I
said yesterday that I won’t be posting on this site again, but on second
thoughts, I will continue simply because it is easier to keep on than to start
all over. And if I have to fork out some dosh to post more pictures then so be
it.
OK that said what am I going to write
about tonight.
Work today was a bit of doddle,
patient wise that is. We only opened until 1400. But there was a lot of
paperwork. I don’t know if I have mentioned it before, that shortly we will
finally be switching from paper feels to computer based notes. It can’t happen
soon enough for me. I feel like I am working back in the dark ages, having to
hand write everything down. And I write badly enough to be a doctor. O when
will this grand transformation take place? Who knows!
I’ve worked in my current position for
two years and we’ve been going computer since before that. It is closer though
as we have for the last couple of months been pulling each and every file. Then
begin the boring task of sorting through it, discarding duplicates, collating
results and incoming mail and going on to the next one. Happy daze.
There is a good thing about not seeing
too many clients in that I can have National Radio New Zeeland’s all night
programme. Good to hear the familiar voices and her updated news and current
events.
Best of all today was a song that made
me laugh. Gerry and the Merito singing what was controversial at the time it
was released. My Old Man’s an All Black. It was a rugby tour to South Africa
when the Maori players were not allowed to go.
The song was
recorded in the Pukekohe Town Hall on a little tape recorder beside the stage,
and a plastic microphone. The worst recorded song of the many recordings they
did, but it sold the most copies. It included many comic asides such as "Fi
Fi Fo Fum, there's no Horis in this scrum."
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