No, I Don't Work Fridays

Sam headed off to the office early this morning muttering about not wanting to go, and hating life, and why he can't be like me and work 3 days per week, and generally hating life.

"Bye, honey," I said to him from the front gate. I watched him disappear up the street like I always do.

Then I took up my position on the couch for the rest of the day. And quite lovely it has been too. Otto has been asleep with his head on my thigh for the last hour.

I got my AI images completed for the archive blog year I have been doing for the last week. I'm guessing there are still a few more years that need images generated, and I will get to them too.

I like working on my blog. I find it fulfilling. And you know, I quite like being home on my own with Ottie, he's not bossy, he doesn't ask me when was the last time I went to the gym, or have I cleaned the bathroom. He's just happy to go with whatever I want to do. We just hang together, and it's all calm and relaxed and a good, lazy, time is had by all.

I chatted to a couple of friends.

I ate tuna for lunch, and a blueberry muffin I went and got on the spur of the moment, which turned out to be yesterdays, so that was quite disappointing. A bakery selling day old muffins, really that shouldn't be.

Anyway, the sun is shining, and once I have finished my coffee, and my stale muffin, I am going to take Otto for a walk.

Lazy Thursday

I'm home all day in the lounge room generating AI images for the posts that don't have images in my blog archive. I've got through most of it now, no many to go.

Otto is a bulldog looking for trouble all day. Sam requests for me to come upstairs and remove him half way through the morning.

It gets really cold at midday and I feel frozen so I build a fire.

It is just a lazy Thursday. That's it.

Or as Miranda Priestly would say, that's all.

Someone said, That's all she wrote, but I could quite possibly take offence at being referred to as a she. Chuckle.

Hump Day Wednesday

Just me and Otto home again today.

Sam's new boss, from all accounts, is so insecure about his new position that he is trying to get Sam to return to the office more days, than not, to support him.

It's quiet, at home here. I'm not playing any music. Just getting my work done. Otto snores on the couch next to me in the study.

I make hot chocolate and go buy a muffin around mid morning, when I take a break from work.

Wednesday, hump day, well, for most people. Wednesday, the brown little wren of days.

Max the temp told me sometime ago that she was very happy with Donald Trump being in power. 

I said nothing.

Today we were talking about names. I told her how I once worked with Joy King, who used to explode in anger in the office if anyone pissed her off. 

"She was no joy," I said.

Max the temp told me how there was a woman on The View called Joy Behar who her group - the mind boggles as to what 'her group' means - thought was the most toxic person on TV. 

"Funny how Joys are so often not a joy," she said.

Joy Behar? Really, I thought. The only way you would think that is if you had really extreme right wing views. 

I again, said nothing.

And that coupled with the happy with Donald Trump comment?

I'm, essentially, working with the enemy, I thought. Chuckle.

Now I think about it, Max does have that cheerful, vacuous, delusional, christian, look of stupid happiness about her. (you know, everything will be alright because some mythical being we all dreamed up will take care of everything)

If she was staying, I guess, I'd eventually challenge her on her views, as she puts them out freely, but as she is finishing up in a number of days, I'm saying nothing to her. I don't want to change her views, who can must that much energy to counter stupidity, I'd just want to hear all the mistruths on which her views are based. I kind of find that fascinating, if frightening, the shit people will believe to justify their positions.

Sam came home at 5pm, and we ate cheesecake and drank tea.

Tuesday Home Alone

Sam went to the office. Charlie went wherever Charlie goes in the mornings. I know, I should know, but Charlie isn't one for offering details freely.

I had an easy day. I wasn't really stressed with a lot of work. Gotta love that. Well, actually, I prefer to have work that keeps me busy all day, but that wasn't today.

Otto slept on the study couch next to me all day.

I signed in early, 6am. I had pretty much done all the work I had to do by 9am.

I made Vegemite toast for breakfast. And, yes, I put plenty of Vegemite on it.

10.30am. I headed over the the bakery and got a hot banana muffin fresh out of the bakery oven.

