motivation and other great tools

i remember when i was seven, i commenced working weekends with my Father as his "bricky labourer" (generous title for a seven year old)
my role entailed the following:
setting "marenda" (Croatian morning tea/brunch) consisting of: gherkins, pate, salami, coffee, bread
preparing lunch: sandwiches, left overs and coffee
shoveling random bits of sand to random areas
passing bricks
making sand castles
packing up the lunch box and tools

i worked with my Father whenever I didn't have any sports obligations and up until i began going through puberty, gaining the attention of men of the job site (finally i started looking more like a lady and less like a little boy) ....... puberty finally kicked in at 17.............

during those years i picked up many traits from my Father and learnt many valuable lessons, ie: don't put a cat in the concrete mixer; rabbits are NOT friends with bricks; track suit pants on 35 degree days are not ok; it's never too early for beer and never too late for coffee; never burn your bridges; portaloos are disgusting - hold on till you get home; and always ALWAYS eat bread with your meals - carbs ARE your friend

i also learnt how to construct mortadella sandwiches whilst driving

the most important thing i learnt though, or rather inherited from the Father was his work ethic.

yesterday i wanted to do horrible things to lazy people.

perhaps it's the WAAAAA mentality? hmmm, not too sure.

there were thre of us in the orifice yesterday...yes THREE. for the most part of the day my co-workers spent large portions of their time on facebook. the rest of the time was spent eating, talking, taking "tea breaks" and staring at the wall.

i am quite staunch when i am in charge, so i felt a little odd yesterday. i delegated as much as i thought was within my role and spent the rest of the day finding odd jobs for myself to do, hinting to my co workers to join in. alas, they did not.
let me paint a picture of my day for you...

yesterday i:

worked on the gardens
sang to my tomato plants
cleaned out a tattooooooo guys room
did NOT look through his pornos
went to the post office and sang to the ladies that work there and then impersonated tom jones with"its not unusual to be loved by everyone..."
did NOT stare or giggle at the aborigine midget
filed
filed
filed
filed
filed
cleaned rooms
drove around leonora in my toyota hilux

to give you an idea of how angry i was with the sloths i work with, allow me to reconstruct motivating sentences which were emitted from their mouths when i asked them to do stuff:
yeah, i will help, just let me finish creating my ultimate dream team on the internet
not right now, i am playing solitaire
salad? no, i was thinking should i get a sausage roll or meat pie
no, that half an hour i spent looking for lunch, that wasn't actually my lunch break
no you can't email stats to head office right now because i am msn messaging my friend in london
what? clean? why? its dusty here anyway because of the mine...
but we work in the office, why would we water the gardens? i might get dirty

i suppose at the end of the day i shouldn't REALLY complain. they are paying me well just for being here, however i still feel obliged to beat the crap out of them.

i suppose i feel sorry for the boss. she's similar to me but nice.
in saying that i mean, too nice to her employees - but she knows her shit.

what to do what to do.................can't wait to tell you how today goes cyber land.

joy