David has been melting down all day, about my decision about us not to attending his birthday.
Too upset to speak, can’t stop crying, the works.
Roll of my eyes.
Jasus!
Worst thing, apparently, as I’m the one he’d usually de-stress with, and in this instance he can’t do that.
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.
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.
I've come up with a new idea to combat going to the office on Monday.
I wake up early anyway. Oh, I don't know why? Because I'm stupid, because my body if rebelling against me, who knows, it doesn't matter.
I wake up at 5am. I sign into work and do all the work that I need to do. 5am to 9am is plenty of time to get nearly everything I have to do done.
I have 10 years of sick leave I have never used, and which I am never going to use.
Boris never signs in until 9am, so just before 9am, I'll message her and say I am sick for the day.
I put in sick leave for the whole day.
My work is done and I don't need to go to the office, using sick leave I am never going to use anyway.
I think it is brilliant.
The only problem, it is only an occasionally scheme that I can use.
Anyway, it gets me out of going to the office today, and that's all I care about at the moment. What is it they say, if you are anxious, you are living in the future, so lets not be anxious.
8am. I was done. I message Boris with my sick day message.
Boris replies hoping I feel better soon.
I feel no guilt.
