action, satisfaction...

Congrats to Barrack Obama for beating John McCain to the White House. I wasn't following the elections, nor Obama's politics. But I'm a man of firsts, so hoorah! South Africa has always been ahead on transformation issues, maybe we'll have a woman president next. I think I'll campaign my friends to vote for a chick. It will definitely be a first; me campaigning, that is.

I put in my leave for the end of December today. It turns out I only need five working days, which pans out to 11 days off work. Hoorah... It's going to be a manic two weeks. I did a bit of audit on last month's spending, and discovered I spent over R1000 on booze. So I'm giving it up. The auditing, that is...

December is always madness, of course. With a few individuals returning to the city from overseas, and the possibility of having the house to myself while the lesbos are in Germany, add PartyM's farewell jol, and Deepdish, and it's lining up to be a bad-ass month. I don't know about New Year's Eve though, I haven't given it much thought.

The idiots next door are tugging at my tits though. They put up their Christmas lights last night, and I can't sleep with my curtains open anymore. The constant flashing of the lights was driving me nuts. Soon enough, the Shoprite/Checkers Christmas special ads will be tugging at my pubes. They never miss a beat, whichever holiday it is. Cretins...

I was about to publish this post when I got a call from Cell C. How they have my details, I don't know. They called me at work, nogel. But I doubt it was any Cell C rep, because the dude was asking too many questions. At first, he wanted to offer me a contract, which I declined. Then he started asking for my address at work and at home. WTF he need that for if I don't want what he offering?

So I declined again, but then he asked me which bank I bank with, at which point I laughed, and told him in no uncertain terms he was not getting any banking info from me. Then he asks me my salary, so I told him I'll hang up. He somehow convinced me to stay on the line, but I think I was just taking the piss at this stage. That when he asked for my bank details, so I asked him if he really works for Cell C, and the reply was a rather rude "click, beep, beep, beep". Cretins must think I'm as thick as pig shit...

Tonight is stay-at-home Friday. There's cricket on, but trust Jozi to spoil it for me. Word is weather is kak down there. If there's no cricket, what keeps me at home on a Friday night? Friday Action Night on ETV? Ya right...