Sam left me what I thought was olive pasta, Puttanesca style, I hoped, but what I thought were olives turned out to be egg plant. Blur. I hate egg plant. Screwed up face emoji.

I watched the movie, Alfie half way through the day. Has there ever been a sexier man than Jude Law in Alfie? You have got to love working from home. I have a lunch break, to be fair, I watched it during my lunch break, and then a little more, of course. But I started early, so, nyr.

I did some more work after the movie for the remainder of the afternoon, not too much pressure, setting my own pace, you understand.

Otto and I went for a walk at 3pm, after I signed off. It was warm outside, warmer than inside, but there was just a hint of rain possibly happening during the whole walk, but rain didn't eventuate.

As we were near home, we walked past the dog park and I noticed there were big dogs in the park, an Airedale, a German Short Haired Pointer and a German Shepard. I contemplated taking Otto over and letting him off, as he hasn't been in a dog park on his own without Brun before. I was thinking about Brun and the happy times watching the two of them be a couple of buddies in the dog park, or at the beach, when suddenly, the German Shepard was next to us sniffing Otto's arse. I didn't see him coming. Otto got a little freaked out and tried to run. The german Sheppard seemed to be a little taken aback with that. I though, well, that didn't go too badly. Raised eyebrows. We kept walking. The German Shepard was a fully grown puppy, and really bouncy, and he headed back to the dog park. We headed home.

That was my day.

Sam was home from the office at 5pm.

Monday in the Office

 

Okay, I'm going to the office. It is Max, the temp's, last day, well, last Monday. I said I'd come into the office for her last day with me, not really sure why I said that. Maybe, it's because I don't consider that I have wasted enough of my time this week, I might as well waste some more by pointlessly going into the office. Maybe, it is that? Ha, ha, whine, whine.

No, I’m not going to shut up about it. It’s annoying. We know working from home is better in every way, but the muppets in charge don’t want us to. Grrrr!

Lazy Sunday

Lazy Sunday. Of course, it was cleaning day, being Sunday, my husband is a stickler for the cleaning on the Sunday.

Me? Not so much. I'll clean something if it looks dirty, but this scheduled, almost preemptive cleaning, nah, I have better things to do with my mind.

We walked Otto to Bunnings to get a new light bayonet for Charlie's bedroom, after his old one fell apart when he changed his blown light globe. How careful was he, I hear you ask, when he changed the light globe?

It is an interesting question.

It was almost a perfect Melbourne day, sunshine and bright blue sky.

Then the day just disappeared with both Sam and I saying that we don't want to work tomorrow.

It’s screens from there, as the weekend sadly winds to a close. Yes, of course, it should be a weekend every day, of course it should.

Sunny Saturday

I just waste the morning on the couch watching random YouTube channels, and then when it looks like I have done maximum time wasting I get to American sovereign citizens YouTube clips. They are just weird. It’s kinda hard to explain why they do what they do. I think it’s where America’s poor education system comes home to roost with what appears to be the stupidest people. I assume they are probably just poorly educated, in America's conservative led increasingly poor education system. Who believes the nonsense of sovereign citizens, it makes no sense whatsoever. Anyway, it’s kind of interesting to watch it because it’s, you know, like not being able to take your eyes off a car crash as you drive past. It is appealing in the sense that you just can’t understand there are people who act like this. They just talk shit, absolute shit, which they appear to wholeheartedly believe, which is the more mind-boggling aspect of the whole thing. Here is an ideology of complete nonsense that has been bought wholeheartedly by a significant number of the population. It’s just mind-boggling how this conspiracy theory rubbish is taken up by people. 

As we get closer to the middle of the day, Sam says, “come on let’s go and do shopping for the week,” which also means getting lunch afterwards. Sam is not a breakfast person, like I am, so he starts to get hungry as the day progresses, where I can just lie on the couch and waste my life at lightning speed. I have no problem with indulging in the waste of time Olympics, rightly or wrongly.

So, as we edge towards midday, Sam has made the call to leave the house. So, we get our shit together, harness up the dog, and we leave the house before midday.

