I was late for work today again. Watched the most unimaginative and boring tennis game ever in the history of Grand Slam quarterfinals, Sharapova vs. Petrova. And although I root for Shara who eventually won in a suffocating 2 setter, if she doesn’t spice up her game I will root for someone else! What an empty threat, lol.
With all honesty though, I root for her dad more than I do for her! He’s such a character, Yuri Sharapov. I imagine myself in the girl’s place (yeah right, especially in that blue dress), and my dad in his – I’d love to see my daddy in some serious courtside action! By the end of the game the only people on the stadium Yuri didn’t curse or give the finger (or at times the whole arm) to were himself and his daughter. Such a show, thanks to the camera operators who zoomed on Yuri whenever his precious girl scored. Shara didn’t disappoint in the vocal department though. What a screamer! And here is the outcome:  In the office reality hit the Cat with vengeance. According to the new tender bulletin I just got, I will have to recalculate the whole bid! And this stupid thing is due tomorrow (recalculated, printed, signed, stamped, copied, packed, sealed, delivered to Ras Laffan). My boss is in Abu Dhabi. I am alone. My day suddenly got a little darker and unfortunately I can’t procrastinate any longer. O Tender, my Tender, here I come! (Yeah, yeah, I did watch “Dead Poets Society" last week). Meow |
Time to roll up your sleeves and get back to work. Don't worry you will survive.