On my way home this evening, and I was sitting at yet another set of traffic lights waiting for an opportunity to turn. One of the cars that passed by was a small blue hatchback of some sort.

On the side of this hatchback was painted “Jim’s Bookkeeping”. Um, what?

I just glanced a quick look at the Jim’s Group site, and apparently, other than mowing, Jim has time to run twenty-eight divisions to his business.

Some of these include the aforementioned Bookkeeping, Paving, Painting, Antenna installations, Irrigation, Mobile BBQs, Anti-Shock (whatever the hell that is) and Computer Services (yeah, I’d really trust some old beardy guy to fix my PCs… oh, wait, most older PC guys are beardy guys).

So, Jim, once the Aussie battler now has his fingers in every little pie imaginable. There’s even a few side-franchises including Pregnancy classes and Mobile Haircuts.

So, as the title states, my suggestion for Jim’s next franchise is Jim’s Oral Sex Lessons. I can see it now: Jim waltzes into a house full of middle-aged housewives, looking for a thrill and a way to spice up their sex lives. Ol’ Beardy Guy give his spiel and starts demonstrating on the nearest fallic vegetable. Maybe he could even branch out into pubic trimming; he’s already experienced since he’s so skilled at mowing.

Note: Mmm… Ice cream

The old axiom “Loose lips sink ships”, and others like it (i.e. “Be careful what you say, you never know who’s listening”) seem to be accurate still today.

Today at work I advised my boss, Glenn, that an entire directory (”folder”, for those of you who have been using Windows for too long) had been mysteriously deleted from our web server.

A few minutes earlier, I’d had a call from one of the people whose service that particular area of our website advertises. She was in a bit of a flutter as she didn’t know what had been going on.

I managed to restore the directory quite easily and even found who had removed it (actually, they’d decided to ZIP the whole directory but “moved” the files instead of “copying”).

Right, so I let Glenn know about it, and he sends me an Instant Message asking if he’d accidentally done it (he’s not too familiar with Dreamweaver, and when he started using it had accidentally overwritten some older versions of files). Before I could answer, Glenn disappeared from the Instant Message client (AOL Instant Messenger, or AIM) list.

Hang on, the title will make sense soon.

So I continue on with other work; a couple of hours later, Glenn appears back on AIM. I decide to tell Glenn he hadn’t stuffed up, and that it wasn’t even someone in our department. So, I write the Instant Message, and a few seconds later he sends me a message saying “oops, 500 people just saw that message; I’m presenting something at Melbourne Uni”.

D’oh!

Check out the huge amount of cash I spent! Oh yeah! Take into allowance the exchange rate though. Must be, oh, $0.08 or so.