My brain is a barrel of monkeys

Yes, I am a slack bastaro. It has been quite a while since I have posted.

So here ya' go Willain!

Let's see, what has happened since the last little insight into my existence....

1. Mr & Mrs Biggs have brought into the world the lovely little joybubble I am going to call CJ.
She's a beautiful little girl, ten fingers and toes, Mr Biggs' ears and Mrs Biggs' nose! In the little time i've spent with the Aussie family Biggs, she's be the quietest, most content little baby i've ever been around. Ma & Pa Biggs seem quite proud of their achievement, and so they should be!
They are a rock-show supreme! They make me feel honoured to be part of their group of friends. As much as they have their trials and tribulations, they are one of the strongest unit I have ever seen. And now with little CJ they are even stronger. It is amazing sweet watching Mr Biggs nursing his little girl and Mrs Biggs just seems to naturally be "mother-material"! You guys rock so ferking much and I have nothing but love and respect for the family Biggs.

2. The amazing and vibrant Miss Willian, has been and gone. Both happy and sad. She (and Mr Biggs) pull off the ultimate surprise on Anzac day. We were all going to the Biggs residence to talk to Willian in Scotland on the ol' computer video thingy. We get their for breakfast and instead of video conferencing, Willian is their in the flesh! Possibly the best kept secret since the girl in the "Crying Game". So with much hugs and smiles and laughs, we ended up talking to Princess Ems and Nickyboy in San Fran on the 'puter! The magic of technology! It was like the old times...well sort of, but it was great all the same. Then all too soon, out little gypsy was off again. Thank you soooo very much for the time you spent with us Willian, you are never far from our thoughts! And know this, like the bumper sticker, "girls can do anything!"

3. I have been made redundant at work. The company I work for has decided to centralise their operations to the head office in another city. This means myself and my team of five, no longer have a job. It's not like we are under-performing, we are thest best team in the country. We have just had a record sales month, we have the lowest out-standing debts in the country and we have had the largest percentage growth of any of the states. We have two months until they no longer require us. This is causing a great deal of problems. My team are now taking time off to look for new jobs and their motivation is starting to dramatically slide. As their supervisor, this is causing me a fuck load of problems and stress. I sympathyse with them (I'm losing my job too!!), but any problems, from mistakes and poor performance, are mine to resolve. I am also the "go-to-guy" for the other departments and management when there is a problem. And they seem to be panicing and throwing a lot more at me while they still can. The whole branch is totally demoralised. The international company I work for has a great ethic and some really great practises. But with a new national MD, and a cabal of entrenched middle-management at our head-office, there have been some really upsetting and disrespectful decisions made. During this whole process, neither the branch manager, nor my direct boss were consulted. In fact my boss (the State sales manager) was overseas on holidays when this decision was made and then implemented. There may be some viable economic reasons behind this whole debacle,but what really disappoints me is the disrespect and utter disregard that head-office has for both the redundant staff and those still employed. I have been offered a role at head-office for a whole $3000 more a year. My fucking redunacy package is worth around $15000 before tax! Fuck them and the horse they rode in on! If I'm moving to another city, it's on my terms!
So now I'm in that little quandry of what to do next. I have the most awesome group of friends here. But I'm feeling the need to move to other places. I have burnt a few bridges here too, unfortunately. I have a girlfriend here too (Miss Jane), she has a good job here and we haven't been going out that long. So I can't really ask her to move just for me. Though this also feels like something I need to do solo. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. A new start, with new musical possibilties is enticing. I have lived in the same town for nearly all of my life too. I am starting to find a few more white hairs....

With reference to the title of this post "My brain is a barrel of monkeys". I was having a conversation with Miss Jane. She was feeling a little down and I was trying to cheering her up. I was explaining the mental paths I seems to take when trying to get myself out of a downer. Sometimes my head seems a little scattered to people, but sometimes I come out with some serious and insightful shit. I explained it that my brain is a barrel of monkeys. Remember the game? http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00000IWHE/002-4067942-2589622?v=glance It all fits in one container, but when the monkeys are all spread around it looks very confusing. If you try, you can get them all to link up in one chain. Then you can but them back in the one container. A lot like my brain really.... full of monkeys!!

There's probably some other important stuff i've missed but it's late so WAAAAA!!

Rock on you crazy kids - 'specially our non-Brisvegasites.

Quack.