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Jan 25


Posted by zookuki in website , Vodacom , vindication , SPAR , south africa , razzy awards , money , , hello peter , consumers , client service , call centres , bad service , ACCOUNTS


Yes, there should be a "Razzy Award" for service in South Africa.  I know that this would probably fall on the industry's deaf ears, but that's what not it's about, is it?  What consumers need more than anything is some sense of vindication for the time, money and effort wasted on bad service providers (not to mention loss of wit!) 

Jan 11

Money vs Meaning

Posted by zookuki in work , vocation , Richard Branson , money , dreams , choices


For the past two and a half years working for this company I've helplessly watched my job description regress invisibly from being a full-blown writer to the point where I am now making small proofing changes, copying and pasting crap and also retyping copy from pdf’s or web to word.

Aug 06

internet illiteracy and some other rants...

Posted by zookuki in the power of the internet , Social Networking , SEO marketing , passing fads , internet illiteracy , ignorance , EXCO , copy and paste , Communication


How do you explain this one?

So the rather large (and significant) financial services company I work for FINALLY decided to tap into social media.  Okay tapping is a bit of a hefty word, let's say we're, er, well sticking a finger into a room adjacent to a room with an old pc (DOS) in.  

Aug 06

3 strikes you're out

Posted by zookuki in tardiness in the workplace , professional courtesy , Momma used to say... , meeting schedules , forgetfulness , cancellations


just like forest gump...

My momma used to say that if someone treats me badly once it's probably their fault.  If it happens more than once, though, she said to look at myself 'cos the problem probably lies with me, and I can't blame the cruel-cruel world everything.

Jul 09

Me & a Ukulele

Posted by zookuki in youth , writing , ukulele , new things , life , life , learning , dexterity


So... I'm an aspiring Ukulele player.  Well, sort of.  I haven't got one, have not even searched for one, have no idea what these things cost... but I've been listening to some awesome Ukulele tunes on Youtube and have just made up my mind to learn the Ukulele.

As we get older I guess these adventurous compulsions don't find us that often anymore.  But I'm reviving that ghost of a creative from whichever closet she's slumbering in and will attempt to learn something new every month.

Currently I am teaching my dumb left-hand how to write.  It's a daunting task, and I've no idea how I decided to undertake this feat, but I'm sure there must be some-or-other great mental asset to being (artificially) ambidextrous.  


Jul 09

Back in jail

Posted by zookuki in Untagged 


AAAAh, I've had a marvellous 3 weeks away from the office. 
VERY hard to be back in the office, aircons and heaters confukulating every immunity system in the vicinity.  I'm already feeling like an in-love teen or a pre-menopausal lady, all ablush and aflush. 
So the job-search is on (probably mostly because I hate being confined to a desk and need someplace which offers me more challenges and more freedom). 
Mum always used to say that I'm completely unique (hubby says it's just hard-headed), and now I realise just how stubborn I am.  I'm no longer willing to grovel in the pit-lane and speak the "recruitement" lingo.  Maybe it's because I hate lies, and hate not being able to be myself, so my CV is always quirky and direct.  I want this, you want that... give me this and I'll give you more than that - that's basically how it goes. 
Yes, it's true, people don't generally read direct, honest and especially humorous CV's, but I simply can't fit into a little box.  Yes, hubby was right, I am hard-headed.  I'm aware of my own strengths and weaknesses and proud of my work.

Aaaaw, now I've started blabbering again...  can't remember what it was I wanted to say anyway.

Oh, yes.  I am back in the office.  *yawn*

Jun 09

SA Rocks the Vuvuzela Moment

Posted by zookuki in world cup , vuvuzela moment , south africa , Soccer , football , FIFA , 2010


Goosebumps... as I walked outside

Traffic obscured by brightly coloured supporters, flags and an omipresent blast of vuvuzelas.  It was just amazing to experience the GEES in South Africa.  Our colourful nation is such a wonderful place... our people are the best.

