Ba Baa Black Sheep

I’ve been very neglectful of my Blog (thanks to some of my avid readers who have pointed this out rather angrily), but not without good reason. My new boss, up until this morning, sat right beside my office separated by a pane of glass and a metre or so between us. Close encounters. Do you know how hard it is to be consistently conscientious? It’s draining. Even little net surfing breaks and flicks onto astrology sites have been restricted. My googling has had to be wiped out and my personal calls dotted with code words and dulcet tones. I’ve actually worked solidly for the past few weeks and I’m fairly proud of my forced self-discipline. My easter was interesting as I was FORCED into going camping. I am not a camper, nor will I be. Aside from battling my monthly, portaloos, moths & mosquitos the size of my head and testosterone fuelled activities, it rained for the greater part of our time there. I was thankful that the picturesque though primitive campsite we were originally going to was chockers, though I had to contend with the next step up and that was a swampy caravan park with dirty kids racing around and squealing on a sugar high after stuffing themselves on easter eggs. Two trailer park girls go round the outside, round the outside…
And at 8am on a frosty Sunday morning, I didn’t know whether to shoot the kids or declare them cute as they let out blood curdling screams of delight after the easter bunny came. I found it interesting that after spending a lot of time with 5 other people in a confined space (to avoid the rain) you tend to go a little crazy and invent mind games to keep you busy. We decided that a lot of negative words start with the letter “D”. Death, doom, decay, disappointment….and the list goes on. In fact, I think I would have many more soul searching realisations if I stood still and had nothing to occupy my mind for days on end. I’d probably be a genius of sorts. Fortunately, I prefer to complicate my life by tearing around like a crazy person and creating social tugs of war as well as inviting potentially disastrous, game playing males to spin me around in a dizzying like tornado. So then when I am meant to be committing myself to my complex and time consuming duties ahead of me at work…I stare blankly at my computer screen thinking “why doesn’t he text back?” “why are the rules of attraction so fickle and soul destroying?” “why can’t life be simpler?” Females spend so much unnecessary time analysing things and demanding answers….that maybe the simple life ain’t so bad. Maybe I could be a good farmer’s wife, bake bread, make jam and organise the town fetes and bush dances??? Maybe there’s a farmer Joe in his overalls just around the corner?? Nah, I think I’ll take the non-committal dalliances with wayward Englishman anytime. It might be short lived and immoral, but god bless his glorious state of undress……..