The sun is shining, and I'm getting off the couch, with a bulldog asleep on each side of me, and I am closing my laptop, and I'm going out into the back garden, and the fresh air, to do some gardening.
Get the ladder out, find my gloves, get my secateurs and give it all a good prune.
No music, I think I will just enjoy the sounds of the day.
It’s an indictment on the world we live in, that it is the NDIS [National Disability Insurance Scheme] recipients who are the biggest losers from the recent budget, and yet all we hear about is how wealthy investors are being upset by tax changes.
I got a message back from my lovely Girl Trainer, after cheekily asking could I not only continue to use her sports app, but could she update my program to include more days.
I did say that if I was asking too much she should say.
That’s great to hear you are still training Christian! Well done!
I’m overseas at a conference but will update your physical when I get online, probably tomorrow or so.
And no, absolutely happy to restart your program - it’s very easy to do and is always great to hear that people are keeping up with the training. Go you!
There are lovely people left in the wold, don't let me anyone tell you otherwise.
I haven't trained with her for more than 12 months.
She is someone who believes in what she is doing, and just isn't it for what she can get out of it.
Sam goes into the office early, well, the normal time people go to offices. I realised, he has been going into the office on Tuesdays without a word. Unusual for him, as he has worked from home since 2019. He did get a big promotion though.
I have to go to the office on Mondays, and you don't hear the end of me whining about it.
I decided to go to the gym earlyish, 8.45am, and get it done. Boris doesn't start until 9.15am/9.30am and it takes he a little longer to get going. So, if I go at 8.45am, I'm almost done in the gym by the time she opens her eyes and starts to look about.
As I got on the exercise bike, a handsome lad in black shorts that were hugging him, bent right over in front of me first thing. Well, there's a thing, I thought, as I gaze at his sexy arse pointing at me.
I have no idea what he was doing, letting the blood rush to his head, maybe. Why? Shrug. I avoided the temptation to turn my head upside down to get a better look at him. When he stood up again he had blond hair and blue eyes and a boyish face, which was flushed red, as you would expect, and he looked like a boy who had just jerked off. It was a good look on him.
I messaged girl trainer and asked her if she could put exercises in my program for Tuesdays. I am still using her app, even though we have stopped working together for a year now. I'm trying to go to the gym 3 times a week and programs for Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday would help. A bit cheeky, I know, but, you don't get anything unless you ask? She told me that I was her favourite client, so I thought I'd trade on that for a bit longer. We'll see what she says.
I hit send and started to pedal.
A cute, sexy Asian boy was there. He fills out his pale grey track pants impressively.
Tall, skinny gay guy was there. He always wears a muscle shirt and really small shorts, which I always think accentuate his skinny physique.
I do like a empty gym in which to workout.
I was back at 9.50am. It is kind of exhausting to come home to two wiggling jumping 70 kilos of bulldog, although lovely too.
I didn't hear from Boris until 10.30am, I reckon that is about the time her first coffee kicks in
Now, I'm going to the bakery to get a muffin to reward myself. Fresh Muffin Tuesday, yum, yum.
6am. I leave home. It’s still dark. I guess when we’re heading towards winter, it’s still dark is an obvious statement.
I pulled down posters from lampposts along Gertrude Street. Nyr. Just tidying up the place as I head to the tram stop.
6:15am. I’m at St. Vincent’s Plaza waiting for a tram. Someone’s Italian father joins me in the dark. He stands, I sit, and we wait.
6:21am. A tram turns up.
There’s a tall lunchy guy in his baggy shorts with tight legs.
Everyone is staring down at their phones. Do you think there is something in that? Everyone glued to a small screen.
Put you phones down guys and look at the world around you. What it go by, I think.
The tram is overheated. I sit here with a view straight down the car to the front, out to the road and I watch the tram jostle about as we move along the road.
6:27am. 101 Collins Street.
6:31am. William Street.
There’s a guy walking his small dog coming towards me.
6:35am. I’m in the lift
6.35am. I'm in the office. Yay me. That art work I have used (for this post) is depressingly cheerful for a Monday. What was I thinking?
All the blinds are pulled down, as I walk into our department, what, do I work with a bunch of fucking vampires? What do these people have against sun light? But, I guess, I can only really control the blinds in my office, despite the temptation I feel to go and open them all.
The first thing I do is smash a cup in the kitchen. I jumped at the sound it made going off like a gun shot. Yeah, good one, Christian. There is no broom and pan? I do my best with paper towel.
I’m swearing my head off, calling everyone a cunt, chuckle. Of course, I’m the only person here, But you know, it feels good.
I’m reading my emails, and they are all shitting me already, and none of them have even arrived in the office yet?
7am. I’m swearing, what is it they say, like a sailor, out loud, but of course I’m the like the tree falling in the forest. I can tell you it feels fucking good though.
7:35am. I’m looking at some journals, what the fuck is sister2sister? Is that when the chicks get to lick each other’s snatches out? That’s when the straight boys get their cocks out and wank off over the two gals going at it, like a toey wolf pack, despite what nice ladies might tell you about their sons. Those boys would happily jerk each other off if they get to watch a couple of chicks licking each other’s verJayJays.
