Working From Home Tuesday

I worked from home. Tuesday work from home. 

I was going to quit my job if they made me go back into the office, even for one day a week, but there I am trapsing into the office every Monday morning like a good corporate puppy? What happened with that?

I guess, it is fear, you know like everything else in life we do that we don't really want to do. Fear of not working. Fear of not getting through. Fear of not having enough. Fear of not having any measure. What would the world be like if we all weren't fearful?

So, I was up early with a coffee signing into work early this morning.

I felt like a bit of a fraud for not quitting in protest at being made to attend the office again. Gutless, I thought as I stared reading my first emails. But then, you know, as they say, life/work happened, and the morning floated away.

Charlie sauntered out at midday in his Long Johns and a t-shirt he looked like he'd had for too long, and I thought wouldn't it be nice to be 22 and still have an arse like that. But then, he's got to do it all yet, and as much as I'd love to go back to 22 and do it all again, I'm at least glad that I have made my way in the corporate world – oh, apart from wishing I'd never made it in the corporate world at all – and at least have some sort of earned status, such as it is, behind me.You know, I guess that is something. I, at least, have a choice and the ability to chuck it all in, fear withstanding, Charlie doesn't, not yet, he hasn't earned that.

Sam cooked me lunch. Sam always cooks me lunch. That's pretty good huh?

I signed out at 3pm and had a nap on the couch for an hour and half before we took the dogs for a walk.

I bought a lotto ticket.

Mondy In The Office

The team meeting that was concocted to get me into the office on Mondays with Boris and The Midget ended up with the three of us barely having anything to talk about.

Yeah, good one girls. There is a choice bit of corporate fuckery right there.

Then I, essentially, spent the rest of my time in my office working on my own.

So, what was the fucken point of me going in, I ask?

It's just mean pissy behaviour for no good reason.

It's the corporate Borg brain, where none of them think for themselves.

Having Friends Over

We had old friends over. Adriana, Loli, Mark, Luke, Young Jay and his girlfriend, Sam and me. Old time friends, who we've known for years. It was great to get together. It’s been awhile. You know, life gets in the way and all that.

Loli looked great, but weirdly she didn’t like people telling her. I’m not exactly sure why? We all have our hang ups, I guess. She did look great.

We drank quite a bit. Loli and Adriana can certainly put it away. We laughed. We told stories. I smoked all Adriana's cigarettes, bad me.

The more Loli drank, the more she criticised my house keeping skills. That’s okay, I’m just kind of glad I’m not anal about things, like she is. 😬

“I know where everything is this way”

“Oh, Christian.”

Loli’s house is like a display home.

Adriana is still trying to get her abusive boyfriend of 20 years out of her house.

Everyone got into Mark & Luke to move back to Victoria.

Brun humped Jay’s girlfriend’s leg.

I apologised. She said she didn’t care as she loves dogs. Then she looked at Jay and said, “He’s just like you.”

She’s nice Jay’s girlfriend, despite all the face furniture.

We went out and ate Japanese for dinner.

We started in the afternoon, so everyone had left by 10pm.

Office tomorrow, sad face.

Free Us All From Hate

 

All I see is Middle Eastern hatred being turned into an export product shipped around the world.

Feet up, Looking At Art

Young Greek guy coming home from the bars Sunday morning and eating yogurt

I've sat on my arse for two days and saved all the art images. On the couch invariably with a bulldog curled up next to me on both sides. It's been glorious. I've discovered a few new artists, and I have found new work from some old favourites. So relaxing, some may say, so lazy, but no, it's been fun.

The sun has shone. The days have been warm. Just how we like them.

Beautiful images flooding my eyes and my mind. All that creativity to inspire me. It's been a lovely way to spend a few days. All that beauty.

Some many interesting ideas. So much cleverness. Lost in it all.

Thursday Art Day

I saved art images all day. Modern art, I only like modern art. I only find modern art interesting.

Some days I discover a page online that has all sorts of interesting art, so I save all the images I like. I can get quite lost in it all, especially modern art.

I don't use it for anything, I just keep it for my own enjoyment. I try not to use other people's work for the most part.

Mark and Luke dropped in on their way to Gippsland to for of all stay with Mark's sister, then to go onto to one of Luke's 10 brother's weddings. I forget their names. Paul, Tommy, Daniel, Sean, Adam, Christopher, Marcus, Dean, Cameron and Luke. The brother, I think it is Sean, and his girlfriend from what I understand have been together for years but have no decided to get married.

You'd think with 10 boys there might be more than one gay brother, (what is it, 1 in 3?) well, apparently, it might be Paul who also likes to play hide the sausage with other fellas.

Mark and Luke arrived in the reddest hire car I think I have ever seen.

I made them a banana cake for their visit.

It was a nice day, which is always good for whiney NSW people who complain about the cold.

After they left I got back to saving more art.

I collect and old favourite George Platt Lynes, then a new guys Robsert Bliss, Pavel Tchelitchew, Avel De Knight plus, Andy Warhol, and Cecil Beaton and others. 

20th century modern is my aesthetic. I love its grittiness.

Admittedly, not too many images of chicks. There are a few hard-arsed lesbian images, that I can find interesting. But not many. 

They are just missing all the bits that make a nude fascinating.

Hump Day Wednesday

Wednesday, end of my week. I put in what I had to do. I did my hours, staring early, of course. Not sure what else I can say? It was a Wednesday. A standard issue Wednesday. The best thing about Wednesdays is when they are over.

I had a whole lot of shit I had to do, and I got it done.

Yay, me.