Can people possibly get much thicker?

This just arrived in my Inbox a few moments ago "

The latest is that Eskom wants to raise our electricity rates by 53%, but most of us think that it is outrageous and unfair! Why should we pay for their mistakes?

The government is prepared to spend R30+ billion on the stadiums for the 2010 World Cup, and a couple million on generators for these stadiums.
Wouldn't it make more sense to give the money they are prepared to spend on generators to Eskom instead? Maybe then by 2010 they will be able to generate enough power to supply SA and generators will not be needed.

We could write pages and pages about Eskom and their problems, but the bottom line is that they messed up and should not hold us responsible to pay for their mistakes.

If you are against Eskom raising our electricity rates, please sign and send to as many people as you possibly can. Please do not 'Forward it'.
Simply 'Copy and Paste' it into another email. Time is running out and we need to move fast!

Every 500th person should please CC to thulani.gcabashe@eskom.co.za <mailto:thulani.gcabashe@eskom.co.za> , the CEO of Eskom.

Would it not be easier to ask who IS in favour of a 53% hike in electricity rates? Seriously, shouldn't it go without saying that NOBODY wants an increase?

I can only imagine the laughter that will ring through the office of Thulani Gcabashe when he gets dozen's and dozen's of e-mails from all the ignorant and misinformed. I imagine how he will shake his head in delight as he clicks the little 'X' in the tool bar and the annoying little e-mails go away.

That is, of course if Mr. Gcabashe were still CEO of Eskom, which he isn't.

So good luck with this petition guys. . . . no, really . . . hope it makes you feel as though you've done 'something'.

Warning . . . Real emotion ahead

I've really been in a total funk today. I have been pissy, and snappy and I was so sarcastic to my boss a minute ago, he nearly wept.

I have stuff that is bothering me at the moment - so I know what's up with that. But there has been something more. A sadness of the heart I could not explain. A desire to cry, with no good reason.

I just looked at my calender, and saw the date for the first time. 14 March 2008. Eight years since my brothers death.

Gary - I miss you bro.

Live is Life

Killing me softly.

I was without Internet access for about 3 hours today.

I think I just died a little inside . . .

Like a bang, a-boome-boomerang

While reading SweetViolets blog the other day, I clicked on the link for religious fundamentalists, I came across one nutcase who claimed that the high rate of disease and famine in Africa is because us Africans are not a God fearing people, and we are being punished by Him because of this.

While this particular nutcase was pretty much wrong about that whole statement, one commenter posed the question "What about Sweden, they have the lowest percentage of Christians in all the world? What is their punishment for this?"

And someone else (bless him/her for this answer) said "ABBA".

Oh how I chuckled at that. And then it got me thinking about how the lyrics of songs, sung by bands/people who’s first language is not English have really had a profound affect on my life throughout the years, for example :

"Bang, say da da da da

Tell me yes and let's feed the fire

Bang bang, say da da da

Nothin' less, I wanna hear a yes

Bang, say da da da da

Tell me yes and let's feed the fire

Bang bang, say da da da

Tell me yes"

Bang - Gorky Park

OR

"1-2-3-4 walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she's a juvenile scam. Never was a quitter, tasty like a raindrop, she's got the look. Heavenly bound cause heaven's got a number. When she's spinning me around, kissing is a colour, Her loving is a wild dog, she's got the look."

The Look - Roxette

OR

"Chiquitita, tell me the truth. I'm a shoulder you can cry on. Your best friend, I'm the one You must rely on. You were always sure of yourself. Now I see you've broken a feather I hope we can patch it up together. "

Chiquitta - Abba

And some of my favorite lines by other artists :

I love you like a fat kid loves cake - 50 Cent

you cheated girl my heart beated girl - Trousersnake

I don't wanna be your friend. I wanna f--- you like I'm never gonna see you again - Kid Rock

You should be stronger than me, But instead you're longer than frozen turkey - Amy Winehouse (no surprises here)

Them chickens is ash and I'm lotion - Mariah Carey

And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn - Bob Dylan

I don't know what's gotten in to me, but I kinda think I know what it is - Jessica Simpson

Aaah, Good Times . . . Good Times.

Dear You

To the dear woman who works in the open plan office next to my office.

For the love of all things good in this world, please go and see a doctor. You are driving everyone INSANE with your incessant coughing.

Yes, we get that you are sick. Yes, we also get that you are too poor to go to the doctor.
And yes, we all think that perhaps if you kicked that 20 a day habit you wouldn't (a) be sick all the time, and (b) have money to go to the doctor.

The average cost of 1 cigarette is ± 90c. At 20 a day, 30 days a month, that would save you a grand total of R540-00 per month. This would be sufficient to go to the doctor (and get medication) at least once a month.

Thanking you in eager anticipation.



Note : As a smoker, this in no way is in intended to offend smokers. But FFS, if you are spending your last twenty bucks on a pack of smokes instead of milk and bread for your kids, it's time to stop smoking!

My Seven . . .

