LaQuisha

So gay, it's off the rainbow
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7 June 2005 - 4:08pm -- LaQuisha

And here's a preview of upcoming topics...

  1. little and often, the art of smoko
  2. surviving open plan offices
  3. the sanctity of the the sick day
  4. a little help from your friends, the coffee klatch
  5. what to do about irritating colleagues, or, revenge is a dish best served cold
  6. headphones are a girls best friend
  7. better living through chemistry
  8. the exit strategy
  9. looking good at the day job
  10. strategies for public transport, or, don't make eye contact
  11. so you've locked yourself in the stairwell
  12. Even big cities have back roads, ways to avoid grid-lock
  13. so you forwarded a smutty email to a client by mistake
  14. note paper isn't just for notes, teach yourself origami at your desk

 

Road Trip V

18 May 2005 - 4:08pm -- LaQuisha

Next stop is Greytown, where I discover "Bon Bon", handbag and costume jewellery store. These pictures are worth thousands of words, as I was left speechless...
                           
Then we stopped for something to drink, and I went in search of the Greytown memorial archway (which I didn't find). But I did find "Heart of Glass" gift store. I was looking for some aromatherapy products and I quipped that lavender is natures Valium and the nice store lady tells me that the parents of baby boomers in the Wairarapa have had all had hysterectomies and actually were on Valium. She thought it would be more straight-forward to put Valium in the town water supply.
We also talked at length about the many fault lines through Wellington. She tells her daughter never to use lifts. Also she had her tsunami escape rout planned. Obviously she has given this a lot of thought
Then we all piled into the car and headed back to sunny Wellington.
On the way home Architect admits that if you put your foot on the break and the accelerator at the same time you can take your foot off the break and smoke it up. She may have made a bit of rubber fly off.
There's a little Bogan in all of us.

Road Trip IV

16 May 2005 - 11:28am -- LaQuisha

So we get to Martinborough. I get in trouble for mentioning the Amex while ordering; I was just checking with Husband that we had paid the last bill. I know it is uncouth to discuss ones financial position in public, but it is even more uncouth to have a transaction declined.
We feast on a lovely Mediterranean platter with lashings of grilled Houlomi cheese.
I highly recommend "A Taste of Martinborough".

Road Trip III

15 May 2005 - 4:04pm -- LaQuisha

 

 Husband knows how to find a back road down to the most beautiful lake. All he and our architect friend can talk about is A: How quiet it is here, and B: How much money they could make by buying the land. I do hope they realise that subdividing the land will most likely make it a wee bit noisier.

God save us all from property developers (unless, of course I am the one doing the development)

Actually, while I'm on it do people realise how deadly boring it is to hear about mortgages, equity, debt to asset ratio etc...

Saints preserve me; husband and architect are capable of quacking on about capital gains, the difference between 200k and 300k, rates and insurance. I am soooo bored. And tapping this into my Palm Treo 600 is a moving car is making me feel unwell. I suppose they are enjoying themselves. I'm not. 

 

Road Trip II

10 May 2005 - 3:51pm -- LaQuisha

After dropping the Alfa off at the panel beater in Wainui' and we took the rental for a jaunt up to Martinborough.

My sojourn in Wainui' must have affected me more than I realised as at one point during the drive to Martinborough I found myself screaming at Husband: "Floor it, darling, floor it!"

This seems like a good point to have a moan about Tory European—who will now be known as Hoary European. They won't invoice and there is no coffee machine in their offices. They didn't even have a courtesy car for me. The whole point of having a luxury car is receiving luxury service. Otherwise why pay top dollar for specialist parts and labour?

'Mercedes Star' is better but they sold lots of the special tools for working on Alfa's to Hoary old Tory European.

There's nothing I like more than a scenic drive and a good moan about my 'luxury problems' 

Road Trip I

9 May 2005 - 2:25pm -- LaQuisha

 

 You may recall that the Alfa was sideswiped while parked in Kelburn. Well, it turns out that there is an excellent panel beater in Wainuiomata who we shall call Mr D.

I know that my fixation with high performance motor vehicles is thoroughly unfeminine, but; Lady Penelope drives and armour plated limousine with built-in machine guns. A modern woman may do as she pleases.

Anyway, dear heart, if it were not for Mr D's excellent reputation I would not dream of setting foot in 'Wainui' (for my international audience I must explain that Wainuiomata is a singularly unfashionable suburb, it is—mercifully—segregated from Wellington proper by the 'Wainui' hill road).

So, husband hires a newish Ford Holden (I know!) and we trundle over the 'Wainui' Hill in convoy to drop La Alfa off at Mr D's.

Afterwards we pop into to see Ms L. who is house-sitting for elderly friends of the L. family.

The house had quite the most indescribable interior. Happily I had my Palm Treo 600 camera-phone with me so I am able to share these photos with you... 

 

Catch

18 April 2005 - 4:04pm -- LaQuisha

So, I'm at a sushi bar—the kind with a conveyer belt—when little Miss Blonde Vegetarian comes in and makes Asian Miss point out each and every vegetarian option as they pass on the conveyer belt. Then she plucks off each and every veggie dish and assembles them before her. Announcing after each one 'this looks vegetarian's. Maybe she will try a different restaurant next time. One that doesn't specialise in fish.

Public Transport

18 April 2005 - 4:04pm -- LaQuisha

So it turns out that the 23 Houghton Bay at quarter past 8 is the retards bus. I know that is a frightful thing to call a complete stranger. But when this complete stranger is drooling on your shoulder slurring "hullo! Hullo!" retard is definitely one of the milder adjectives to cross my mind.

I know that public transport is trés chic amongst many of Wellingtons leftist intelligentsia. But I swear that five minutes on my bus will have you begging to be driving to work.

Although the one wearing the disco cowboy hat gets ten out of ten from me.

High Rise

12 April 2005 - 4:04pm -- LaQuisha

While being driven to LQ HQ by my lovely husband this morning I saw the damndest thing!

Someone (no doubt a naughty student of Victoria University of Wellington, which is just down the road), has managed to put a shopping trolley from the New World on top of the bus stop sign.

This is really an amazing feat, as the nearest supermarket is miles away. Not to mention the effort required to lift the trolley into place.

I just wanted to share. Oh, and God bless my new Palm Treo 600 with camera phone, the future is today.

Bless  

 

Jaffa

9 April 2005 - 4:04pm -- LaQuisha

After a very successful day at Iko Iko I was at home with my dear friend and publicist to the drag kings watching "Romy and Michelle's high school reunion" when I lost a Jaffa. The wayward Jaffa managed to melt all over my petticoat. Damn. 

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