Miss Understandings

The last 2 weeks have been pretty awful. I'm vying with Iasonas for who can work more hours - I've worked at least 4 hours on every single day of 2007 so far. As usual, I'll get through things somehow, I'm just not sure exactly how, or what state my head will be in at that point. So apologies to several people I've been largely ignoring the last couple of weeks - Sunday is the day, I promise.

One thing which has helped is, after a rubbish 12-hour day at work, tracking this down - that certainly cheered me up this evening. As did her dress - I wasn't paying full visual attention to the TV when it was on, and I hadn't noticed the bottom third of it!

The other little grins that have got me through the last few days include :

Which kind of mustard? We've got Dijon or French.

What type of cheese? There's swiss, cheddar or tasty cheese.

Oh, is that what the meeeeeeeemo meant?

There's that annoying American counterintuitive phrase too, "I could care less," that I've started to notice quite a bit this week.

And finally, just over the road from work is one of the Australian Open practice grounds - haven't seen anyone I recognised yet. As it's mostly been populated by women, all either identikit Russians or identikit Chinese, I haven't much of a hope. We're also only about 200m from Lleyton Hewitt's house in Melbourne - no sleep lost over not seeing him around, though.

As I Mean To Go On?

I hope not. I've been into the office every single day of 2007 so far.

Much as with last year, January's going to be a bit of a hideous month, although with the following three saving graces :

(a) we're due to finish a very big chunk of work on 19/01, rather than 27/01 like last year.
(b) I can have the Net scoreboard for the Australian Open on while I'm working this year.
(c) one of the lead accountants has tickets for the tennis on 20/01 (as do I!) so she's all for making sure we're finished on 19/01!

I reached my 2-month anniversary yesterday. In many ways, it's been quite a hard 2 months (not least understanding the jarringly different regulatory rules here in Oz), but I'm enjoying myself, even if not quite as much as I'd like to be.