Geeky Stuff

Mostly Lisa’s Personal Assistant

Posted on September 19, 2007

Basically, I became so busy and important I had to hire a personal assistant to do all the menial tasks around my office/bed, i.e.,

  • getting me my morning tea & biscuits,
  • fetching me Firewire & USB cables,
  • finding new sweet OSX aps to fill my dock,
  • doing like ftp stuff,
  • pirating DVDs,
  • fetching me my afternoon tea & biscuits,
  • monetizing my blog,
  • fetching me chocolates & or cupcakes,
  • coding stuff with brackets,
  • making me dinner.

So far my new PA is not working out as well as I had hoped.

Lisa Bettany is a world renowned photographer, travel writer & tech entrepreneur. When she is not capturing the beauty of the world or making iPhone apps, she enjoys flying small planes, reading books about Spitfires, hiking in the mountains and drinking tea.

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  • Entropy
    September 20, 2007 at 8:38 AM

    I m signing up for your P.A. !!!!!!!!!!

  • Lisa Bettany
    September 20, 2007 at 12:45 PM

    @entropy — you can’t have my robot, he’s mine!

  • mcclaud
    September 20, 2007 at 10:23 PM

    I have a PA.

    However, the Nintendo DS is even more lazy than your errortastic robot.

    DARN YOU DS! GET ME A DANISH!

  • mcpaige
    September 20, 2007 at 11:22 PM

    I seriously think I need a personal assistant, would I be way lazy if I were to hire one? Or would that be considered a smart move to better utilize time and resources?

    At any rate, I hope they are better than your assistant.

  • kastor417
    September 21, 2007 at 6:49 PM

    Blaster should kick is ass…..wait he is not real either damn

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