Another nail in the coffin. Due to all the people that have quit and been fired since the take-over the floor I used to work on has been sublet and this morning I had to vacate my office and have been relocated to a cubicle on the trading floor.
I'm sitting in the passport office, waiting to see an "examiner". It is remeniscent of the closing scene in Beetlejuice. I wouldn't be surprised if the guy beside me knows how to shrink heads.
I skipped out of work to do this. The passport is so I can proceed with my Australian immigration, although in another year and half it will be require to go to the U.S. as well. Either way, it's about time I got one.
Ever noticed that kitty-kibble is pretty much meat-flavoured breakfast cereal?
Americans from coast to coast (and in Alaska and Hawaii, too!) can all rest easier, safe in the knowledge that the internationally dreaded
Another nail in the coffin. Due to all the people that have quit and been fired since the take-over the floor I used to work on has been sublet and this morning I had to vacate my office and have been relocated to a cubicle on the trading floor.