Right that's it

I'm off to lose some golf balls.

Gamekeeper turned poacher

In a previous job I was on the side of the great and the good. I was part of the change control police making sure that our software environments were kept safe from the sworn enemies of change controllers everywhere, the developers. Now I'm a developer and am doing battle with the change control system which will not let me do my job. I need to make a simple one line change but have to check out the whole feking system to do it. Of course I can't check out the whole feking system 'cos it's checked out by other feking developers. I know this because the other feking developers were in the same predicament earlier in the week and I had the bit of software hey needed checked out. There must be easier ways to make a living, alligator juggling for example.

An oversized head and a stiff, fat shaft

That's what I need. Get your mind out of the gutter, I'm talking about buying a new golf club. Bloody sauce!

You laughing at me?

As I was getting ready for work this morning I heard a noise from Sam's room. Assuming that he had just woken up I went in to see him. He turned over, opened his eyes, looked at me, laughed at me and went back to sleep. Strange kid!