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Bust magazine is really fantastic…
I wish it came out once a month instead once (maybe?)
a season. This morning is inspired me to:
- not get out of bed until 8.15 (gasp!)
- wear my ultra baggy ultra-non-corporate
pants to work (gasp gasp!)
- think about starting a very cool,
non-sleazy, non-exploitative web site for women to buy “adult
products” from the privacy of their own homes -- now all I
need is a retail-type partner… hmmm.
About quarter of an
hour ago I was occupying my time and filling up my time sheet
by designing a kick ass organisational chart for our planning
meeting next week when I heard the front screen-door of the
office open.
I
should explain – our office is really just a tiny terrace
house in one of the smaller back streets of Fitzroy. We are
no where near a main road and the idea of passing customer
traffic is laughable. I stuck my head out of my door and met
Big-P in the corridor – he had heard the same thing.
"Did you just hear the front door
open?" I asked and next thing I know a very scary big
guy appeared out of the front meeting room. We loudly asked
him to get out – he said he wasn’t stealing anything and we
could have searched him if we wanted… Lil’Bro joined us and
the three of us just kind of walked towards him and continued
to tell him to get out. So he kind of backed out the front
door and ran away. Jeez – the number of times I’ve been here
on my own with the front door unlocked… Luckily there is really
only a computer in the front room – he’d have to be pretty
quick to nick that. I guess we should have called the police,
but really, they wouldn’t have given a shit – the number of
drug-related thefts in this area is so high. This kind of
occurrence is bordering on the every-day norm.
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