chaka chaka

So it’s been about a month. Working in the heart of the city requires aunty to be in bed before 4am to hit the street by 9am to be sitting at my desk in front of the boss before 10am.

I now eat at regular human time, which has freaked me out.

No, I’m not going to talk about work. Posting biz-related stuff on a public (i.e. unlocked, you idiot. Hiding your url and getting hissy won’t make it magically disappear from spiders) blog. Unless it’s good. And also not some P&C stuff guaranteed to get you escorted out the building by two burly security guards.

So within the third week, they lugged me to a client presso. That, I really appreciate, cos y’know I haven’t been in almost two years.

Just saying.