can't think of anthing more boring

 

and you wonder why?????

 

Actually, neither can I.

My sister-in-law is married to a pro golfer and he can't understand why I never play with him. I don't have the heart to tell him that he plays one of the most boring games in the world for a living.

The only thing worse than a golf bore is a wine bore.

I get to work with plenty of both - aren't I lucky?

 

LOL...reminds me of those kids who had to move their desks in front of the teacher.

 

the social life of a dentist....wine and golf ( and a spot of tennis)


you think I socialise with dentists????????

 

I knew I liked you for a reason Greg!

 

thats coz you're online allthe time or off to get daddy lunch or a coffe for yerself

 

who's Greg?????

 

Some of the stuffed shirts on my floor freak out if they see me in boardies and a t-shirt.

And I'm not talking about at work here (although that's what I'm wearing today because I've got no-one to see and only boring stuff on my desk to do ).

 

Huh? Must have your name confused with someone else...whoops

 

imagine if her post output was able to be heard - Daddy would freak out!

 

my first ever job was with a bloke who turned up to work in his boardies and windsurfer and hit the beach once work was over during summer. Listened to JJJ at work, and my job interview was all about the best beer, best pub and who can drink the most...classic!


I used to have a jet ski and rocked up to work with it summer times and knocked off at 3.00 to hit the beach. I listen to JJ at work but i always wear a shirt and tie.

 

Oh, that's right.

Sorry Arthur - brain lapse there.

Thanks Kall.

 

heh heh, we started in a similar fashion.

My first boss as a snotty nosed articled clerk had it absolutely wired. Only worked four days a week - Wednesday was golf day (typical ). On the days he worked he didn't come in until 10am because he hated peak hour traffic. Left at 4.30pm for the same reason. Only saw clients at the start and finish of each case - the hard graft was done by me and another clerk. Owned the building our office was in and collected rent from the restaurant downstairs (which also fed him) and fees from the billboard on the roof (try $100K a year). He was one of the first to start property developing the central coast courtesy of a real estate mate up there who tipped him into all the deceased estates. Sold his practice and retired at 50. Bastard (although funnily enough, one of the best blokes you'll ever meet). My job interview consisted of a chat about my previous job as a cellarman in a pub and where I enjoyed surfing on the south coast.

 

I give praise to anyone who makes their money outside their chosen profession. I'm a sharemarket player......hoping that this will be my road to retirement.

 

Just heard Michael Parkinson on the radio describing golf as a game of personal grief. How true!

AMG, I have witnessed 3 dentist friends go through the worst (or best -- depends on perspective ) mid life crises ever. Take care!

 

Timbo,if you think I'm gonna get a Hog once mid life crisis hits....forget it, I won't get that deeply afflicted.

By the way your OT (just had to get that one in)

 

What's the topic??!!

 

Haunted cars dummy! Are you thick or what?

 

 

That's a TOPIC!!!???

 

yeah, you got a problem with that?