Waiting for the suds...

Ever felt you're waiting for the suds?

Well, here I am on a cyber soapbox and it's time to lather up and start rubbing my cyber paws together... is there a point? Well... you might be standing next to the photocopier waiting for it to burp out flying paper as your thoughts dance in places far from the smell of toner... and you notice that you're wearing two different shoes which you hadn't noticed when you birthed them from the wardrobe that very morning... after 150 copies, paper de-flowered with toner, you notice that you've printed off something which only warranted one page not 500 (the coffee cup stain is the giveaway)... and then you bash and tease buttons to get it to stop... but it continues to burp delightedly and paper continues to shoot out... and you look at your watch and realise you've still got seven hours and thirty five minutes to go.

And then you ask... what was I doing here again? And as you copy the piece of information that needs 500 copies, the question gets bigger. And you find your puppy, all cute and gnawing has somehow transformed into a honking, great rhinoceros. All horn and no tail... well, not one that's wagging anyway...

So, where were we, and where do we want to be? Big, horny (not in the naughty sense!) question. Prefer the puppy myself, it's only got little teeth.