Sunday Lunch

I'm going to go and have lunch with my step-daughter and my step-grandson. It's his birthday today, he must be turning, er, um, I should know this, 22?

It will be nie. I never see them enough.

It is a weird kind of day, muggy warm, overcast grey, with intermittent rain. You know, one of this days. Well, at least it isn't cold.

David called a few days ago. He invited us out for dinner with some mates.

"You know something, David, I'm already doing lunch with Jane, and you know something, that is enough people for me for one day."

"I completely understand," said David.

Sublime Saturday

We went out for lunch, it was a gorgeous day. We walked the dogs. Walking through the park was sublime. We ate Indonesian food. It was kind of quiet in Lygon Street.

How quickly the days pass and I am looking down Monday morning, again. Apparently, I am supposed to go ito the office. I'm still thinking about quitting my job, because I don't want to go back to the office. Yeah, I know, even I'm sick of hearing myself say it.

Why am I so scared to do it? Those go-getting type amongst us would just quit and go onto bigger & better things. Why aren't I one of those go-getting types?

The day drifted away. The sun shone in the lounge room window. I fell asleep for a while on the couch. Nice. A good way to spend a Saturday.

Sunny Friday

I watched The Empty Canvas. Otto and I lay on the couch together.

Brun heads upstairs straight after Sam heading upstairs to start work.

I thought about going to the gym, I truly did.

The sun is shining outside, it is a gorgeous day.

I must do something other than sitting on my arse all day. I must.

Tra la.

Then my favouirte, handsome, South African car YouTuber posted and that's me accounted for until lunch.

It's my ex's birthday, Happy Birthday Lauri.

The Empty Canvas

I got my converted VHS Bette Davis movie back. Horst Buchholz is magnificent and I have been fascinated with Bette Davis ever since I saw Whatever Happened To Baby Jane as an 8 year old.

I had to drive out to the northern suburbs, which I kind of know. $30 later and I am kind of disappointed with the result, although watchable, it is pretty poor.

Now, I wonder, if this is just this conversion, or is this as good as I can hope? I don't know?

Could someone do a better job of it? I wonder?

Old black and white movies really have to be good prints/versions for all that contrasting light and shadows to shine.

I might ask someone else if they can do a better job of it. There is a classic movie shop in the city, I might ask them. One day. No hurry. 

The empty canvas is the only one I can truly put my name to.

Now, I have to find and English language version of The Scientific Card Player. The other Italian movie Bette Davis made.

The rest of the day, I lay on the couch watching car reno shows on YouTube. Day off, why not.

I fell asleep in the afternoon. You have to love that. The sun shone outside, the day went on regardless.

I didn't go to the gym, much to Sam's chagrin. I must go to the gym. I must go tomorrow.

The Last Day of the Week

Boris is away sick.

It's been a busy day.

3pm. Fuck it, I'm knocking off to walk the dogs. I need to get away from work and get some intelligent conversation.

Just as I say that, I get emails from Fish Face and The Ponytail, at once. Jasus! I might need therapy after that.

Fish Face asked me for a breakdown of some figures. So, I sent her the breakdown of the required figures. She replied to my emial, still with my spreadsheet attached and said, You know what, I need a breadown of those figures. Dumb as a box of rocks. Shake of the head. 

The Ponytail starts her email with, May you provide me with this information. A very senior staff member uses bad grammar, oblivious. May I? I choose the may not option. If anything, it makes me laugh. 

Anyway, life is too short. It is just a curious time of year. 

I'm out of here, it is a gorgeous day outside, just lovely, now I'm off to enjoy it.

A Shit Show End Summer

It's a shit fight this time of the year. We do pay rises and promotions March 01st.

Of course, idiot me is involved in all the finances around the pay rises. It is that time of the year when I have to get up close and personal to HR, smelling their putrid breath and seeing the blood shot hue of their eyes.

Ha ha, I do all my work by email so as to avoid that very situation.

HR are popping their plugs all over the place, including Fat Tony, trying to get their incompetent work skills to produce results. Actually, Fat Tony is bailing, he's gone in a week. I'm guessing nobody will notice him gone.

That takes us back to an all female HR dept, and that's when they get really hard to deal with.

Yay. Looking forward to it.

Monday in The Office

Oh, yes, Monday in the office. I got up at 5am. I got into the office at 6.30am. A couple of coffees to get going. Then I was undisturbed for 2 hours. Lovely.

Oh, yes, everyone was pleased to see me. Yay.

"I feel like I haven't seen your smiling face for ages," said the Big Poo.

Oh, yes, whatever.

I left at 3pm.

It was really hot outside. 38 degrees. I guess, that is one advantage about being in the office, air con environment. Otherwise, it is just like they make me spend all that time travelling to get there and then I do exactly what I could be doing at home.

Grrrr.