Twiddle-dee

I know I haven't updated in ages, but work has pretty much taken up all my free time. After, of course rushing publicity materials for a certain production at the workplace, I was casually informed that said production has been postponed to next year. "*&!*@^#&@(*#)(*!!" The whole incident encapsulates my working environment - everyone does their own thing, complete transparency is expected from the employees but none is given by the bosses. I'm really annoyed, because as soon as decision was made, it should have been immediately conveyed to the people working to make it happen, not the next day, or the day after. Gah. Hopefully if all goes to plan, I won't be around for the production next year!

Last night I saw something that had me seriously reconsidering whether to ever valet my car again. I was sitting outside Paddington House of Pancakes, waiting for Mayomi, (who is now the new senior marketing exec at Channel [V]..congratulations!!) at a table right next to the valet counter. So car pulls up, driver exits and the jockey graciously hops into the driver's seat and proceeds to.....pick his nose!! And I'm not even talking about pinkie-scraping picking. This was like index finger rammed up the nostril digging. I was so grossed out. I never valet at Hartamas Shopping Centre anyway, but then I started thinking about the times I have valeted elsewhere and what sort of hidden treasures I have smeared on my steering wheel. Ick!

I want a pair of red pumps.