It's All Happening!

Lots of write about today, mostly because I've been slack the last few days and haven't updated at all. I am still seriously fucked off with my neighbours. We Are Sailing is still playing on high rotation. What is their problem? I don't mind them playing music I can hear. That doesn't bother me at all. But when it's
1) A thuper gay thong and
2)They keep playing it to death
then I think I have a right to get very shat off.

I wonder how much longer I'll have my job for at the moment. After seeing that we hadn't done anything to show our BossMan some support, I decided to write a letter to the CEO and get all the guys in the group (who wanted to) to sign it. I wrote the first draft and then one of the other guys in Wellington improved it quite a bit. I then managed to organise almost every person in our team to sign it. Only 3 didn't. 2 I couldn't contact and one didn't want to sign it. I'd post it here for you to read, but maybe that's not the right thing to do. I'm not sure, so I haven't.

Thursday night me and Emi went to the Jazz bar, both for some tea and to play pool/watch the entertainment. Thursday night is open mic night and there were some really good acts. And some that were so shit boring it wasn't funny. One guy got up and was going a really good solo stuff on his guitar, but it was done to lame backing music, and fast hardcore electric guitar didn't really fit in too well with the mood of the place. A couple of girls got up and sung some really good songs with their guitar. And then some woman who a deeper voice than mine started to play piano and sing. Scary stuff.

We caught the bus home and one the bus I saw the scariest dude I've ever seen. He was all dressed up like an officer. And he was an officer. Head officer for the loonie brigade. His jacket was covered with Star Trek badges of all different sorts. Why am I mentioning this? I don't know. It was just disturbing on some level.

Emi printed me out a certificate today. It says "Awarded to Tim Harm for TicTac consumption and dedication to beer"
The other night when I was at her place, there was a full box of tictacs that I picked up and grinned at her with. She said "I dare you", thinking I was going try and toss one in my mouth from the box. My translation of "I dare you" was however to stick all the tictacs in my mouth and attempt to eat them. Which I did. Which made Emi fall about with laughter. Which made me accidentally swallow two whole, and nearly inhale more. Which made Emi nearly die with laughter. Which didn't help me, I had to rush off to spit them out. So I am now dubbed "TicTac Boy"

Yesterday I went out for lunch with a bunch of work people, to celebrate a project we've been working on for a while. We had a nice lunch at one of the Irish Pubs down at Viaduct harbour then walked around and checked out the docks for an hour or so. A nice way to spend a sunny afternoon, much better than being stuck in at work.

Finally tonight me and Emi and her brother are going to Christmas in the Park I think it's called. I keep moaning cause I don't want to sing Christmas Carols, but Emi says all everyone does is sit around and drink beer. And I can't really complain about that. I'll probably even want to get up and sing a few after that. We'll see.

Thank god. The noise from above has stopped. There is peace once again.

Tim