Hmm, so anyway. I've been tagged by EM&CT to do this thing, so here goes my list :

1. I'm totally anal about making lists. I make lists of work and diarise them on my calendar with time allocation to each task. I make lists of things I must do at home. Before I had the GPS I would make a comprehensive list of directions if I ever needed to go anywhere (like first road : West Street, second road : 4th Avenue, turn left at third road : Mulberry Hill), and then I make a comprehensive list of how to get back. Every time!
2. I truly, honestly and deeply believe that I will never meet my perfect partner. I mean perfect for me (not PERFECT, perfect). And it doesn't bother me in the least. The idea of growing old alone is not depressing or sad - it's something to look forward to.
3. It took me years, and a lot of self therapy to leave the time unset on a clock. I used to be so bad that if there had been a power failure during the day, the very first thing I would do when I got home was to set ALL the clocks in the house. The very first thing.
4. I live Sunday 17h00 to Friday 17h00 on a strict routine. I do the same thing each evening when I get home, and the same thing each morning when I wake up. Everything has it's allocated time. I hate being rushed or late. If something interferes with my routine, it makes me terribly anxious. The weekends are not planned at all (unless I make plans with friends, etc.) I am totally carefree about when things get done over the weekends.
5. Back when I was young, and dinosaurs roamed the earth, I rebelled in a very controlled way. I drank, smoked and had sex, but I limited my shenanigans to the weekend. Monday to Friday I was a good girl who went to school and did my homework and kept on the path to being something more.
6. I don't get addiction, even though I'm a smoker.
7. I think people are of the opinion that I am very strong, but sometimes I cry for the strangest reasons.

Now, I'm supposed to get some others to do this as well, well . . . .

Kim

Bridget

Kyknoord

Lord Wiggly

And yes, I purposely picked 3 of 4 people who probably won't do it :-)

Rules :

1. List 7 weird / wonderful things about you.

2. Link back to my blog.

3. Leave a comment if you like.

Next review . . .

Kim-osabi is my favorite blog ever. Not only because Kim is a wonderful writer, hilariously funny, extremely wise, and right there at the top of the bell curve. It is also because she is my friend IRL.

I lost Kim many years ago in the rough and tumble of life, and thought of her often through the birthing of children. The marriage, the divorce. Through failed relationships and through the ones that didn't fail. In those years there was a missing piece. That last piece of the puzzle that has the wierd little funny guy who makes you laugh on it.

One day I googled Kim, in the off chance that maybe there would be some reference, somewhere. Saint Anthony must have been smiling down on me that day cause I found her cell phone number, and I phoned, and it was her, and the rest is history!!

Kim, I love you dude :-)

Reviews of my favs

My first blog review of Places I Visit Daily over there <--------

Awkward things I say to Girls is about a guy who is a self proclaimed geek. He recounts his tales of how he screws up almost every single conversation he ever has with a member of the opposite sex.
He is also busy telling a story of unrequited love that is amusing, heart warming and cringe worthy (sometimes all at the same time.)
He does not update as often as he should.

Living Bridget . . . . Um, I really don't have the words. Bridget is crazy, and cool and totally fabulous. She is confident and outspoken. She is a mom who loves her pickle. She totally rocks.
Bridget updates almost every day, but it still isn't often enough!

Catherine Singleton is a single gal living in Boston (I think) in the US of A. She is hilarious. She is totally over the top and brilliant. She speaks of all things candidly, and makes me laugh out loud sometimes.

Oops, I just ran out of blogging time. I will eventually review all my favorites.

They are not my favorites for nothing, ya know!

Knocking on deaths door

I’m sick. I have been given a germ I neither asked for, nor wanted (thanks Kim.) And I am the worst kind of person when I’m sick.

I refuse to stay at home, in bed and get better. I come to work and mope around all day. Looking dreadful and feeling even worse. I apparently want to die here at my desk in a pool of phlegm and snot, and then I will be made a martyr. Or, at least some sort of saint.

I’m here at work, where theoretically, I am supposed to actually work. Someone will ask me for something and I will look at them with my best "can’t you see I’m dying" look and say "But I’m sick . . ."

And then I get home after a day of not working very much and Ciara will want me to do all these totally unnecessary things like ‘homework’ and ‘make dinner’.
Sheesh, can’t a girl get a break anywhere!

The Bastards

Okay, I don't want to be known as the chick who blogs about traffic all the time, but everytime I have to brave the N1 on a weekday, I want to scream "Oh, the humanity".

What the fricken hell happened to good manners and obeying simple traffic laws. I fart in the general direction of bad drivers and Eskom.

Y'all suck!


And what is is with people who insist on over explaining everything. Just a few examples :

Person A : The address is 123 Forth Avenue, Fifthville. Do you need directions?
Me : No, s'okay I'll use my GPS.
Person A : But it's really easy, you take this off ramp and turn left, and then second left, and the first right.

WTF? What part of "I'll use my GPS" is confusing? Or "No" for that matter?


Person B : You need to do a quote to Bill at ABC Inc. for two units, okay?
Me : Okay, no probs.
Person B : You need to cost it and send the price to Bill.
Me : Yup, okay, gottit.
Person B : Bill needs the price for the two units, which you must cost, alright?
Me : No, please can you get a white board and draw a picture for me. I don't quite understand. Was that, I must price Bill and send it to ABC at unit. No wait, I must price ABC and send it to unit at Bill. Okay, I think I've got it now.


In the last two days I have managed to stab myself in the thumb (behind the nail) on my right hand, and stab myself on the palm of my left hand.
My self destructive behaviour has reached new heights. I think I may need to talk to someone :-)