My girl-gang has deserted me during lunchtime again - which leaves me time again to hang out at the cafe with my pbook and some hot toasted bagel-with-cream-cheese.
I know. This is breakfast fare, but I am satisfied.
I hadn't had breakfast anyway. Just my one cup of kopi-o.
Funny but I seem to have lost the sense of 'hunger'. I am simply eating to live these days.
My new boss scares me. With numbers, that is.
He thrives on numbers, as he admits. And everything has to be explanable to him in numbers. Which is absolutely not my cup of tea.
He is so crazy about numbers, he is probably going to analyze numbers all by himself. Which is then good, because I hate sitting in front of Excel templates, churning out figures and percentages that don't mean much to me.
I will then have more time to roam the markets, and to launch battles with all other internal departments.
I think that is more me.
Since I'm so involved with a man and two dogs, perhaps this should enlighten me a bit.
How Dogs And Men Are The Same
- Both take up too much space on the bed.
- Both have irrational fears about vacuum cleaning.
- Both are threatened by their own kind.
- Both mark their territory.
- Both are bad at asking you questions.
- Neither tells you what's bothering them.
- The smaller ones tend to be more nervous.
- Both have an inordinate fascination with women's crotches.
- Neither does any dishes.
- Both fart shamelessly.
- Neither of them notices when you get your hair cut.
- Both like dominance games.
- Both are suspicious of the postman.
- Neither knows how to talk on the telephone.
- Neither understands what you see in cats.
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