It’s actually a gorgeous day outside, the sun is shining down absolutely beautifully, the sky is a radiant blue overhead, it couldn’t be a nicer day if it tried, well, if I’d been notified of winning $5 million in TattsLotto just before we left the house, then, I guess, it could be a nicer day.

The sun is lovely and warm in which to walk to the shops.

I stop of at The Salvos on our way just to have a sniff about. Sam continues on. I catch up when I am done. I get a couple of seasons of The Durrells, the two seasons that I don't have.

Otto and I sit outside the shopping centre, watching all the cute boys in tight track pants and, sexy men in snug fitting shorts walking into the shopping centre with their shopping bags ready to load up on whatever groceries their little heart’s desire.

Sam does the shopping. He comes back several times with full shopping bags dropping them off with us and taking away empty shopping bags to get more supplies for the week.

It’s kind of nice sitting there watching the world go by with Ottie sitting next to me watching the world go by too, his head and my head moving one way then the other in unison, like the open mouth clowns at the carnival, or those gay boys on the other side of the glory holes waiting for the dicks to slide into their gobs.

Saturday. Is it everyone’s favourite day? The day where you can do anything you like, and the promise of tomorrow is just to repeat the same lazy day. There is no other day in the week quite like it, quite as fabulous, Saturdays are gay because they are truly fabulous.

I hum a little tune and make up some words while I wait, while the world passes by.

Once the shopping is done, we’ll get some lunch.

Once the shopping is done, we’ll get some lunch.

Once the shopping is done, we’ll get some lunch.

Munch, munch, munch, munch, munch.

Once lunch is consumed, we’ll walk home.

Once lunch is consumed, we’ll walk home.

Once lunch has been consumed, we’ll walk home, in the glorious sunshine.

Once we are home, will be back on the couches with our feet up staring at our screens, once lunch is consumed

Once we’ve got home, we’ll be done

There’s a fat chick just inside the shopping centre doors with what looks like a Portuguese Water Dog that is whining, and yelping, and barking non-stop. Grrr. She has about as much control of that dog as she does over her diet, I think.

Once we’re done in the centre, we’re outside Minh Phat supermarket while Sam shops. We are out of the sun and in a bit of a breeze and suddenly the day isn’t quite so warm.

A handsome guy comes out of Minh Phat with a box in his hands in green shorts that show off his beefy butt beautifully.

There is a homeless guy sitting just along a bit with a sign asking for money, who is smoking. And, you know, I’m not trying to deny him anything in his life, but smoking is really expensive. And he is asking people to give him money. Just saying.

Ten minutes and Sam reappears

Next, we’re at the butcher in Victoria Street. Sam says his butcher boyfriend isn’t there, and the aunty who served him was a bitch as she wouldn’t give him any free bones like the guy always does.

As we walk down Victoria Street, there is a guy on his bike with his head leaning down on the handle bars, with his arse fully out of his jeans on full display to anyone walking down Victoria Street. It’s not a bad arse either, I have to say.

We’re at the pork roll shop, we’re getting them to take home. Otto and I are standing in the sun, whilst Sam gets the pork rolls, and hopefully a couple of sesame balls.

There is a dark haired straight boy in big, baggy shorts standing in front of me. I’d like to check out his sesame balls. Yeah, sure I would, no problem. He’s got a redheaded mate with him, we’d need to separate the two to get a piece of the cute one. Get his big baggy shorts off over his Birkenstocks, bend his knees until his ankles are around his ears, and then, er, give it all a good lick. Yeah, no problem.

He and his mate are staring at me and smiling, they are looking at Otto, I know that. I smile back at them. Yeah, mate, I have your dick in my mouth, I think. He smiles and nods.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

The sun is kind of nice. Not too hot. Just nice.

Ten minutes later, we’re off home.

Half an hour later and we’re home

The day is done. We’ve hunted and we’ve gathered. And now it is time to rest.

We eat our pork rolls. We eat our sesame balls.

Sam falls asleep on the couch.

I upload The Durrells to my movie collection.

Otto whines for his ball. Of the three bulldogs we've had, Otto is the biggest whiner.