I just got myself one of these. It replaces this which I have grown to hate with a disproportionate passion.
I was tempted to go for something swish (and far too expensive) but, at the end of the day, I really just wanted a phone that I don’t hate and that’s what I’ve got. Mission accomplished.
Beware of myths and their makers, particularly. One person’s amusing comment is another’s sore point.
After being up for half the night with Finn, Mark is sleeping.
After being up half the night keeping Mark up, Finn is sleeping.
After being shut in the laundry to eat their breakfast, pusscats are sitting on their beds looking pissed off.
After being let out to pretend they were having a wee, puppies are sitting on couches, pretending to sleep.
And me? After SMSing and emailing various people to tell them I won’t be at work today, I’m sitting here wondering just how and which variety of ill I think I am.
Geez life is exciting…
I’m really not getting much done here at home.
My excuse is that I feel like crap - buzzy head, tired, achey back, period threatening to arrive any second - and I can’t seem to hold a thought in my head for more than a few seconds. I’m spending heaps of time scanning through my email and calendar trying find cues to what I needed to do today.
I probably wouldn’t be much more productive at work, but there’d at least be other people to talk to and distract.
I wasn’t feeling much like going to work today but was doing the ‘gritted-teeth-just-keep-moving’ thing and was ready to head out the door when Mark rang on his way to Geelong to tell me that the freeway wasn’t moving and the traffic was backed up to our roundabout. A check of VicRoads online showed 2 tow trucks despatched to the Forsythe Rd onramp, which looked like the culprit.
I thought about the ways I could go around the blockage - go to Werribee by backroads, jump on there and get into the right lane, backstreets to Pt. Cook Rd or Kororoit Creek Rd - but it all seemed like too much effort for any benefit it would give and, besides, I didn’t really feel like going to work in the first place.
So I’m working from home. I will have to work because I have stuff to do and I will probably dial in to a couple of meetings I’m supposed to attend, but I can’t help feeling that (once I stop typing this blog) I may actually be more productive than if I’d braved the traffic to go into the office.
Throughout the period that I’ve had the big red car my interactions with Clownshoes Central have generally been pretty underwhelming. I never expected a great deal from them, but I learned that my expectations were much too high. Recently I’ve discovered that I was a fool to even have expectations.
I left the car with them on Thursday to be serviced. They said it would be ready at 5pm. All good. I geared myself up to leave work no later than 4.30 so that I would be there before they closed. They rang during the day to ask if 5.30 was okay. No problem. I could get a bit more stuff done at work.
I got there at 5.20, expecting to wait a bit, since I was early. I settled in the waiting room to ready car mags and watch telly. Other people came to collect their cars and left. At 6pm I rang Mark to let him know that I was going to be rather late.
At 6.10 the person who I think is the service manager - we’ll call him Cleetis Snr - stuck his head round the waiting room door and said “Are you ready to go?” in a tone that suggested I’d was sitting in their waiting room because that’s exactly where I wanted to be on a Thursday evening. Too stunned for a good retort, I muttered something about waiting for my car, scuttled off, hopped in and drove home, getting more annoyed by the minute.
On Friday morning I missed a call on my mobile which went to the voicemail from Brad at Clownshoes Central to tell me that my car was ready. I assumed that he was from the service department and ringing to let me know that the car I’d collected the night before was ready so I ignored it. Over the weekend I realised that the lease on the current big red car is nearly over and he was probably calling to tell me that the new big red car was ready for collection.
Today I tried to ring Brad back. “Hmmm, now who is Brad?” was the response from the guy who answered the phone. 2 attempts to put me through failed and he ended up giving me Brad’s direct number so he obviously worked it out.
I’m not sure whether to try Brad’s direct number and hope that whoever answers knows him, or to wait a month or so for them to work out that I haven’t picked up my new car yet and call me again. Dealing with idiots is such hard work…
I read the new Harry Potter today. Finished at 11.15pm and went to bed. And didn’t sleep. So now I’m up.
The book isn’t what’s keeping me awake. At least I don’t think so.
It’s the knotty pain in my left shoulder blade and the not being asleep that’s keeping me awake. I’m more awake right now than I’ve been at any other point in the last 48 hours.
My version of the lurgy that’s knocking Mark, and everyone else, around is thus far all about tiredness and grumpyness and extra loud, extra buzzy tinnitus. Which doesn’t explain why I’m awake at 1am.
The latest Harry Potter is better than the last - better edited. It seems very much about coming of age. Becoming either who you want to be or who others want you to be.
Time for another crack at sleep.
I seem to be in a mid-afternoon drift. I don’t really know what to do with myself at the moment. If it wasn’t so early I’d just pack up & go home, but it is and that would look bad.
The only thing I can think of to work on is a monster spreadsheet that someone else has put together to plan our resources, but it’s way too scary for me today. It exceeds my knowledge of Excel and I don’t think I can stretch to meet it today.
Ho hum. Time to get a cuppa and start again…
On Tuesday I dropped my hairdryer and the casing fell apart. $60.00 for a new one.
On Thursday the electric kettle stopped working. $9.00 for an old fashioned stainless steel one to use on the stove.
Today the washing machine stopped working. I shudder to think how much that will cost…
The only one I’m annoyed about is the kettle. I don’t think we’d had it for more than 12 months. I’d had the hairdryer for, I think, 7 or 8 years and the casing was already held together with tape. We’ve had the washing machine for 6 years and this is the first time something’s gone wrong that we can’t fix ourselves. I’d just rather that they hadn’t all happened in the same week.
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