Somehow, someway…

…the week is drawing to a close.

It feels like only yesterday that Monday dawned, and I stayed awake just about the whole evening.

Alas. The weeks is basically on it’s back, and I’m no closer to any resolution than I was yesterday or the day before or the day before.

Do have a bit of a yarn to share with you guys.

About a CEO.

Now we all know, CEO’s have a certain opinion of themselves. I suppose they can be humble people, but I have yet to meet one that was truly humble.

Every month, without fail, the CEO and all his buddies come up to JHB from CT to have a whole day meeting. Me, I would have declined the honour thank you very much. Just the thought of sitting in the same room with the same bunch of people for 8 hours, make my stomach turn and my eyelids droop!!

Yet, they still come. They eat and drink and laugh and decide the fates of their minions after eating copious amounts of biscuits and sweets and food.

The office is situated in a complex. With security measures in place. Meaning, you have to stamp your little parking card by the company you’re visiting.

Of course, one day Mr CEO was not in the mood to go and fetch his little parking card from his car before leaving. Reckons he will just SIGN it and they will let him out. Oh my. Sorry sir. We may kowtow to you, but the dudes at the security gate does, in fact, not have to, so they will indeed not just accept your signature. Said signature may be worth a few bucks in the company, but in the bigger scheme of things, meaning security guards at checkpoints, it does not mean much.

Today, the same bloke was there for yet another endless meeting. He hurries past me out the door on the way to the loo. And he left a little parcel behind. One of those that does not do the olfactory senses any good.

Shame.

CEO or no, still just a human.

Now, if we can only make HIM understand that, the world might be a better place!

On a sadder note. The kid got the results for his court appearance ability test today. And he did not make it. Second time. Poor young man is feeling very dejected. Reckons he’s a let-down. I don’t even know where he gets that from!! As if I will ever feel different about him, regardless of what he does! I mean. It’s your kid, not so? You love them regardless of how much they screw up or how much they don’t screw up. The love is the same, all the time. I’ll try my best to console him on Sunday when I see him, as well as tonight and tomorrow over the phone.

Poor boy. Send him good thoughts peeps – he can use them right about now.

And on that note folks, let me bid you adieu. Time to eat something, and then sleep a heck of a lot more than I did last night! Not that it was not entirely worth the droopy lids, but I’m not a spring chicken anymore. This old body needs some sleep – a matter that I will rectify very soon.

Wish me luck for the interview tomorrow – I can use all the good thoughts I can get!!

Long days and pleasant nights.