammar/lack of capitals & punctuation.

hoary hoary potto puddle!

lory sinewy juicy link.

puddle telly bane dance.
entail hoary khan enable.
winy amines schism today.
proem sadism tower comity.
parish whack drag.
brooch asthma.
smug laser jocose dago.
paid terse asthma potto!
link argue put.
vouch link sinewy footer!
virus filler pirn smug!
winy drag sweet sultry!
tother metope metope.
stable riven hoary planer.
egress patio pinto sleigh.
focal potto sultry.
juicy vouch.
filler stable pinto sleigh?
ennui idly dagger.
laser virus.
terse damme tower quid.
maths idly proem.
vouch hunch solar.
drat dance uptake.
sultry hern.
sweet alert planer sinewy?
hoary sadism.
diver uptake riven amines?
hoary maths metope yawl.
common alert.
haggle argue.
common sultry.
ennui potto drat entail.
puddle today egress.
lory ennui braky maths?
smug dagger today virus?
drat potto.
telly filler.
pant patio toss.
laser diver.
furore yawl scrap filler?
puddle proem.
filler potto.
shapen paid focal si?
lower asthma si.
tendon patio metope.
patio jocose laser.
lower metope lory juicy!
vouch pirn tendon regard.
trader boh dance dago?
common tother.
bane asthma filler scrap?
planer dagger sadism abbess!
breezy infer brooch footer!
tother stable common.
dalle si put drag!
proem lower yawl.
uptake ennui.
focal virile drat patio.
scrap ennui smug damme!
hunch hunch telly quid!
tother drag pant brooch?
sadism virus yawl hackee!
smug regard shapen.
pinto asthma sultry stable.
loss tower idly smug!
sweet terse planer drag!
sweet pirn diver metope!
hunch alert potto pant!
uptake dago focal link?
braky legal toss yawl.
filler amines diver filth.
yawl comity toss shapen!
sinewy riven.
pinto hern argue lemon!
pirn tower proem tendon?
asthma put argue maths?
si today robin footer?
metope tother dagger.
abbess egress infer puddle.
winy alert laser camera!
haggle telly robin.
lower hoary.
today sinewy telly infer!
sleigh mute pinto dance!
pant camera.
sultry pinto enable smug.
sultry whack.
dance solar proem.
breezy asthma.
dalle winy quid abbess.
robin quid alert mute!
boh alert mute alert.
footer potto.

Photo time!

Okay, so I've been a tad distracted with things...and most of these photos have been lurking for a while. They were taken at the park next to the town hall where we do tai chi on Sunday mornings these days. I'd arrived one Sunday waaaay too early considering I no longer do admin there. So I decided I'd wander round and take pictures of the odd...sculptures, I guess you can call them.











And the wall of the verandah of the building next to the Town Hall.


We're settling in at our new office, too. I've yet to take any photos of it, though. I have some photos of it, but that was before it had a paint job. And we've yet to get signage up, which is rather annoying. Currently, we have a piece of paper stuck on the door proclaiming that we're occupying that particular office. And still people walk straight past it...

And I've been waiting for six months (or thereabouts) for a parcel from the US...there had been various "issues" with getting the various postal departments to send the parcel from there to here. But finally, on Friday, it arrived. So I've acquired a few more dragons, tea, various American lollies and other bits and pieces. Best of all, one of the dragons was sporting a pretty bit of jewellry on a ribbon round it's neck, and solved two of my current jewellry desires in one go...


Now...for someone to get his passport and get out here!

It's a little bit funny...

Okay...this may start off as a bit of a rant, but I suppose I need to give some background stuff before I get to the point of my post...

As mentioned in a previous post, we're relocating offices, and it's definite, the other firm is not coming with us (Woohoo!). So, long story short (I hope), the principal of the other firm attempted to do a partial mail divert on our PO box - not only is it not possible to do this, it's also illegal. We didn't find out until Friday lunchtime, and having had two days running with no mail at our box. And after they had blatantly denied putting in any mail diverts on our box. Not just once, either. I'd asked them about it first thing in the morning, and my boss asked them again while I was out at lunch. Only to backpedal and retract their lie as my boss was heading out the door to sort it out with the post office. The post office was horrified, divert was cancelled, and all mail was sent back to our PO box.

