Employee of the Month

So there I was at the staff, ritual, TGIF morning tea stuffing my face with chocolate cake whilst calculating if I had enough time to wolf a few more bikkies and still photocopy a class set of EDTs ('ere do this') for next lesson when there was the tinkling of a glass being tapped with a teaspoon and the usual mutterings of disgruntled teachers faded to a sullen silence in anticipation of a few words of wisdom from the Boss.

"I would like to present the award for 'Employee of the Month...'
I crammed another mouthful, casting my eye around the room for someone looking hopeful.
".. to YOU!"
I spluttered, somewhat and sprayed the Boss with cracker crumbs.

As I've only been working there for two minutes, I wasn't even aware that we had an Employee of the Month Award so for sure my cries of 'so unexpected' etc were genuine. Not like those phonies on the Oscars who have been rehearsing their acceptance speech for months.

A scene from the Simpsons flashed before my eyes and I half expected Mr Burns to appear and present me with a baked ham. But no, a $100 David Jones gift voucher was my reward. Jim says he's seen a lovely saucepan in DJ that I can buy him.

I can only assume that so few employees make it to the end of the month that six weeks on staff gives me the edge.
:-)

Bollywood Delights

I've just come back from a cheery afternoon of watching 'The Merchants of Bollywood' at the Regal Theatre in Subiaco. It's a very colourful musical with lots of fidgety young people in bright costumes dancing to loud music. It was delightful and I loved every minute. The story? What story? Anyway, it didn't need a story. I danced all the way down Rokeby road to the train on the way home. Ok, that's a lie. If I danced like the cast for a mere five minutes I'd need to lie down for a week.

I went alone. Jim refused to accompany me. He said he had lots of sport to watch on TV. Ok, that's a lie too. He said he'd rather remove his own head with a rusty saw. That man just has no sense of fun.

I love Bollywood movies. Yes, they are formulaic but aren't most Hollywood movies too? You have to admire the energy. What's your view? Love 'em or hate 'em?

I'm off to buy a sari. You can check out the show here:

http://www.merchantsofbollywood.com.au/