it's 8am

and I am finding it very hard to go to work, or get dressed for that matter. Do you think I can go to work in my jamas? I'm sure no-one would notice cause my jama top is a Swazi bush t-shirt (go have a look at the photo on Swazi's homepage, cause that's what weather is like here at the moment but darker) but I would have to wear pants. They may notice that I think.

So other work 'issues' I've had of late. On Monday I lost a British (she is from Northern Ireland, and I don't care what the history is, two countries on such a small island just doesn't make sense to me) exchangee.

Seriously, I was having a fit racking my brain trying to find this girl who was meant to arrive in Auckland last Sunday morning. Admittedly, I had forgotten about organising anyone to meet her but then I figured she was a big girl and would be able to fend for herself cause it's not like Auckland is deepest, darkest Africa or anything. After all I was 18, fresh out of school when I flew to California by myself to meet with people I didn't even know what they looked like and that worked out fantastically well.

On Monday evening I discovered that blessed Icelandic volcano had kept her in Belfast (or nearby countryside cause she is a farmer girl) and she isn't due to arrive until Saturday morning of this weekend which makes her almost in line with all the other exchangees (who I have no idea where they are either but they have a meeting point at Maccas on Sunday).

McDonalds is the travellers oasis. Reliable, visible, warm and with clean loos - good old McDonalds. Always there.

Right I need eat my breakfast steak, get away from this warm fire, shower and put some pants on and go to work.... uggggghhhh!

boyracer

I think I may be a boyracer.

New car is a brand new Hyundai little hatchback thingy - ok I can't be a boyracer as I can't be bothered to;
a) remember what kind* of Hyundai it is,
b) get up and go out to the garage and check.

You'd think I'd make an effort to remember, as my workmates are the kind of people who remember the model (man! *I had to really think what the word was there, I was going with edition, kind or issue, model wasn't not on my list) and they are girls (except for CEO and Dunc that is it, though I haven't seen them around scary things like mice or snakes. Did I tell you I love working in an agricultural environment (Officially I'm an agricultural manager) because the gender roles are blurry in reality but we play at pretending women are girls and men are men). Mind you I just learned what a header is - Oti I blame you for not teaching me that one.

I'm impressed by my workmates.

They remember all sorts of things that are kind of blokey. And one does nice things for me like making my hair appointments and reminds me when it is and then rebooks it for when I forget to go (I was in a very important meeting with my CEO at McDonalds (not with McDonalds, just AT McDonalds and it was in Christchurch so about an hour away from Methven), my first executive lunch with NZYF!). I love that she did that, even better was she did it without asking. That made my day. Thanks so much C-Lo!

P.S. Had an interesting blogging experience the other day, actually a while ago but I've been digesting it. A long, long time ago I was going to blog about something really personal but that some (read: five) of you know about. Mainly because, according to my theory, the person I was going to blog about isn't likely to waste time reading my blog or blogs at all. But it turns out they do. That could have been unfortunate, really unfortunate for a multitude of reasons.