Rory boy just wants to walk.
“You must have a Master Services Agreement.”
“Sure, you have some great services.”
“That sounds like a good approach. I’ll raise it internally and get back to you.”
These statements are initially positive, but they’re more passive-agressive in reality.
Starting to seriously question how much longer I can keep pushing this wheelbarrow of shit uphill.
I was meant to post in December. The last 6 months have been unbelievably frustrating.
I am now in the process, now that we’ve lost most of our management and “overhead”, of trying to get the business back on to what I believe we do well.
The task is overwhelming and I fear that entrenched habits will be my ultimate nemesis. The aim of building a specialist business group within the greater group has now dissipated. It’s now down to getting whatever we can.
I give myself 2-3 more months.
Waiting for Weezer. Myer Music Bowl. #nightout #bluealbum #GenX
Happy with Mum.
Rory, 6 months.
Dad-bed, version 2012. (Taken with Instagram)
Maintaining the tradition. (Taken with Instagram)
The most appealing item of this house I inspected. Pretending I was in ‘Bargearse’. (Taken with Instagram)
Opening this envelope should be a barrel of laughs. (Taken with instagram)