Tuesday, 29 May 2007


Hi people,

I have been working on Thursdays for about three months in a job where the other person who works on the other days leaves on maternity leaves tomorrow. I applied for the position for when she was on leave.

I was told today that they wanted to job share the position. I heard a rumour that this was the case and I convinced myself that I would get the majority of the position, especially as I already know next to everything.

I got one day a week.

I feel dreadful,

Your depressed and dispirited friend,


Monday, 7 May 2007


Songs and Frogs

The Drover's Dream,
aust trad. anon.

One night while travelling sheep, me companions lay asleep
There was not a star to illuminate the sky,
I was dreaming, I suppose, for my eyes were nearly closed
When a very strange procession passed me by.

First there came a kangaroo with his swag of blankets blue
A dingo ran beside him for a mate;
They were travelling mighty fast, and they shouted as they passed
"We'll have to jog along, it's getting late."

The pelican and the crane, they came in from off the plain
To amuse the company with a Highland Fling
The dear old bandicoot played a tune upon his flute
And the native bears sat round them in a ring.

The drongo and the crow sang us songs of long ago
While the frill-necked lizard listened with a smile;
And the emu standing near with his claw up to his ear
Said, "Thats the funniest thing I've heard for qutie a while."

The frogs from out the swamp where the atmosphere is damp
Came bouding in and sat upon the stones;
They each unrolled their swags and produced from out their bags
The Violin, the banjo and the bones

The goanna and the snake and the adder wide awake
With the alligator danced "The Soldier's Joy."
In the spreading silky oak the jackass cracked a joke
And the magpie sand, "The Wild Colonial Boy,"

Some brolgas darted out from the tea-tree all about
And performed a set of Lancers very well.
Then the parrot green and blue gave the orchestra its cue
To strike up "The Old Log Cabin in the Dell."

I was dreamin, I suppose, of these entertaining shows
But it never crossed my mind I was asleep;
Till the Boss beneath the cart woke me up with such a start
Yelling, "Dreamy, where the hell are all the sheep?"