12:45 a.m., 04.11.04
Poor effort, USA

I'm stunned. HICKS!

But then there are so *many* things wrong with America. You go, guys. Round of applause.

Anyway.

I finished up at work today, which was just a riot. Bossman made a speech and then sort of sat expectantly waiting for somebody (me?) to say something in return. But no, buddy, you ran your company into the shithole and put us all out of the jobs you told us we could rely on. While I realise that shutting down was a very difficult decision, I don't think he can expect a slap on the back.

So now, onwards and into an indeterminate phase of sitting on my arse getting depressed about not having a job. Fuckers.

In other news, I took Nous out to a biiiiiiig carpark tonight where there were only potholes and a couple of forklift drivers to dodge, and plonked her on the back of the motorcycle for her first lesson, which she handled pretty damn well. Certainly better than the last time she tried driving a bike, when she dumped Piero's postie on its side as a last-ditch measure to avoid smashing into a BMW.

Heh.

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