Its a Very Curry Wednesday. Raining in Auckland today, with a cold underbite freezing any nether regions it can get its flurries around. My coat is mid-length, but as the coloured water is to chalk - it *does* get in, Mrs Marsh. brr.

*this is a note-to-self so others don't have to* I say inappropriate stuff all the time. It's deliberate, responsive, usually funny, sometimes outragious. Sometimes, I say stuff in an inappropriate way because I'm tired and unguarded. Mostly, I try to curb that. Yesterday, I didn't. It doesn't matter how casual/personal/passionate you are about what you do for a living, in the end it's a job, and you have an employer, and they can hire ten of you tomorrow if they decided to. It also doesn't matter how much you think there isn't a hierachy either - there is - and you aren't anywhere near the top. Don't forget that. Remember to abide by the processes, sit in your org chart box at the bottom of the page and keep your trap shut.

Simon: your parcel came Michelle: which one? Simon: amaazon box Michelle: *gasp* YAY Simon: should i open it Michelle: yay yay its "Actionscript Cook book"..ah.. it wont mean much to you but you can if you want Simon: �rips to bits� Michelle: be CAREFUL Simon: �drops on all 8 corners of book, bends spine, tears cover rips out page 108, 72, and the numbers from page 124 to 145� Michelle: you little prick!