Our colleague who moved to Paris left the above message on our communal white board. Translation, anyone? All the French speakers kebetulan not in the office today and all the free online translators don’t seem to work.
The new Boss#3 arrived today. The girls are a-twitter that he’s good looking. He has nice eyes, I give him that, but that’s not surprising when you’re Iranian. The airline he flew in with from Sudan managed to lose all his luggage. I can’t help but wonder if what he’s wearing is several days old or did he nip to KLCC for emergency supplies. He seems ok… a bit intense and abrupt but it’s early days yet. Now we’re wondering how he’ll take to us inviting him to Rum Jungle for Boss#3’s going away party.
Stinky and I finally located where the new apartment’s pool was. We went to several floors before finding it. All I can say is WOW. It seems to be Olympic sized and there are BBQ pits and tennis courts beside it. I can’t wait to move in. Hell, who wouldn’t? I wish we could get started on the minor renovations we want to do but until all defects have been sorted out, no can do. Sigh. This is very bad for someone as impatient as me. I had wanted to move in before mom makes a visit in July. With 3 bedrooms, it would be possible to hide somewhere and not see The Ret sucking up to mater. Sigh.