R2-D2 lives in my neighbour’s paddock A flash of colour in my periphery followed by a shovelling sound announces his presence. 2 paddocks away along the fence line. I hesitate, turning slowly in his direction, unsure if I’m imagining things. Nope, there he is. In a...
First the hose got jammed in the fence. Then I had to herculean lift it 2m into the air. Then the plastic attachment broke spraying litres of water into the air.Then the hose tangled and got a kink in it… it was endless. What on earth? Last weekend I was cleaning my...
People like Sarah make my work worthwhile. Because those 45 ideas didn’t magically appear overnight like David Copperfield’s rabbit out of a hat.
All they’ve done is answer the phone. No selling required for them. I prequalified myself. But one company, on a $500 purchase, got shitty with me on the phone.
“Celine Dion upgraded her warehouse to fit her 10,000 pairs of shoes” the headline read. Wow now, ain’t that interesting? Not.
The temperature dropped markedly as I clicked the ‘save as’ button. Nothing. I tried again. Nothing. Panic welled in my chest. I couldn’t lose this document and the last 2 hours of my work. I tried for a third time and this time got the message “log into office 365”.
As he ran in front of my bonnet (as was his right – he was on the pavement), without breaking stride, he lifted his left hand up to his mouth and sucked hard on a lit cigarette. What the hell?!?
I’ve been peeping under people’s covers recently. Specifically, those of successful business owners.
I peek inside my bag, but it’s not there… there’s no bloody book to read.