She's a hell of a way to get a job.

I recently caught up with a couple of friends of mine who had been living out of the country for ten years, but are now back.

They have been back for some time but this was the first time I'd seen them.

'Have you heard how I got my job?' Asked the female-half of the couple.

I hadn't. And now I have, well, it's just too good not to share.

She was returning for a flying visit in order to get some work and had jacked up two days' worth of back-to-back meetings. She was about a third of they way through them, when she had an interview at a workplace she really liked. Thought it was great and really wanted to work there.

The guy who was interviewing her asked her who she was seeing next, and she told him.

She's sitting in her next meeting when the woman who was interviewing her mobile phone rings, she answers it, then promptly hands the phone to my friend saying, 'It's for you.'

It was the guy from her previous meeting asking if she would consider coming back for a second meeting after she'd finished with her current one!

I've heard of creative ways of getting a job, but it's the first time I've heard of creative ways of securing an employee.

You got to applaud it, don't you?

Russian Roulette

Today I was dashing across the road and my phone made a break for freedom. It jumped out of my bag and landed on the road.

Right in front of the oncoming traffic.

I watched and waited for its imminent death.

One car. Straight over the top.

It missed!

Second car. Surely it's going to be taken out now.

Straight over the top again!

This is almost funny. Here comes the third car, surely my phone shall be exploded this time.

Straight. Over. The. Top.

I got the trifecta!

Phone is now drugged and grounded. Me? I'm off to buy to buy a lotto ticket.

Move over, Coco Chanel.

And a few more Tuesday gems for you from the glorious People of Walmart. I think this photo is so outstanding because she looks like she's so proud of being in her jim jams. (Those are her jim jams, aren't they?)

And I love this as it goes to show what an inspiration Marge Simpson continues to be around the world.

Yike Bike

I had a go on one of these last week. I was a little bit nervous and wobbly to begin with, but managed to stay on board and emerge from the experience having not made a complete arse of myself in front the guys who invented it.

They can go up to twenty kilometres an hour, the battery lasts for about ten kilometres and they weigh about ten kg and when they're all rolled up they just look like a big handbag.



I have to say, if you see four of them coming towards you at one time, you do feel like you're trapped in some type of futuristic film. I told the guys this and they said they were working on getting lasers to shoot out of the handle bars.

P.S I started writing this post last night and then saw this morning that the bike has made Time Magazine's Top 50 inventions for 2009, coming in at number fifteen.

Bloody good old Kiwi ingenuity, eh?

When political giants meet.

I was listening to National Radio this morning and I heard this headline:

'New Zealand Prime Minister John Key has met with a top member of the United States cabinet ahead of the Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation summit in Singapore at the weekend.'

And then I heard this:

'Mr Key met with Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner for an hour upon arrival in Singapore on Thursday night, saying a wide range of topics was discussed, from climate change to the US economic recovery.'

So they say they discussed a wide range of topics - from climate change to the US economic recovery. So exactly in what depths were these topics discussed?

Timothy Geithner: 'Jarrrrrhnnnn!'

John Key: 'Tum!'

Shake hands enthusiastically.

Timother Geithner: 'Buddy!'

John Key: 'Maaaaate!'

Timothy Geithner: 'How's the weather been down in Nuuu Zeeeland, Jarhnboy?'

John Key: 'Shut. How's your economy, Tum?'

Timothy Geithner: 'Fucked.'

John Key: 'Guudo. Now, where's the buffet?'

The jumping gene strikes again.

I have spoken before of how some members of my family have been cursed by a rogue jumping gene.

My poor nephew, Master Sunshine, was suffering from a particularly nasty bout of it last weekend, it lashed out in full force. (There he is, the guy with no ground beneath his feet.)

Luckily this nasty dose of the jumping gene coincided with his Regional Skateboarding Championships, and he managed to turn the evil jumping gene's power to good - and he won.

*Aunt Laughy Hen gently bustles her feathers and quietly clucks proudly.*

Okay, I was not entirely right.

So there I was banging on yesterday, coming over all psychic-like,smugly predicting the front page of the Christchurch Press would have a photo of twenty-something drunken things behaving in a way they wished they hadn't at yesterday's races.

So this morning I was cancelling my free calling 0800psychic line when the front page carried no such photo. Nada. Not an iota.

But page three did have a shot of two men fighting and a woman falling over with her high heels in her hand. Funnily enough, I can't seem to find these shots online. But page five's shot was there. Thank you guys, I knew you were out there, somewhere.