I was furious with the other firm, for not only doing the divert in the first place and not telling us, but then lying about it when asked politely. Twice. I spent all of Friday afternoon unable to even walk past them without having to fight a very strong urge to whack them. Consequently I was not looking forward to coming into work first thing Monday. And here's where the fun part (to my mind) comes in.

I'm a fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And due to my bad mood, I had selected my Walkman to shuffle just the Buffy soundtracks (I have both the Album and Radio Sunnydale, for those who know what I'm talking about). This morning, totally forgetting that I had done that, just switched my player on while on the train, and decided I'd stick with what was selected - which was the Radio Sunnydale album. I had to laugh at the syncronicity when as I was on the final approach to the office, the music for The Final Fight was playing. This reflected my mood rather well, as I really did feel as though I was having to brace myself for yet another battle at work. And it was also timed out very well, the music went quiet, just as the lift opened its doors on the ground floor, and the music built up on the journey to the second floor, where I got out into a darkened hallway. And then got to the final crescendo just as I unlocked the office. I doubt I could've planned it better!

I sat down at my desk, switched on my computer, and then noted that one of the phones in the office appeared to be off the hook, so went to rectify the matter. Then got the shock of my life as I rounded the corner, and discovered that the other firm had completed cleared out all their stuff over the weekend (they were supposed to clear out this coming weekend). I was literally jumping up and down with joy when I got over the shock. Oh, and the phone that was off the hook had actually been unplugged while they were moving their stuff out. And somehow, the plug has gone missing...who would take of with a phone plug? Honestly?

So, we've gained an extra week without the conflict of the other firm in the office, and in little over a week, we'll be making our own move. Eeeee!

Oh, and I think I need to start re-watching Buffy again...

What the...?

Three strange things observed today. Sadly, I'm now kicking myself that I didn't take photos of the first two, but I was preoccupied with getting to the train station to come home.

First - a new busker in the Hay Street Mall. Skinny, young guy. With an accordion. And what was he playing on his accordion? Zombie by the Cranberries. Rather fast, too. It was kinda mind-boggling.

Second - a very definite Furry. I only really noticed him out of the corner of my eye, and spotted he had the ears, and a very lovely, long fox's tail. What made me laugh was the two girls sitting on a bench who also spotted him and had pulled out their phones to take pictures. Of course, they were too late to get a good shot, so chased after him! Hope he escaped okay.

Third - Gets a TMI warning. An advert that's come up when I've logged into MSN. New feminine hygeine product (told you, TMI!). Tampons. With wings. Yes, that's right. Wings. On tampons. I'm still sitting here going "What the...?"

That is all

Time to don a tinfoil hat!

So, my last ramble has been used as the basis for a webcomic. Well, the bit about my ramble about never remembering my ideas.


Basic Instructions

Mr Meyer managed to put my thoughts a lot more succinctly (and entertainingly) than I did.

Try again

Wow, obviously my last post was so thrilling, no one (except Acci) was able to comment... ;-)

On the few occasions I've been asked to clarify what a blog is, I always stumble about a vague, online diary-type thing. And then wonder why I'm trying to run one myself. I've never been very good at keeping a diary. I envy my mum who manages to write pages of stuff in notebooks on a daily basis. But then again, she does have the leisure to lounge about for an hour or so doing said writing.

So, am I keeping a blog to record my thoughts for my own purposes of keeping track of my life? Am I doing it to let the few friends who know I have a blog know what I'm thinking? Have I just done it, because all the "cool kids" were doing it and I wanted to join in (much like Facebook, I have to add)?

I've just been through the various blogs that I've got bookmarked and have fed through an RSS feed. It's depressing to see all these blogs which haven't been updated in several months (or a couple which haven't been updated in a year or more), and having to remove a couple of bookmarks because the blogs have disappeared. Does this mean I'm not the only one who gets bored with writing about their life?

Actually, I think the reason why I don't blog more is because I don't feel as though I have anything worth saying. Or more often, I think of something, but I'm usually nowhere near a computer, or have a pen and paper handy to record the idea. Or just don't think of doing so. Which means that by the time I remember to record an idea, several months have passed since my last blog post. No more! I'm going to try to do better. Promise! Although, just be prepared to have more odd ramblings like this to read through.

Umm...yeah, way too long...

Warning: Incoherent rambling ahead.

