I hate packing. It sucks. Waste of time and effort, when i could fill that case with beer. Oh well. Fortunatly, iv got the missus to pack for me, mainly because i apparently do a crap job of it. How do you do a crap job of putting clothes in a case? Is it some women thing i dont understand? Are there other men out there that have the same thing?
Im told its to do with something called "multi-tasking", and men are apparently useless at it. Nonsense. Im typing and thinking at the same time. Thats not multi-tasking? Oh right...
Work was a waste of oxygen and 24 hours today - I wonder if theres any point sticking my CV on monster. Then i realise ill probably get a job offer from my current employers, and thatll be tough to talk my way out of.
Fed up. Need a pick me up. Off to play footy. If we lose, the PC could get smashed. If we win, ill love Northern Mutterings....for another few hours at least.
Heres a picture of a suitcase, something to look at. Which is another thought. The worst thing about holidays? Finding your case. No wonder so many people buy outrageous colour cases, theres nothing worse than watching 300 cases go round the conveyor, fighting your way to the front, only to either pick up the wrong one, or watch someone pick up yours.
Tips, anyone?
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