My Day In The Office

I'm off to the office today. I have got out of it for the last few weeks, but, I guess, I have to make an appearance occasionally, as stupid as that is.

I was going to pull a sickie today, I still have it in the back of my mind, despite it being 15 minutes before I leave.

It's the first Monday back with Boris, so, I guess I should go. Grrrr. I so don't want to.

I have been constipated for days, not really sure why, but the thought of going to the office today fixed that. Haha.

The Big Poo has been on holidays, I'm wondering if he still is this week? Dunno. 

I guess I have to go. Sad face.

It’s still nice leaving early, 6am, as the day begins, being out in it, even if it is lighter now as I leave the house. I do like being up early and getting going early, it’s the best part of the day.

6:26am.  Swanston Street.

A guy gets on and immediately takes out his contact lenses. Er? That’s not something you see every day, it was like a scene out of Doctor Who, if there had been slurping and sucking noises, I wouldn’t have been surprised. If he looked up and had no eyes at all, well…

6:29am. William Street.

Adorable 20 year old blond window cleaning boy in really tight black jeans, is a good look when he bends over to pick up his bucket. An offer too good to refuse.

6:30am. I’m in the office.

I have no emails, that’s weird, and a first? What’s going on, I wonder?

I head to the kitchen for coffee. The coffee machine isn’t up and running. I go up to the 26th floor to see if their coffee machine is working, but no.

I come back down to our floor and I play drums on the blank coffee machine screen, and it fires up.

I have to wait half an hour while the damn thing warms up. I read all the news papers, and eat 3 chocolate biscuits, while that happens.

7:05am. I’m back at my desk with a coffee.

Now, about these emails. Nope. None. That is a first. And I suspect a problem.

The big Poo is away, probably doing a triathlon across the Himalayas, knowing him. The Midget wasn't in the office. Boris wasn't in the office. So, I packed up and went home at 10.30am.

A Gorgeous Sunny Day

It is almost like summer, today, 25 degrees. It is the first time we have felt summer in the air since winter. Lovely. Really nice. We went out for lunch, that was nice too.

Sam is asleep on the big couch.

Milo is asleep in my lap, making it difficult to write this. And, you know, cats are all that accomodating, not moving.

What to Write?

 

I can't think of anything to write today, we didn't do much. I did come across this photo, though, so let's just look at him. Winner of Big Brother some years ago, Ryan.

It Was A Glorious Day

It was a gloriously sunny day today, after a cool start. I went for a blood test this morning, and it was cold riding there at 8.15am. But, it was a really a lovely day, in the end. There are lots of house renovations and tradies in our street. It must be the season for it.

What is it Spring? Is it when everyone gets their mojo back after Winter?

Otto, and I, of course went for a walk taking advantage of the sunshine. We went mid afternoon when all the tradies were packing up and heading home for the weekend.

We came home via the dog park where I let Otto off his lead, getting him used to going on his own in a dog park without Brun, but there weren't many dogs in the park at that time of day so none came over to say hello to him.

Vote Socialists

I have a vote Socialists up on my gate. I don't necessarily hold Socialist views, although I do think there are some socialist ideas that are worthwhile.

Einstein agued for socialism and against capitalism back in 1949 and to briefly mention his points, capitalism creates Economic Anarchy, Wealth Inequality, Corrupted Democracy, Media Control. Any of those look familiar to you today?

A really cute, smart girl came to the door, who was full of enthusiasm and positivity and she asked me, after we were done chatting, if she could put a vote socialist sign on the gate, and I said yes.

It amused me as a foil for all the inaccurate bullshit conservatives go on with about socialism. (If you counter such a conservative doofus in future, ask them this simple question, Can you tell me what socialism is? They never can despite railing against it whole heartedly)

I thought it was a good counter action to the rise of far right politicians on our political landscape, especially that ugly, inarticulate red head.

It amused me because of the way socialism triggers right wing muppets.

Why I am writing this is that someone has been defacing the poster on my gate constantly with irrelevant stickers. I keep peeling the stickers off. But it is amazing how triggered this person is. Why waste you time coming back continually to do that.

I've had Greens placards on my gate for years around election time when Adam Bandt was the member and his placard was never defaced once over all the years.

David

David has been around the world these last few weeks - Austria, London, New York - before he ended up in Switzerland on Guru duty attending to his sycophants.

He told me he was over it, exhausted from trying to do too much before he even got to the real work he went to do.

It was freezing here this morning, really fucken cold. It always cheers David up when he knows it is cold in Melbourne, as he moved out of Melbourne for that very reason.

So, I sent him a freezing cold emoji with the word Siberia. He said it made his day, cheered him up no end. He told me that I always know the right thing to say.

I'm still cold. Brrrrr!

Max the temp Departs to Places Unknown

Max the temps last day. See ya. You with your crazy hard right political views and conspiracy theories. There is a definite type, you know, one of the stupid people. I didn't engage with her on her political beliefs. 🤮

She thanks me for being so patient and kind. She asked me for a reference.

So, there you go, Boris' 6 weeks off every (fucken) year is done, and now she is back to work.

And I didn't have to do her work for her while she was away. I'm glad I said no I wouldn't do it.

The main reason was that they didn't give me a pay rise this year, or a bonus, and yet they expected me to do Boris' relief for no extra pay. Oh, piss off, I thought.

The Big Poo did apologise to me personally for the lack of pay rise and bonus this year, he said he recommended it, but HR knocked it back. Really? I hate to be cynical, but coming from the CFO of the Southern Hemisphere, I kind of find that hard to believe, or, perhaps you just didn't try hard enough, hey bud?

He promised he'd definitely make it up to me in the next round of pay rises and bonus'. I'm kind of wondering if that will now happen with me refusing to play along.