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2000:  The best things in life
2001:  Memo to the makers of bras
2002:  Bird of prey
2003:  Please share my umbrella
2004:  Shipwrecked!
2005:  The Hill of Crosses
2006:  Be Australian, Buy Australian
2007:  Half the world away
2008:  Hot chip
2009:  I like budgies

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2010:  10 years of Pussycat
2011:  No posts!
2012:  Towers of Traybakes
2013:  The Adventures of Bird Crap Girl
2014:  A Very Small Shark Bit My Arm
2015:  The Ethics of a Guest Cat
2016:  The Mothership at 60
2017:  Walking Back To Happiness
2018:  20 hours of a lost cat

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Many Many Cosmopolitans

· Posted in Cubicle Tales

Well that was the best christmas party of any employer i've ever been employed with EVER! i never write about my new job, why? because i LURVE IT. i like being the marketing communications chicky and writing things and being creative and the people are the bestest loveleist people i've ever worked with and they make me feel like i have a brain and what i do means something. and WOW i had that whole bottle of red on my own. there's onlysomething to werite about if the job is bad, right? so that's why there's nothing to sya about it. life is good people, if you just stop lookingh at the tiny bad things. and i love YOU and you over there too. merry xmas to you all. UPDATE: I just wanted to add that I walked into a tree as I wandered home. Hehe.

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46 thoughts on “Many Many Cosmopolitans”

  4. *giggle* you go girl! You even managed to slur your typing! So impressed!! Glad you love your job and glad you had a great time. You deserve it! 🙂

  10. Wwo…msut gett myslef some of thta red.
    (wooo, that could be taken all wrong)

    If anyone ever wondered how my name went from Sean to Saen…well, blame it on the red, a keyboard and e-mail.

    Glad to hear about the job. It sounds as if you are enjoying yours as much as i enjoy mine…

    Mery chrsitmass..
    (haha)

  14. Ahhh, it’s good to know you’re enjoying your job 😀 And you’re allowed to write about good things, too (including when you’re intoxicated).

    And Merry Christmas to you, too! 😀

  16. …so, you got 15 (16 now) posts praising your ability to get plastered and pass out on the keyboard?

    Hmmmm…I think somebody’s got a cult following…:)

  18. Hi. Card carrying member.
    I am, in my official capacity, permitted to pass out and incur keyboard key marks on my person as long as the liquid is not tequila.

    I believe that last part was ‘subsection 6, article f, revision2’ of the small print.

    🙂

  21. I like hats.

    My first was a trilby that ended up rained-on enough to lose its shape. It made me look like a scarecrow (or ceased to prevent me from looking like a scarecrow, as the case may be).

    Scarecrows, of course, are supposed to scare crows away from fields. Which leads on to agriculture and farming generally, which leads on to meat production.

    Did you know that the English words for animals and the meats that come from those animals are all to do with 1066? The Battle of Hastings? William the Conqueror?

    Once the Normans had taken over, they were the ones who mostly got to eat meat. And they spoke Norman French, of course. But it was the common folk, the Anglo-Saxons (who by that time also had Viking mixed in to various degrees in different places), who actually looked after the animals, and did that slaughtering and other meat-preparation stuff. And they spoke English.

    So, we’ve ended up with Old English names for the animals (cows, pigs, etc), but Norman French names for the meats (beef, pork, etc).

    The word ‘codger’ is also due to the Norman invasion. It’s a technical term for some bloke, usually old, who has something to do with falconry (but I can’t remember what).

    And, of course, falcons wear hats.

    Talking of hats, do you wear hats, Miss Shauny?

  23. hey, shauny.

    i sent you some mail to your old shaunybear@yahoo address.

    wasn’t sure if it was still active, but it didn’t bounce.

    anyway, just wanted to say hello.

  26. saen – hehe. qwerty face!

    graham – if your comments worked in IE5 for Mac, I would leave lots of comments! 😀 actually i should just get a better browser.

    simon – wow, nice post! i don’t wear hats, no, though i should since it;s 37C tomorrow and we’re playing golf. okay we’re not playing golf, we’re going to a dinky little putt-putt thing.

    glenn – i got it! i wrote back… oh no i didn’t! it’s in my drafts… hang on…

    merry xmassssss

  27. It so lifts my spirits to see you happy, Miss S! Hope the rest of the holidays are even better. But watch out for the eggnog.

  28. Working on my second Friday night beer and toasting Shauny. Will the comment become loopy?

    After several beers, I have no command of the English language either. No, you won’t see Saroyan-style anger, nor Dylan Thomas-like stumbles. In fact, you will probably see nothing close to these two writers even while my mind is sober. But at the end of the second beer, generally my mind gravitates towards loving people in close proximity. And if they won’t be loved, well, there’s always the dust underneath the bar stool.

    Of course, the implicit problem here is that I am expecting my love to be appreciated while drunk. But what is actually happening is that the love is being confused with coherence. Thus, while my brain is formulating the following concept: “Shauny is a swell blogger. I like coming to her site to read her latest travails and triumphs,” my mouth is likely to utter the following under alcoholic duress:

    “Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawnee, sit lap, blog bloggarrrrrrrrrr, come baby, no no no, I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuvvv you, read wotzat sentence say? You’re soooooooooooooooooooo beauuuuuuuuuuuuuutiful.”

    Any rational person would, of course, run away. What’s needed, methinks, is a Babel Beer Tower.

  34. Hehe 🙂 Thanks guys.

    There’s actually 549 entries, but I have yoinked 49 of them back to Draft mode because of unhappiness with entry quality, panic attack, paranoia, etc.

  36. yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

    good work on the job, cosmopolitans, tree and all round ethos.

    a very merry christmas and wonderful 2003 to the magnificent shauny.

    we love yooooooou!

    and all i’ve had is a jarrah instant cafe latte (just add water for a luscious delight with a hint of vanilla) that i pilfered from my boss’s stash …

  42. Merry x-mas, Shauna!

    You are so cute! I bet you’re lovely to get good and silly with when you’ve had a few…

    Watch out for those trees.

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