Okay, so I've not posted in...three months. I've just not had any blog-worthy news, really. Still don't really, but thought I'd have a ramble. Because I've been thinking of doing so.

So, since the end of October, life's been chugging away like normal. And no, there's no sign of a certain bit of jewellry from a certain fiance...

Christmas passed by with little fuss. And the two weeks off work was nice. The boss decided she needed a break, so shut up the office for two weeks. Not that she actually had much time to relax. Not only did she have a client who insisted on seeing her during the holiday, we got confirmation that our request to renew the lease on our office was declined (even if it hadn't been declined, the rent would triple on the renewal. Yes, triple.). Which meant that when the lease expires at the end of February, we technically don't have an office to work from.

Panic ensues. And the first week back at work, my boss concentrated all her efforts on trying to find a new office. She found somewhere that first week that will cost the same per month as the current place does at the moment. Already decorated in our firm's colours of blue and silver. It had to be ours, it seemed perfect! So Friday afternoon after the boss had seen the place, she submitted the application to lease the place.

The following week we waited to see if we got the place. Monday went by, no news. Half of Tuesday went by, no news. The boss rang the leasing agent, to find he was on leave until Wednesday. So we had to wait until Wednesday to see if we had the place. He eventually rang, and told us that there were two other parties interested in the place. And that he had to go to the owners to negotiate as to who gets the place. Yet another day we had to wait. Aaargh! Finally, on Thursday we got the news we'd been waiting to hear. We got the place! Unfortunately, the lease starts in April. So we're still technically without an office for March. And we can't just shut up shop for the month, because we have deadlines in March. Crap.

We also sub-let our current office to another accounting firm (firm? Two people, husband and wife). When told that we had lost the lease to the current place (on Christmas Eve), they told my boss that they weren't interested in discussing the issue since they were on holiday...When asked if they would help to look for a new office, they showed no interest. When told we'd found a new place in West Perth, they told us they didn't want to move out to "the 'burbs", and will make their own arrangements (much rejoicing in the office ensued). The new office is 3.2km from the current place. While not in the city centre, it certainly isn't "the 'burbs".

One week later, they had apparently gone to look at our new office location, decided that they did like it, and promptly pounced my boss and asked if they could move across with us (cue everyone feeling extraordinarily sick all of a sudden). Then over the course of the following week, we had a fax come through for them (we share our fax line and PO box with them - it's all in my boss's name) which was for pricing of a new phone system. Now, the phone system in our office (again) is all my boss's stuff, which she partially leases to the other firm. So, we have plenty of phones in the office. Why would they be interested in pricing of a new phone system unless they were moving to their own place? I also took a call (since I'm their receptionist, too. Unpaid, I might add) from a telecommunication mob regarding wiring up a storage unit...

Then this week, word gets back to my boss (via her friends) that the other firm is looking to sublet from another accounting firm located in South Perth. South Perth, despite being separated from the city by the river, obviously isn't in "the 'burbs". However, we were a tad surprised by the phrasing used by the other firm in their plea for new residency. "We've been kicked out of our current place with no warning." Uhh...yeah...no warning. Sure, you didn't know that we were having troubles regarding the lease when it first came up at the start of December. Sure, you didn't know we had lost the lease when my boss phoned you at home to tell you on Christmas Eve. Sure, you didn't know...asshats.

I will be so glad when we move and they go off and do their own thing. I've been working in that office for over nine years, and they've not changed in their stupid pettiness in all that time. I won't have to wash their cups, which are still anywhere from a quarter full to full of cold tea or coffee, which has been standing on their desk for several days. I won't have to put up with people demanding to know where their money is (well, I will, but it won't be so unpleasant). I won't have to put up with them wandering out of the office for hours at a time without letting anyone know. Or even worse, giving a time that they'd be back, and not being back for up to an hour or more after that time. Or listening to him calling her stupid and belittling her all the while.

Oh well. We have yet to work out what's happening to office space during March. And we have to negotiate with the current tennant of the new place for moving in and the like. Although, he's going to be staying on and subletting from us there, so it won't be too bad, I hope.

Well, I didn't mean to ramble on about work stuff. I'd had an idea to ramble about books earlier today. Unfortunately, I was at work at the time and couldn't really stop to write what seemed like something that was a lot more interesting than what this one's been. So maybe if I can remember that ramble, I'll post it another time!