Yack, Yack, yack

Buddy eventually wandered in, after I woke him, you know, with the first cigarette of the day. Damn! I have to quit again. Buddy sits by the first couch and surveys the morning.

I’m standing in the kitchen sweating in my pale blue work shirt. It is humid, very humid and a pale blue shirt is a bad choice for sweaty days.

It rained lightly as I walked to work, just in case the humidity wasn’t enough.

I’m sure I was stoned for most of the day. Kirin and I did end of month. She never stopped getting distracted, by anybody and anyone who walked up. 

So, you know, I just took over and did it, leaving her to her constant yak with whom ever. She likes to talk. They both like to talk. Chicks like to talk. Kirin should get a hostess job, introducing a company to people. Maybe, she could do those product demonstrations in shopping centres, then she could talk all the fuck she wants. Oh, chuckle, that made me smile. I looked at her, I could tell she registered the grin on my face with a sideways glance, but that didn’t stop her mouth. 

She talked all day, to a constant stream of people. I got on and completed everything we set out to compete in the morning. You can see why management are on to her about her work. She'll, of course, pass this all off as her work, I mean, I would too, if I was in her position, so what am I saying? This is how she works, with, or without me, so without me, none of this would have got finished today.

It was sunny in the morning. It started to rain in the late afternoon, you know about 4pm.

4.30pm. I headed home. 

David called. Mike Schubert (is that the name of the latest one?) failed to show up again. (groan, well, just a little) Apparently, the one minivan for hire on a Wednesday was, accidently, doubled booked. So, apparently, he couldn’t get his van until tomorrow.

“Do you think he’ll turn up tomorrow?” asked David.

Who knows with this loser. “Sure,” I say. If David wasn’t so desperate for a partner, maybe he wouldn’t lower his standards quite so much with each of these guys he meets. 

It poured with rain. 

We ate left over lemon chicken and beans shoot and tomato salad.

We ate mangoes.

There was a big thunderstorm, thunder and wild lightening. It was magnificent. Kind of thrilling, in that unleashing of awesome power. I wondered who we'd be reading about tomorrow who went under. Glug, glug, glug. Yet again, I patted myself on the back for buying a house on top of a hill. (you know that had nothing to do with me buying the house, but still…) We bought Buddy in, but we had to wake him up to do that. But he seemed fine. He went back to his kennel. Then he came inside and went up to our bedroom, quite calmly, nothing unusual about that.

He headed out to his kennel happily when we went to bed.