New Corporate Headquarters: Fiddling On The Roof
Well, another week, another visit to the future headquarters of the Spatula Publishing Conglomerate.
Seems since the last visit some fuckers have decided to start building the roof and laying some roof tiles. Smart move, I say.
Real men don’t need safety fencing around the edge of the roof when they be tiling. Just sayin’.
When do the squatters move in and steal all your bathroom fittings?
It’s coming along nicely. Seems like two weeks ago you only had a dunny and some dirt happening.
Real men don’t wander namby pamby through a construction site to take photos for an over-rated blog, either.
I’m thinking of heading out there one day to lay some cable myself.
That front room is enormous. Big enough to put a car in I’d say.
Don’t forget to take photos, Rob.
Rebecca: Not sure, when can you come around?
corym: Yeah, even I’m fucking surprised how quickly it’s coming along. I think we’re moving in on Sunday.
Kempy: Eh, I was there with permission. My blog may be over-rated, but you’re gay and at least my blog has content.
Deep Thinker: That’s good, cos I’m planning on sleeping in the garage.
Ain’t no real men in Victoria then. Have you seen those namby-pamby WorkSafe ads they’ve just put up in the trains? I’m guessing it’s illegal to work without those barriers on the roof.
Given that the new corporate headquarters was funded with entirely with (mainly) money from less-than-legitimate sources, and I only employ illegal immigrants to work on my construction sites, I don’t think they should be complaining and carping on about “MR BOSSMAN, SAFETY EH?”.