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When tickets to the World Cup went on sale, Shaun and I decided that we didn’t need to attend any games. We said we’d already had our taste of footie at the Confederations Cup Semi Final and that it would be better on TV anyway.
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…if you believe the flippen awesome t-shirt and pack of goodies that arrived at my offices today:

It was sent by RSAWEB, who it seems, know geeks pretty well. I’ve always said “Give a blogger a t-shirt and he’ll be your friend for life”, now can you imagine getting a t-shirt, a badge AND a sticker!?! It’s like Geek Christmas!

Wow, whoever you great people at RSAweb are, however you found me – you rock the party man.

I am deepy, deeply ashamed, I am such a useless excuse for a blogger. Recently I have met quite a few people who have said they read my blog. My first thought is always “Well, thats 3 minutes of your life you will never get back!”. I honestly think what I write here is the biggest load of fluff and marvel that people actually want to read it. I use that to justify not making the effort to blog regularly – “My blog has nothing valuable to add so it doesn’t matter when I write”… right?

Wrong! This week I realised that as much as I blog for myself, I actually do have readers and its really unfair of me to not give a crap. If consumate bloggers like @Exmi & @Shebeegee actually make an effort to read this blog, If my sister Ilse, who doesn’t read any other blogs, comes here regularly to check if I have updated, If my new and old colleagues are able to take time out of their insanely busy days to mosey on through here – who the hell am I to neglect it?

And, if this wasn’t enough to make me hang my head in shame, the overwhelming sense of guilt I have for having worked at Quirk for 2 months and not blogged once on GottaQuirk (Quirk’s blog)  should do the trick. I have a feeling that Kat, the awesome QuirkStar who looks after GottaQuirk, was pretty darn excited when I joined, as I’m a blogger already so I’m sure she envisaged a flood of great articles from me. I am such a chop, I’ve let her down too.

Oh well, enough feeling sorry for myself. I’m not going to promise anything, except to say I’m going to try my best to write here and on GottaQuirk more often. So, if you like reading my blog – that’s good news. If you dont like it? Well… that was 3 minutes of your life you’ll never get back!

I love to act like a 5 year old with ADD sometimes. When my boss sends around emails asking if anyone wants to attend a conference, instead of the standard: “I would love to be included, many thanks” I always reply “oohh OOOH… PICK MEEEE!” and copy the whole department in. I’m famous for bucking the corporate trend and calling everyone “dude” and telling suppliers they “rock the party that rocks the party” in official emails. It’s just me, and people always comment on how refreshing it is. But as with every 5 year old with ADD, I’m not always cute. I also have my spoiled brat moments and though they are infrequent and mostly in private, they happen.

Like now for instance: My amazing and very hardworking boyfriend and partner in crime, Shaun Custers, is down in Cape Town as we speak, blogging the Standard Bank Pro20 final. Through his passion for cricket & social media and his awesome new venture – SA Cricket Blog – he was chosen by Standard Bank as the only Gauteng blogger to travel to the final and live blog it. And very deservedly so – he has been really committed to blogging the Pro20 games this season.

“Woah, hold on a minute!” you may be saying “but don’t you work for Standard Bank?”.
Yes. I do, and the Achiever Box at the final is a part of my biggest, and most favourite campaign to date (www.standardbank.co.za/achiever), one I have been working on non-stop since July last year. But in these “tough economic times” (gawd, I hate that term!) budgets are tight and the Bank can’t just be sending people off on Weekends in Cape Town, that would be irresponsible and unfair to our customers. I understand that and as a customer myself, fully support it.

Well, the 25 year old me does. The ADD stricken 5 year old inside is whining; “but it’s MY campaign… why can’t I be there…whyyyyyy mommmmeeeee!?!?!”. As I sit here alone in my study with the sound of my annoying neighbours in the background instead of seagulls and a smog-laden Johannesburg my view instead of “the Mountain”, the 5 year old is winning the battle.

I know I’m being a spoiled brat – I have had more awesome opportunities in the last year than Shaun has had in his whole life. I am very very happy for him and even more proud of him.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not pouting. And boy, am I pouting!