My work
This is an example of what I have to assess at work. The drawing above is of, obviously, a building materials recycling facility in Sydney. Can't you tell?
I mean, it may happen to be a concrete crushing, metal grinding recycling plant smack bang in the middle of an industrial park, with planes flying over head and trucks and trains rumbling by each boundary of the property, but of course there will be ladies with handbags entering the building during a clear blue day. What's with the side entry - have they salvaged a recycled metal grate and propped it up as a door?
Anyways, politics mean this thing will get approved, I just know it.
Such is life in the bureaucracy. Ho hum.
I content myself with the fact that KT is about to be LATE 20s!! Hahahahahahahahaha!! Sucker.
posted by lil' bro at 7:28 PM
5 Comments:
you forgot to mention the boy racers
but then again in that kind of area it may be the only thing that fits
Bugger off - mid to late MID to late.
Hot Boss asked me if it was my thirtieth. He is dead to me.
KT, maybe he thinks you are too mature to be only MID to late...
Kiz, are we on for Fri? ~1pm?
Er... could someone tell me when KTs birthday is? As a friend, and allow me this, a good friend, I am feeling MOST remiss in not having a clue.
And, for the record, all good industrial areas have lay-dies with handbags. Otherwise there would be noone to mug!
27 March Tangles.
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