Public Holiday Tuesday

My day in the office was gloriously short. All of my team were not in the office. Boris was at home. The Midget was on annual leave.(Later, I might have not realised the Big Poo was in. Shrug) I left for home at 9:45am.

It rained for the rest of the day. Crying. The world was crying. What is with the rain?

Today is Melbourne Cup Day. What is it they say, the race that stops the nation. Very Melbourne. 

Nyr. Whatever. I didn't follow it at all.

I read online news. I lay on the couch. 

I’ve cleaned my elephants. I have an elephant collection. My favourite, amazing animals. I noticed they wer dusty so I got out the vacuum, but they were sticky dusty, so I got a damp cloth. I've bought them in New York and Tokyo and Amsterdam and London and Melbourne, of course. One of them came from Bali. One of them was my great aunts. Actually, I haven't added to the heard lately, I must keep my eyes open.

It is grey and overcast outside, although no rain. Yay! The rain has finally stopped. It’s kind of weird though, I could almost light an open fire. I’m not going to. I have never had an open fire in November, so that makes that thought kind of weird. What's with the weather?

It’s a quiet day. Overcast, grey days tend to be still and quiet.

We took Otto for a walk in the park and the sun came out. 

David called. We joked. Kiss, kiss, we made up, everything is good again. David says annoyingly he can't stay mad with me.

The sun shone outside, in the afternoon, lovely to look at from the inside, sparkling when you are sitting around. It made the day much nicer in the end.

Time To Change?

I'm thinking of quitting my job and giving writing a go. Well, I can’t keep complaining about being made to go pointlessly into the office because The Midget needs to prove she has a big clit, all the while daydreaming about what I could be doing? Hey?

Eventually, I’ll just end up looking pathetic. 

Do I already look pathetic? Big eyes.

It means a big scary change though. I’m used to being able to just accept my finances will be fine. What will happen if… I don’t know... will I be able to?... no idea.

Still, I can’t continue to hang onto something because I am scared to change it.

What does safe give you in the end? A slight empty feeling?

And you know they say it is not the things you do that you regret, it is the things you don’t do that people wish they could change.

And, you know, with the way the world is going, it may even be sensible to quit the day to day drudgery and enjoy what time we all have left.

In the office today. Yay. It’s kind of quiet with a public holiday tomorrow.

I’m guessing I’m not going to hear from David. I assume he has now gone in to full spoilt child meltdown over not getting his way the way he was carrying on yesterday. Oh? Um? Saturday.

Oh, I feel kind of tired thinking about it. There is only so much sympathy in the well for the “me, me, me, me, me! WHAT ABOUT ME!” kind of carryon.

Shrug. I guess, I'll have to contact him and reassure him that everything will be okay. Groan. Are we really 15 year olds again? I ask you?

Anyway, tomorrow is a public holiday, let’s just think about that.

Ah! Grrrrr! The Midget has annual leave to day. And Boris is working from home.

9.30am. I pack up and go home.

9.50am. I've changed and signed back into work.

David Melts Down

David has been melting down all day, about my decision about us not to attending his birthday next year in Switzerland.

Too upset to speak, can’t stop crying, the works. 

Roll of my eyes.

Jasus!

Worst thing, apparently, he says I’m the one he’d usually de-stress with, so it is even more difficult in this instance as he can’t do that.

Cancel It

I just cancelled a trip to Europe next year because it broke my heart thinking about how panicked Otto would be if we went and left him, due to his total co-dependence. He has never been left alone, longer than a trip to the supermarket, with working from home and all. Especially now Brun is dead and not hear to be with him. 

Ah Brun, I am still sad about him.

Shrug. That is what you do when you are a dog owner and you know your best mate would be distraught if you went and left him.

Of course, I don't really feel like travelling overseas either. Er. Just the thought kind of fills me with, er, dread. Oh, doing all that. Er! I don't really know why, I used to be a great traveller.

I'm wondering if that is kind of it. I have travelled extensively overseas, I have seen lots of the places I wanted to so, is that it? Of course, there is always somewhere new, of course there is, but it does have a bit of that feeling of been there, done that.

It was to celebrate David's birthday in Switzerland. He took it very well when I told him I didn't want to go. That was a month before the RSVP, even though, of course, we had told him we were going already. It is 7 months before the event.

I thought I could talk myself into it. I thought I'd change my mind by the time we got to booking the plane tickets. I thought I'd come around, but we had to start booking the plane tickets and the thought of all of that, spending 24 hours on a plane, making our way to Basel, leaving Otto in the care of who knows who, and I still felt blah about it. 

So, I pulled the plug.

David took it very well during the phone call when I told him. He has since been melting down about it just a bit. Ah. Oh. Big exhale. What can you do?

It is a lot of money to spend if you don't really want to go.

iTunes Drama

My iTunes on my iPhone completely fell apart.

My laptop has, apparently, had a corrupt music art folder cache for sometime. I think the problem started more recently when I got Sam's iPhone16, now that he is updating to an iPhone Duo. The change over was not smooth and it all started going down hill from there.

I've managed to work around it by adding and deleting files until I somehow manage to get the correct art work. 

The only thing I couldn't do was get my Apple expert boyfriend interested in the problem. 

I had asked him a number of times and if he didn't pass me off completely, he only gave it a cursory look with encouraging words like, You are doing the right thing, which I knew wasn't anywhere near correct. 

I had googled it and the answer seemed kind of baffling, so I asked Sam and as I said, he just didn't seem to want to help.

At the beginning of the week, I uploaded a new CD I had bought and the art work changed for another CD of the same artist, so I did the stuff I'd been doing to correct that but it wasn't working for some reason. The cord connecting the phone to my laptop that I was using was being temperamental then suddenly all of the music on my phone was wiped off it in a blink of an eye.

WTF?

So, I uploaded my entire iTunes back onto my phone and when it was done all of the art work was completely messed up. Everything had the wrong art work.

Noooooooooooooo!

I tried uploading it again, using the same cord, and suddenly the music on my phone was wiped again.

I went to Sam and implored him to help. And finally, my lovely in every other aspect boyfriend, showed some interest saying, there was an update, which updated iTunes and to do that before I did anything else.

I uploaded my music again, but the art work was so messed up after that, I just wanted to give up in despair at the world. Sam was still not sharing my despair with life.

I wanted to go down to St Kilda pier and throw the phone into the sea.

I googled the instructions for clearing a corrupt art work cache again, putting my laptop down on Sam's lap saying, this is what you have to do!

It was at this point that finally Mr Lovely got interested. 

He cleared the corrupt cache in what seemed like a couple of key strokes. If I wasn't so pleased about it, I may have slapped him.

Then he said, this cord you are using is no good.

"I've told you that."

"Go get the other one off my desk."

I did. 

"There you go, this one fits properly." 

I muttered something derogatory under my breath.

Then he took over and solved the problem. It took him a couple of days, but by yesterday, after months of problems, with me finally having to upload the art work for half my albums on iTunes manually, the problem was finally fixed.

Yay.

That's what I have been doing the last few days.

I went back to the gym.

May your stress turn into a fart and leave your body.

An nun taught me that expression.

Silly as a wheel.

Did you know this was an expression?