More Waiting-for-the-Fax-machine blogging

(Good suggestions aside - electrical devices working at 11kV or lower hold very little interest for me.)

Secret is that as long as I lurk at the fax machine, I can't be found at my desk and given more new tasks to do. Before you shake your head at me for being a slacker, My daily to do list is almost organic - it grows on a daily basis fed by the sunshine heating my (drowsy) cubicle and the water from the coffee spills. (I like my metaphor - I patiently wait for the biologists to taunt me)

So it's nice to see the pleasant summer sun return to Jozi. I seem to have picked up the habit of working until sunset and then driving home and forgetting if I had a bad day because the scenery is so pretty.

Which is a very pleasant idea until I realise that in order to maintain this picture-worth-1000-words habit I have to start working progressively later and later everyday as summer progresses.
The picture is one such picture snapped out the window next to my desk.

There is another chap who works late and he often catches me leaning out of my window like a loony trying to snap a sunset shot during his cigarette break. "Silly female woman" (shakes head)