Wednesday, April 25, 2007

"Sort Your Fuckin' Life Out, Mate!"

Wholly unexpectedly, the above title (and one of the many righteous quotes from Shaun of the Dead) has become my mantra these last few days. I've needed a great deal more organisation in my life. In fact, on my binder, I've written, "What happened to your hand, man?" which is the next line after the above title and while seemingly meaningless, reminds me of its predecessor without using such filthy, profane language. (I know my blog readers can handle it, though - you're made of tougher stock.) I was afraid that a client or guest might come read my mantra over my shoulder, and that would be no good. I don't have 10 years of brainwa... I mean, training, at the Confed for nothing!

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