Isaac turned two last Thursday, and yesterday we had a whole bunch of kids over to celebrate his birthday. Large numbers of small kids descending on a house can sometimes be a daunting prospect, but we made sure that they would be outnumbered by adults, so we thought it’d be okay.
I’m sitting here, unable to write much more because the telly’s on and I’m distracted by the Logies. It’s all a bit pathetic, isn’t it? These people that get awarded them – how can they possibly be as surprised as they appear to be?
And how come on every awards show that has ever been, the presenters know they don’t have to bend down to speak into the microphones, but the people who accept the awards (who are often the same people!) always think they do have to bend down?
On the jobs front, last Friday I ended up faced with two job offers – one a permanent job where I used to work, and one a 6 month contract almost where I used to work. The permanent job was more the kind of work I’m after, but the contract is more money, and I’d rather keep contracting. So after agonising about it for several hours, I decided to be a greedy bastard and take the contract.
So late this week, I finally get back into doing some real work. And I’ll be back in the city, which craps all over working in the suburbs. Everything’s within five minutes’ walk at lunch time. Hopefully I’ve still got my knack of shopping without spending too much.
