life on my new case

My new work contract couldn't be more different than the last if it tried. I sit in a room with like a hundred government employees, where privacy is as elusive as free aeroplane tickets to Havana. I have no Internet access, which leaves me feeling as disoriented as a blind person, and means I haveprecious little to dawdle about on when my manager isn't looking. Did I mention I have to trek 50km north of civilisation? That means I get up at the false dawn (5:30), stumble around shivering and swearing in the dark, chuck muesli and scalding hot tea down my throat, start the stupid rental car5 times before it gets going (more about cars later), all so I don't have to park for hours on the N1 to Pretoria, which, if you didn't know it already, is the busiest highway section in the southern hemisphere.

I've been on the project since Monday (which ended at 2am), and my job is to stare at Excel spreadsheetsall day long, and perform trivial tasks such as sort, filter, cut, paste and compile data. Yawn!

But let's get back to cars. So dear Shosholoza Meyl called me yesterday to inform me that due to the derailing of the train, my car will only arrive at the Joburg train station on Thursday morning at 6am. They said nothing about whether it would arrive in one piece or not, or more importantly, whether the R2000 worth of wine bottles itwas carrying in the boot were still intact. Poo. Yip, saying this has been a bad month for me and cars is putting it mildly.


Aaaaand, today's cherry on the top will be a work evaluation with my Nazi senior colleague.
The rest of the week holds some excitement, though - my work's having its biannual (?biennial? I always forget) strategy getaway, which means we go to a resort for 4 days, talk shop and eat and drink lots on the company account.

So... have fun and games the rest of this week, darlings. Hope to be Internet-enabled some time in the not-too-distant future.