Many a time I’ve seen guys going at it in dark rooms (sure they’ve been gay guys, but straight guys aren’t any different) sticking their cocks into the nearest hole, all heaving and groaning as if they are one single living organism.
7:47am. Nice boys, nice boys, yeah they’re all nice boys until you introduced a bit of snatch, and then they’re not such nice boys generally, despite what their mothers might say about them.
7:49am. There was Willie in the wolf pack watching their brothers in arms take turns on the drunk girl in the locker room, and Willie was having problems getting off, so Adam helped him out, while he finished himself off, now there’s a nice boy for you. They both shot their loads into both of Adam’s hands while Jeremy took his turn in drunk Kylie on the changing benches. She already had four loads in her, Lachlan, Brendan, Liam and Taylor, who was right before Jeremy.
It’s an ugly business, there is no denying it, but that doesn’t make it any less true.
7:49am. AttaBoyBazza with all his muscles arrives.
7:50am. The cute service boy was in with the much admired arse.
7:51am. Cherry, finance chick, was in.
It’s interesting that young gay guys hang around in parks, just for instance, hoping that a couple of strapping lads will turn up and bend them over the nearest park bench taking turns on them until they feel both their loads fill them up. Happy is the twink who is stumbling out of the park in the wee small hours struggling to pull their jeans up as a couple of anonymous dude’s juices dribble out their butt holes.
Why is it that young twinks, who could easily get hurt as much as anyone by big guys have the bravery to put themselves in such a situation and yet chicks are too terrified to do the same kind of thing.
8am. Jason Jones was in.
8:12am. Jason walks back from the printer with his head down looking at a document as he has a habit of doing, so I can freely gaze at his dick bulge in his pants.
I say good morning to him.
Jason says good morning to me.
Jason looks kinda of like Sam. Actually, a lot like Sam. I have thoughts about Jason quite often.
TheBigPoo is in. He is back to his bonkers, cheerful morning attitude, doing impersonations of dogs doing head tilts.
He had his 40th wedding anniversary on the weekend.
The yappy cow who sits outside my office arrives late apparently with stories of her disastrous morning to regale everyone with, kill me now, I think, but fortunately they don’t materialise.
Apparently, I hear later that her lunch let go in her handbag at the train station. No, that is not a smile you see on my face.
10.30am. I have everything pretty much done, I’ve done 4 hours after all, and I’m feeling decidedly bored and am contemplating pulling a sickie and making a run for it. I have that stupid manager’s meeting first.
I think The Midget is working from home? Seriously? So, what am I doing here?
Our meeting is short, none of us really have any issues.
10:40am. I think fuck it after the meeting and I just say straight away that I’m sick and I’m going home. Boris asks me if I’m going to work when I get home and I say yes. “I’ll switch my computer on, sure.”
I tell her it is the continuing stomach problem I have, that I know what it is. And Boris says it’s this place, isn’t it? And I say I wish I could blame it on this place and we both laugh… because we both knew it is that place
The cute service boy says good bye to me by name in the corridor, Bye Christian, it gives me a slight buzz, as I make my way to the kitchen.
I go to the kitchen and get my lunch. I go to grab a couple of bananas to take with me for the tram ride home and I grab a big bunch accidentally and then I’m hesitating with this big bunch in my hand with my satchel open and then after I dither, I just shove the whole lot in my bag and close it and leave. And the whole time the OnlyGoodHRExec is in the kitchen with me, but she has her back to me so I figure it’s okay, but it is kind of risky nonetheless.
10:48am. I’m in the lift going home.
10:53am. I’m on the tram stop and I think I hear a cat and I look up but it’s a man with his baby standing next to me.
I get the tram. The sun is shining.
11:15am. I am home.
The dogs go nuts. Sam puts his hand to his chest and coughs. I smile.
I sign back into work.
The day is easy after that, me, back in my home study where I belong.
What a terrible grey kind of day, nothing much to say, the leaves continue to fall from the trees, Autumn is giving a good display, winter is on the way.
We stayed in for most of the day.
Sam had made a big pot of Beef Rendang, so we ate that for lunch, with rice and greens, nice it was too.
Yeah, sure we took the dogs for a walk in the afternoon.
We checked on some ceramic dog bowls we'd had our eye on in a shop that was finally having a sale. The bowls were $110 each and they weren't included in the sale, of course they weren't.
We got to the bakery, and bought a chocolate croissant and an escargot and we came home and made tea and ate the pastries with the tea.
That was pretty much the day done.
I have to go to the office tomorrow, I hate the company so much for that.
Sam has made me lunch to take with me.
So it is up early and back on the pointless corporate conveyer belt.
Funny, I was looking over my old blogs, adding images retrospectively, some of you may ask why, yeah, well, probably a good question, but I can't help but want to make them as good as they can be. I came across a message from Aby, Don't get caught in some pointless finance job forever, you have greater things to offer life. Ah Aby. Shrug.
I went to the gym after breakfast, yes I did. Right back into it. Not so hard, as it turned out.
We went out to lunch. The sun shone.
The wind blows and the autumn leaves dance in the air about our faces. The wind blows again and autumn leaves fly in the air around our heads. The wind blows again and autumn leaves are blowing up the street.
And that was about all we did, today.
A good Saturday, just what Saturdays were made for.
I fell asleep on the couch in front of the TV. I love that.
