Possum's prizegiving sends driver on

Possum's prizegiving sends driver on final journey Bourne himself ended his own farewell, with some words from an old television clip giving the mourners something to draw hope from. "...if you don't get anything out of the bad then what the heck are you doing here? Because the bad things make you realise how good the good things are." He flashed a big smile � the smile that was almost as famous as his antics on the road. ...more
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Poor Rosie, she gets lumbered

Poor Rosie, she gets lumbered with all the problems at work. Besides being groomed as the New Improved Project Manager ( a job she was born to do but her basket heavy with projects ) and having to produce Instructional Design and Multimedia as well, PLUS being the IT girl, she's also in charge of a stupid piece of software that has more techical difficulties than I have excuses not to exercise. She's more than capable and mostly fabulous at everything she does, its just that no one can do everything. So her Monday felt like a week. Mine felt long too - steady productive work all day but doing anything on only a few hours sleep is always hardwork. Seems we roll into the third week of Michelle Sleeping Badly. I woke this morning to find it was 7:55am. Kinda late by anyone's standards and almost impossibly late for me. My last ferry leaves the wharf at 8:15am. It takes me 14 minutes to walk to the ferry. Are you good at math? 6 minutes from horizontal til locking the gate and getting my shimmy down the road at shin splinting spead. I was going ok - well i didn't look great but I threw my make-up into my bag and grabbed my umbrella and couldn't find my keys for several precious minutes. Cursing myself for still not having a permanent home for keys feeling my window for leaving telescoping closed at alarming rate. I looked a *lot* like Mr Bean running around my place this morning. Finally found the keys in the back door *doh, that's right* and I was off and gone. By the time I huffed and puffed my way on board the ferry proclaiming I was far too unfit to be this late, the Ferryman [for want of his proper title] said "you're not late, we haven't left yet." Some poor sod behind me missed out - I saw him pelting across the carpark and mouthing a cuss word as we pulled away from the wharf. So, I've looked tragic all day. Felt terrible with a pounding headache all afternoon. Getting off the Ferry feeling shattered, I almost jumped on the bus but I decided to walk home as punishment for sleeping in this morning. Half way out of the carpark, my phone rang and it was Greg offering a ride and chinese food and I was very grateful to have someone come get me from the Ferry as a treat. I'm home now and about to shower and sleep. Please, God of Sleep, let me.
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