I'm still struggling to get the hang of my vuvuzela (so far it's all spit and farting noises), but I will persist - SA ROCKS!

Jun 04

Juicy Apples...

Posted by zookuki in thoughts , luscious , juicy , imagination , eve , desire , days , apples


I absolutely loathe and love days like these. I feel strangely empowered, magical, walking in a different dimension. And the dreams, wuhah! I woke up wet, panting, several times throughout the night... with blurry images of ecstasy and warmth and exposure trailing through my skin. Goosebumps.

So I wander through the corridors of this vast building with its thousands of souls, feeling as if I’m walking on... with the breeze that I feel now, more than ever – as if my senses have become enlightened. I almost feel like I could close my eyes and have my skin feel through the passageways, guide me, have the scents tease me and teach me their trails.

What you must think of this melodramatic creature I am. Desperately pacing through my sordid mind the one moment and completely oblivious of anything but my aura the next.
But I am not concerned with that today. I’m only concerned with letting my mind trespass onto forbidden territory, Eve in the garden, seeking the apple. Touching the apple, eyeing the apple and taking in its scent... its taunting ownness, pressing it against my lips to feel its slick, smooth skin against my own... my tongue reaching through parched lips to taste the delicate divine fragrance on its surface, and then... inevitably biting through its taut skin with care to find it’s hidden fluids - delve into its insides and release the sap, suckling on it... dripping nectar onto my hungry skin... and feeling it seep into me, becoming one with my body.
That is what Eve is doing today. Juicy Apples.


Jun 04

That age-old toilet-tissue problem

Posted by zookuki in toilet paper , thoughts , problem , loo , dilemmas , bathrooms


Public bathrooms are tedious at best, but they do present the odd interesting challenge, much to my dismay. 

I was wondering if I am the only one struggling with the "unopened" toilet roll phenomena, since I always seem to be at the receiving end of this dilemma. 
And after years of deep thought, strategising and theorising, I've still not managed to find a decent way to manage this problem. So, amidst my shredding the roll quite violently (tiny pieces of paper like confetti across the bathroom floor) I wonder who the bright one was to start referring to the loo in a regal fashion. I've not found a proper way to undo the bond of that first sheet on a fresh toilet roll without fumbling absurdly and making a grand mess. 
Am I the only one, I wonder, to struggle with the toilet-paper problem? Is there no one working at the toilet-paper roll factory who thought about putting instructions on there for silly little me on how to manage this arduous task? Am I simply the only one to get the fresh new roll? Surely I can't be alone in this. 
So as I walk into the public bathroom again, I see the chubby, white menace glaring at me from it's perch next to the loo.  I sigh, gnarl under my breath, take my seat... and rip it to shreds...
In a strange way it releases some tension.  :)
Jun 04

The day we shall meet...

Posted by zookuki in thoughts , poetry , nostalgia , meetings , love , foresight


I saw you standing there, waist deep in the panting breaks.

You were, for the moment, oblivious of me, entranced... staring at the horizon where ocean and air fused into a kaleidoscope of colour – dancing in our eyes. You lifted your gaze to watch that dark veil slowly slithering down from the east.

Your body glistened, palms caressing the fluid surface , barely touching the waves. Softly sweeping motions to accentuate the moon’s glow on your gently coiled muscles.
And in your wake, the water spilled carelessly onto the forsaken beach.

I watched you for what felt like hours, days... until the ocean consumed the shore and you moved with the tide, ascending to the pebbles, rocks, and up the cliffs – where you were still gazing... but now at the darkness.

Were you waiting?

I wondered what you were thinking, my love... locked in that gaze of the endless earth. Charmed by the winds and waters and skies.

One day, I may ask you, I may know. One day I might intrude on your solitude and stand next to you on that scenic platform. Bodies in orbit around the sweat of the seas... embraced by the sensual spume. A shared reverie.

Until that day when I shall meet you, I will gaze at you, from my shelter... always wondering...

‘Til then, my love


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