A Conversation with a Co-Worker

A coworker sidled up to me:

CW: I think you have a Secret
Me: What?
CW: I think, and I'm not the only person in the office who thinks this, that you have a secret.
Me: Bu-
CW: don't worry, it's a happy secret!
Me: but I don't have a secret ?
CW: No, no, that you DO have a secret
Me: I don't think I do ... what do you think it is?
CW: Hmm. I'll disperse clues
Me: Ah! No!

I'm thinking, naturally, oh christ they think I'm pregnant. Damn. But before I can interrogate, said Co-Worker slinked off to one of the other offices and returned a few minutes later:

CW: Do you want a clue?
Me: Yes! Please!
CW: It involves .... restraints.

And then the Co-Worker just walks away. Leaving me furrowed brow and confused lips at my desk.

I'm pretty sure that more than one person in this darling little office thinks I'm in to BDSM.

(thankfully I find this amusing)

Note: I think this has to do with my prediliction for dark jewellery, pencil skirts, and vertiginous heels. I'm not swanning about in leather with handcuffs hanging next to my ID card or anything. In case you wondered.

The vagaries of Park Place*

From Wellington to Auckland

Such are the nuances of our new internet connection that I cannot seem to upload photos to the Darling Internet.

This is very very annoying as I have approximately Seven Hundred photos of Japan I wish to share with you. And so far? this is the only one I have managed to move from my Mac to Flickr. It's sunset over ... somewhere near Wellington.

I also had planned to spend today getting up to date with my 365 in 2009 updates but the internet was just toying with me by allowing me to create one entry before getting all upset and uppity and slowing right the fuck down**.

And of course, I had to unpack some more. Sigh.

* This is what I will be calling our new flat. It is not the actual address. Sneaky.
** Excuse my language. But it's getting really really annoying. Like, an upstream speed of 10-17 kb/s***.
*** Please excuse the geekery.

Week Forty-Five

Sunday
The trains were running the wrong way. It was strange waiting on the opposite side of the station. Little things,


Monday
I hurt my wrist on Sunday (opening a door. I have ridiculously weak wrists) and had to wear a brace. I covered the karate-man icon (my injury was much more lame) with my vintage Rome souvenir scarf.


Tuesday
I accidentally deleted all my photos off my macbook. I know I should have a back up but I just haven't gotten around to it.
Thankfully I found a programme where you can download all your photos off flickr. It just took forever and a day.
(6,000 photos!)


Wednesday
I switched to glasses for a few days before going to Japan. I didn't want my eyes to hate me or my contact lenses to wear out.


Thursday
Picking up wine as a thank you to Tim for letting us take up his spare room during our time in Japan.


Friday
A note left by my baby sister as she left for school before I got up. Usually it's the other way around but I had taken the day off to pack! We flew to Auckland that evening.


Saturday
Sigh.
The first time this year I have completely missed a day. I was doing so well!
We left Auckland at ridiculously-early-o'clock, spent 12 hours on a plane, met Tim at Kansai Airport, felt overwhelmed by Japan, and Osaka, went out for Korean BBQ then drinks, and crashed in to bed just after midnight.
I should have taken photos but it just completely slipped my mind.


&



I look exhausted. Behind me the bed is covered with clothes folded and ready to be packed.