Whew long time no post!
Now that I finally sit down on our comfy computer centre chairs, I have a chance to gripe extensively to my favourite online people :)
First off (oh wait...that baby still makes me laugh..he looks SO terrified..lol)
Im just back from writing Industrial Sociology. What a beeyatch to write. All about Unions, their involvement in South African politics (yeeees you saw this one coming) and then gender in the corporate world. And i don't mean to shite on our corporate buffs Slop and Mike here, but there is really a big discrepancy right there....think The Glass ceiling effect and Mommy Track. Both of which prevents women of ever getting into top commerce positions (to prevent gratuitous innuendo I had to put the word commerce in hahahaha). Who says women arent good in politics? I say give them a try, because alot of men havent been doing such a damn dandy job of it themselves.
*breathe in* *breathe out*
Ok :D
Now to less pressing issues, but perhaps closer to the heart...
Ok so by this time I'm going to assume that those of you who hasn't had a maizemeal bag over their head for the duration of my blog's existence, knows that there has been a bit of flirting going on between me and tateson. Now there's the thing:
The bad thing : that Im in sunny South Africa while he's in Northern Ireland. So while Soffy, Debaser, Mike and myself are perhaps quite close to actually meeting and having a few drinks in Burn, the same cannot be said for everyone.
The interesting thing : I have noticed a person around these parts with an uncanny likeness to the man of the hour, except that this man, who will now be called TeddyBearMan well...looks like a teddybear. And I know I said that he has a layer of polar bear insulation, but upon closer inspection this proved to be untrue. But he still looks like a teddybear. ANYWAY. I see him pretty much every day or every other day, and the the other night me and soffy were on our way to somewhere, and who should we find on our steps? Yes.
Well at the time, the word yes was the farthest thing from my mind, it was more like "Oh my *#$*&^! what the *(*#&!@&@, how the &(@)$^ aaaaaaaa!!!"
you know?
And as I tried to make my way around him without knocking his drink over we briefly made eyecontact. Not very significant, i know. But such is blogging, you have to blog about the little things.
So now it seems that me and TeddyBearMan share a mutual friend, Annemie.
After falling onto her couch and demanding to know who this person is, I find out he has the perfectly decent and nice name of James. (I was afraid it was going to be something awful like Hennie or Gaylord)
He's of irish/scottish descent (she couldnt remember which) And he speaks Afrikaans, which is positively charming.
Ergo , I might keep you updated on the TBM chronicles, because I find it quite interesting.
Strange turn of events huh?
And now the big question : do you believe in signs? Should I believe in signs?
Come on bloggers, I need your honest opinions!
much love
me
Anni 
