I'm sorry I misjudged you, creampuff.

You thought I was talking to you didn't you? Well think again! You're totally hotcakes or muffin, not creampuff. What I was going to say though in my affected, roundabout, misleading, wannabe-literati style before I interrupted and gave myself away was that I never really liked cream buns when I was a kid. It was probably mostly a psychological thing: there was either too much bun and not enough cream, or what I really wanted was an icecream but I ate the bun anyway because it contained sugar, even though I didn't really want it. My anti-cream bun sentiment has stayed with me since then, that is, until this morning. Maybe it had something to do with my breakfast consisting of a mere three mouthfuls of fruit salad. I don't know. But Gabe brought in a pile from the bakery that we can't give away (I work at an emergency relief/ welfare office) and in my starvation I devoured one.

The end result, to wrap up this rather lame story, was that I discovered I had been wrong and that cream buns aren't all bad. Not only do I now like them, I'm also still conscious, a state I may not have been without such a jam-topped intervention. Upon further reflection I'm not sure that my newfound revelation is such a good thing. It seems to me that the body may have to do some work on your regular, run-of-the-mill fatty foods to coat the insides of your arteries with all manner of nasties, mock cream is already in the ideal, artery-lining state, needing minimal help from any of the body's various processing systems. A perplexing thought.

Moving on from the subject of food (if indeed edibles containing mock cream actually fall into that category), I'm at work today. As you may have guessed from my above rambling. It's very quiet here today on account of the lady who normally does the welfare counselling being away. As a result I've managed to get a fair bit done today. On a normal day there would be people coming in and out for welfare which can sometimes be a bit disruptive.

Today's tasks have included.... guillotining! Followed by a nice bout of guillotining and very shortly I shall be rounding it all off with a little good-bye fanfare of guillotining. We had an order for business cards... thousands of them. Great for the business, sadly not so great for the muscles on the right side of my neck or the PR work I'm kind of meant to be doing. What can you do?

I suppose now is as good a time as any to explain my workplace and job situation a little because I imagine it sounds confusing. Well I am a uni student (studying journalism and business and due to graduate at the end of this year -- yaay!) and I work part-time for my church as the Children's Director. Yes I am a Christian, and an enthusiastic one at that, so if you have any questions or irrational and abusive statements I'd be more than happy to field them. My job involves running Kidz Supa Church (the Sunday school I didn't name, otherwise it would probably have been spelled correctly *winks*), organising a kids event each term and producing a quarterly kids newsletter-cum-magazine, as well as being all-round awesome. Occasionally these activities involve me transforming myself into the pink-haired superheroine ZAAPgirl, who I would like to state for the record is WAY COOL (the kids think so too) and thwarting my best friend's alter ego, the evil Dr Poe. In addition, I'm sometimes asked to put my journalistic training to use and write some public relations material.

My church also runs an emergency relief/ welfare agency from the same office space as our church office. They help needy families by providing emergency relief food and sometimes help people get extensions on rent or bills. The work they do is so amazing and I always feel privileged to be part of an organisation that makes such a difference, even if I'm not on the front lines with them. They run free literacy and numeracy classes and do budget counselling and all sorts of great stuff.

Obviously most of what we do is charity work and we do get donations and grants and support from the church. To help pay for things like rent and wages though the organisation runs a second-hand shop and... a small printing business. Which is where the thousands of business cards and my neck muscles come in.

And on that note I should probably let them -- the business cards and muscles -- come in a little more literally as I've just looked at the time! Break definitely over.

Take more risks... send me money, for example,

Teegs