Hump Day Wednesday

It was a relatively warm morning, nice it was, like winter is finishing, and then the rain started to fall. Grrr. It's been nice lately, warming up, even if all my friends in northern NSW laugh when I say that.

Sam had his second play date with his work colleagues, in the form of team building exercises. 

"Stupid fucking thing... why do I have to... more hair-brained HR bullshit (Do you think he has listened to me too much?)," he mumbled as he left for the office. He had to come back for an umbrella as the rain started to fall heavily. No, not happy about that.

Me, who has no work to do this morning, is sitting in front of my computer none the less. I have my two work computer screens and then my laptop in front of them. I sit here all day and do stuff on my laptop. But, I am sitting at my work computer none the less, ready for action, which is slow in coming.

Boris calls me about something, some HR fuck up. "Yeah, sure, I can fix it."

"Oh, good," she says.

I wonder if she thought I was going to say no, as her response had an air of well-that-was-easy about it.

I chuckle, nervously, to myself. What do they think of me? I choose not to answer that question.

A friend messages me. He's put in an offer on a house in Brunswick and he has to raise the offer, as the first one wasn't accepted, and he asks me if I think he should do that? Seriously, what are you asking me for? My friends seem to value my opinion, which is completely baffling to me. I think of myself as a lazy-arsed writer wanna be who can't get his act together to get his own shit done, let alone advise anyone else.

Still, I tell him, if you think the market prices are increasing, there is something to be said for buying and getting off the house search merry-go-round, which is tedious, and to at least get in on the potential of rising house prices.

I'm going to have plenty to do later in the day, but presently, it is me and Bruno perusing the internet. Bruno is looking for nice doggy porn, of course, chuckle. I'm looking at YouTube.

I've had 5 coffees, two slices of toast with Vegemite, and a crust off a fresh wholemeal loaf with peanut butter.

With Sam away, I have to get my own lunch. Yesterday, he left me slow cooked pork leftovers, long beans and rice, I just had to heat it up. But, there is nothing for me today, so I went and bought bread early at the bakery so I can have tuna on toast. Sam just looks at me when I tell him I'll have tuna on toast for lunch, like I am some gastronomic looser, I think it offends all of his culinary instincts.

And the rain keeps falling.