Kennel

In my three-and-a-half years of work experience, I’ve never really been in the dog box before.

My, how times have changed.

It’s rather… refreshing. No, that’s not quite the word. I’m in the poo. I want out, it’s smelly down here. Hand, anyone?


On two – make that three – random asides:

1. Has anyone else seen the ad for Nationwide Airlines? You see a plane full of domestic workers (as passengers, all in the stereotypical maid garb) all getting the regular air hostess treatment. The camera zooms out, where you see the plane flying through the sky, as they are wont to do. Parting caption: “Nationwide. Voted best domestic airline.” Hoots and cackles!

2. The Vodabastards didn’t fix my fucking phone, which means I had to find a Voda“care” (ironic name, isn’t it?) outlet phone number. Accidentally typed www.vodocom.co.za in the address bar, and thought “what the hell? Have they changed their branding overnight?” It’s a complete, thorough cellphone website – you’d be forgiven for being duped. Personally, if they were the cause for a large loss of Vodacom’s business, I’d consider it a wonderful thing. Hellkom has a new best friend! (Haven’t yet checked, but I’d imagine there are MTM.co.za and celld.co.za websites floating about too)

3. It’s amazing how one can fill one’s weekend diary so completely when one’s boyfriend goes away for a boys weekend (with my boys, nogal) – it’s almost like you have a … life again. Dinner on Friday, 2 Saturday morning engagements, 2 afternoon engagements, 1 evening engagement, 2 Sunday engagements. That’s a whole lot more socializing than I get done in a month with the other half at my side (or is that “in my bed”?) Hhhmmmm…