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.

Boris is Back

Boris was back, she had a good holiday. She only got back late yesterday. She said she couldn't sleep ontop of the late return home.

She laughed. "I don't know what I was thinking when I booked that?"

I noticed the change immediately speaking to someone I didn't have to explain things to, as apposed to someone I had to explain everything to. I could breathe out.

It's good she's back. She's much more diplomatic with the punters than I am. Apparently, Max the temp got good reports on that score when Boris and I and The Midget had a catch up on Zoom, naturally.

I worked from home. Boris worked from home. Max the temp was the only one in the office today. I wonder if she thought we'd deserted her? Nyr? I doubt it. She is a busy little bee.

I thought Boris and Max the temp were doing a hand over today, but apparently that is tomorrow. So Max the temp gets two extra days.

I had an easy day. 50% work, 50% editing my old blog posts.

3pm. Sam and I took Otto for a walk.

Paying For The News?

The news in the morning is pretty boring, just repeats and rehashes of stories that have been going for days. And The Guardian seems to be gearing up for a user pays model, or, at the very least, some data harvesting.

There is the Nepal thing, it is a terrible thing, image that happening, ugh? And I guess, I am heartened by them still pulling people out of the mud, thumbs up. I guess? It's better to hear that, than not. I suppse?

Israel Palestine. Israel Palestine. Israel Palestine. Israel Palestine. Israel Palestine. Israel Palestine. Israel Palestine. Israel Palestine. Israel continuing to commit genocide on the Palestinians all the while nobody wants to talk about that.

Iran is fending off the the bloated orange turds attempts to deflect the news from his documented history of sexual abuse in the Epstein Files.

How he's renamed Earth, Planet Trump.

Some chick got depressed and strangled her kids somewhere in Butt-Fuck Nowhere America. Er? Groan. Hands in the air. Not really sure why this is in our news day after day? It's not going to affect my life, nor do I care.

Some hookers, er, exotic dancers went to a hotel room in the middle of the night with five AFL football players, um, er, and are now claiming sexual assault? Nyr? Why? Um? Oh yes, er, you should be safe in your work environment, no matter what you do, of course you should, but what are they claiming, they went to the hotel room to do the player's tax returns? Really, the best place for this is the courts, not the news day after day after day.

Leftist insurgents are storming the midterms – just don’t call them all democratic socialists, ug, American politics. I'm beginning to feel the same about the orange bag of shit's voice, as I did about Tony Abbott's way back when - almost equally as repulsive men - (stop the goats, ditch the progress, people like me) if I never hear that voice again...

And of course, the rise of our very own nightmare, right wing, red haired bitch from Queensland. Also on repeat. What an ugly slag she really is.

Oh yes, and the best one, American football is inexplicably being played in Melbourne, why? I have no idea. When I googled the reason why, Google claimed there were 6.6 million Australian fans. What? They are claiming that something like 25% of the Australian population are American football fans? Really?

My point being, the most interesting news article I found today was the rise of cat seducers, where neighbours actively attempt to steal their neighbour’s cats away by feeding them and making them feel at home in their place, often even after being asked not to. I read this article while patting Milo on the couch next to me.

Of course, I am always interested in celebrity deaths, there just should be a few more of them to spice up my morning read.

Mostly now, my reading of the news in the morning takes just minutes as I pass over nearly all the news articles provided.

My point being, the news providers have a tough job trying to convince me to pay them for any of this.

I have no idea why people get so invested in the news, on repeat? Does anyone else have any ideas why?

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.