Day Off - The Chef Man

I had a day off yesterday, nice and relaxing. Just how days off should be. I had this person who kept ringing and ringing my mobile and their number wasn't showing on the Caller ID. So kept ignoring and ignoring. Eventually they left a message, it was a customer who wanted some urgent help. Why didn't they leave a message the first time then? I'd have called them back straight away.

I also went into town yesterday to do a bit of shopping. I brought myself some very very exicting things. I brought a table cloth and some placemats! I'll probably never ever use them again, but hey. They made my table look a bit better and it needed that cause I'd invited Simon and Hera and Annie over for tea.
I also bought myself some electronic scales which work way too well. I weigh 89kgs! I am a FAT BASTARD!!! Or maybe not, I have no idea what my ideal weight is ment to be. I suspect not 89kgs though. Only other thing I brought was some oven mitts, cause my poor mitts keep getting burnt when I get stuff out of the oven! It's just proof to all you disbelievers that I have been cooking myself regular meals and not eating out.

I have decided to go with my idea of a webcam snap a day. Unless it gets voted down. So today I added a very boring photo. They'll get more interesting than though people, I promise.

As reported Simon Hera and Annie came over for tea, I just cooked them steak and salad. Nothing too special, but they didn't choke and die which is always a good sign. Hera had told me she was going for an interview at 8:30, I just assumed that she ment 8:30 the next day. So I took forever to get everything organised, by the time we'd had desert it was 8:10pm!! It was only then I realised she'd ment 8:30pm that night! I felt so stupid!! Hera, I hope you made it on time and stuff. And if they're stupid enough to not give you the job, well BLAME ME! Stupid stupid Tim!

Did I mention that I get the paper delievered each morning? I think I might stop it, it's consistantly depressing. Young kiddies getting chewed by dogs, all the youths in NZ want to kill themselves. Little reminders that I should probably be working for the enemy! You get the idea. At least reading the paper I know what's going on now, so when Paul sticks his head over the cube wall here and says "Did you hear about blah and blah" I can actually prove that I'm not totally stupid. Just semi-dumb.

How boring is Google.com?
Your search - "Satan And The Space Chickens" - did not match any documents.

Lunch time's over. Later People!

Tim