I’d love to say “small packages” but I’m not really small, weight wise…

This week I’ve had a few surprise visits from people online who’ve heard I’m at Aqua now.  Some of them I’d met before, briefly, others I’d only interacted with online.  What’s prominent in most of the people I meet in person for the first time is their surprise at my size.

Based on my musings of today, at my new job:

• Know: it’s hard, but try as hard as you can to NOT walk into the concrete pillar in front of an open office of Developers
• Simultaneously: don’t forget about that bloody step in the kitchen that you tripped over twice already
• The kettle: is pretty godamned hot, remember that
• Ordering stationary: a bit of a mind fuck
• Expectations: have none, any you do have will either be eliminated the minute you’re through the door, or exceeded by lunch time
• New faces: you’ll recognize some, remember none of their names

I remember the first time I ever heard of a man called Mandela.  I was watching Kideo on TV and the kitchen radio was going crazy with the news of this man’s release.  I wasn’t quite sure who had tied him up or why, but my nanny Lizzy had tears in her eyes and while rubbing both my head and her tear-stained cheeks, she told me that it meant black people would now be free.  And that white people would be even more free, not having to lie about where they were from when abroad.  Of course, I didn’t understand how or even why this man Mandela was going to free everybody just like that, especially when everybody already looked pretty free to me, walking around without ropes and handcuffs.

I managed to get hold of the clip.  Yay!

Have a listen here.