Working From Home

I'm defying Boris today. She told me she wanted me to work in the office today, but I'm not going.

Sam has to spend two days in his office, unusual for him, so I am working from home to look after the woofs.

I was going to tell Boris that I will work in the office on Wednesday - they just want me to work one of my days in the office - and I may still do that, but I've decided, initially, I'm just going to say I am working at home today.

I'm torn about this return to the office bullshit, even if it is only for one day a week. I feel like I am being a pussy and just caving in to it.

I've tried to tell them I want to work permanently from home, but they don't really listen, certainly Boris doesn't.

Anyway, we'll see.

What can they do? Sack me. (cross your fingers) Okay, go on then, at least it would make my mind up about resigning.

Oh, I can't decide about resigning? I don't know if I am being stupid, or not. Sam tells me not to resign, and that I am being stupid. 

"It's one day a week," he says. 

But, you know, twice I have spent too long in jobs that made me unhappy, so...

I know one thing, never threaten to resign. Either do it, or continue to state your case for what you want, or why you are unhappy.

Street Party

It was the gay street party near us today. It was hot. We walked up and down for a bit. 

I don't know, unless, you are young, and want to get out of it on drugs and dance, and fuck everyone, nyr, it's all a bit, been there done that, many times.

I took my VHS tape out to the northern suburbs to get converted to someone who'd I'd assumed was a 20 something asian kid living with his parents, who turned out to be a big middle aged dyke with dogs and a dyke attitude.

So, there you go.

Spent most of the rest of the day on the couch out of the heat.

A Day At The Beach

What to do today? We decide to go to Sandridge Beach. Once the decision is made, we are free to piss the rest of the morning away. Well, we’re going to do stuff, we have made the decision.

12:30pm. We’re in Clarendon Street.

Our usual South Melbourne eating hole is busy with a bunch of braying self focuses, commandeering the tables, even if it might have been questionable that they were even sitting to eat. There seems to be some group that has mindlessly descended en mass. They all have on wrist bands. They have the delusional self confidence, and entitlement, of a Christian Group. We pretty much decide that’s what they are. 

We walk around the corner and eat dumplings in Clarendon Street, which was much nicer anyway. Dappled shade rather than direct sun.

South Melbourne seemingly has its share of men in shorts with nice legs. Oh, sure, I’m a sucker for a nice set of legs.

1pm. We’re heading to the beach.

It was lovely on the beach, perhaps not quite warm enough to swim, even though I wanted to.

We splashed around in the shallows and a lovely time was had by all, on shell beach, which is Sandridge.

Our SPF sunscreen is past its use by date, but I figure that will just take it from a SPF 50, to a SPF 45, perhaps.

(Later, I would read LeTan Watermelon was one of the sun tan lotions that never contain sunscreen at a SPF 50 level, as claimed, so it was, in fact, probably, next to useless, on the beach today)

It goes well on the beach, until Brun decides he wants to chase another dog’s stick. So, I go to retrieve Brun and Otto follows. This chick’s labrador doesn’t like Brun, and then Otto, trying to get the stick and it gets nasty. The Labrador’s owner acts like it is our fault. I don’t know, maybe it was, but I still say it was her Labrador that got nasty first.

The bulldogs go on their leads to avoid any further confrontation.

I am contemplating swimming, but I have to say all these shark bites just lately way heavily on my mind.

The chick with the labrador leaves so we let the bulldogs off their leads again.

The bulldogs splash around again together. Otto seems to want to roll in the shallow water, which is kind of new for him.

Another bunch of slappers start throwing a ball to a German Shepard nearby. Then another guy starts throwing a ball to a Border Collie nearby in the other direction, so we decide to leave.

Sam washes the bulldogs under the outdoor shower things provided, which they hate.

We go for a walk down to the surf living club and beyond, to dry the dogs before we get in the car.

3:30pm. We’re home.

I tried doing stuff on my blog, but I got sleepy. You know when you get that wobbly, sleepy thing happening, when you continually close your eyes for a micro second, well, that was me. Why fight it, I suddenly thought.

I put on Renee Geyer, the end of Winner, on in my headphones. I've been listening to a lot of Renee Geyer, lately, she is my Queen of Soul. 

I fell asleep and slept until 7pm.

We ate leftover Japanese pancake for dinner.

I message David with an image of Doctor Smith with a question mark. We’d talked about, The pain, the pain, yesterday.

He has some pain thing, Fibromyalgia, that flares up from time to time. (No, I wouldn’t call it a look-at-me condition) He had it yesterday.

He replied with, the drugs are lovely.

In The Office, or Not?

Should I resign from my job? Wasn't there the Great Resignation? Yes, well, okay so I'm a few years late for that.

Boris said to me that I should spend every Monday in the office, and I don't want to. After working from home, and experiencing how good that is, going into the office is going to make me unhappy?

Sam, essentially, tells me I am being indulgent. (Yeah, thanks for the support)

Shouldn't I choose happiness in this life which is astonishingly short, after all?

Morning Walk

It was a glorious morning. I took the dogs for a walk early.

The sun shone, there was a lovely breeze.

I was listening to Marvin Gaye, the morning couldn't have been cooler.

I was walking down Brunswick Street, nonchalantly, listening to my music, when this sexy bike rider in tight black shorts, with great legs, was messing around with his panniers on the ground. I took two, maybe three more steps, after this photo was taken – I was taking photos of my dogs, so I had the camera ready to go in my hand – and he bend right over in front of me, just as I walked up behind him, just like that. I could easily have just reached out and grabbed him by the hips.

Oh, could you imagine?

“Ah?”

“Ah!”

Pffffff, it made me think, wild thoughts. He was a good sort. I felt a sly smile appear across my face.

He had no idea what had just happened. No, not a clue.

He got on his bike and rode away.

I kept walking.

End of My Week

Well, that's all folks, for another week. It's the end of my time. It's my day off tomorrow, starting tomorrow. Yay! Ha, ha. I always feel relaxed right about now. Calm. Centred. Joyous. Entering into a new era, on a weekly basis. Escape. Transitioning. Throwing it all off, and not looking back. At peace. It all just kind of washes over me some time after 3.

Just Another Tuesday

It was just a Tuesday, what can I say. It was hotter than I expected it to be.

I worked until later than I thought I would, 4'ish.

I listened to soul singer Regina Belle for most of the day. Good singer.

Boris asked a couple of questions during the day which really made me wonder if she is, actually, keeping up?

Otto lay on the couch in the study all day next to me, snoring gently. I wanted to sleep too.

What could. I say?

Quixotic.

Accismus.

Petrichor.

Defenestration.

Tittynope?

But none of those would have helped, no. I had to keep working until the afternoon got long and, as it turned out, the hottest part of the day, then I could sleep.

Although, I didn't. I just changed computers and kept going. Well, not exactly going in the same vein, you understand, but still staring at a screen, none the less, although now lying on my back on the couch.

I re-read the news. Oh, you know, car crashes being what they are?

Nicki Minaj can say whatever she likes about the joke Trevor Noah told about Donald Trump commenting on her big arse, the entire Grammy audience cheered when Trevor Noah said she wasn't attending the Grammy's that night

Then I watched the sexy guys dancing half naked on Facebook, more often than not, their tossles jiggling about noticeably in their shorts.

I checked if the guy had responded to me saying that I wanted to engage him to convert my $100 VHS tape, but he hadn't. He still hasn't.

Brun licks my leg as I type. I like that more than I expected. 😀