Daily Log

Financial new year aside, I started the day at odds. Two companies I have been using asked me about my experience, and my experience had not been good. They now know how, why, who and when they stuffed up, and the thousands they have lost. Granted, the credit was given where due, but those were few and far between with these two. But to balance it out I have been raving about the other two little gems. If my words can reach ears, they will be praised to the n'th.
Not knowing why, I decided to shave (in my way with the hair clippers) for a phone meeting I had. Even with innocuous hair clippers, I managed to cut both of my ear lobes. By the end of my shave it looked like I was wearing red clip-ons. Talk about dressed for a phone call... Oh well, I took out the garbage before the call too. That was weird.
Concerning the phone call. No words can describe the mood it put me in. And, we did it twice. By the end of the second call you would think, at my age, I would be tired. Not in the slightest. Nuclear weapons were looking on my energy with jealous eyes. Knowing that their singular bangs held nothing. I know now what it is behind the leopard's coiled-ready power. I was relaxed, content and bursting, all at once.
Somehow the world of quiche preparation lacked oomph after that. Not that eggs, ham, pastry, oil, rice milk, onions and capsicum aren't interesting. And apparently they aren't as manly or robust as a frittata, but I enjoyed them all the same.
Lunch finished I engaged in a comedy of errors phone tet-e-tet with an Adeliadian catering company. I was under the false impression I was returning the recruiters call for a Queensland job. Unwittingly she had given me the wrong phone number. Thankfully caller ID was there to save the day.
WIth three more emails and a quick transfer, our new website has been launched. I am very happy with the new designer, but feel a twinge of guilt about my Sydney designer. Even-though I told him he was too expensive, and I would work with somebody else, I can't escape the feeling of being a trampy-code-writter-slut. Nevertheless, I have given both of them ample work, and my girl up here did the best tender.
Work finished, only to be interrupted twice by both the caterer masquerading as a fake recruiter and then the real recruiter, i signed off for the day.