Birthday Weekend

My credit card payment was due tomorrow. Damn! It came into my head as I started the car. I’ll do it tomorrow. (What? Set up internet banking?) I think. I slip the car into gear. 

But, Cathy was going to be late in today, something to do with her mother to which I didn’t listen. Mother, mother, old, sick, needs attention, yap, yap, whatever.

I’d only forget tomorrow. Of course. So, taking advantage of boss lady’s absence, I did it today, even if I was leaving a bit late, as it was. I slipped off to the post office parking the car in a permit zone, (I have off street parking, so why do I need to contribute to the council’s parking tax) It meant, I had to hurry, not that I didn’t have to hurry anyway.

I got to work at 8.36am, job done. Not so late, not so late that anyone would care.

After the small joy of getting my new Org Chart to work, if only on a minor level, I am buoyed to continue with it today.

Pissing away the day, hey hey, pissing away the day. No, not really, but I always feel a little that way when I am left to my own devices at work.

As it turns out, Cathy is possibly away all day, tending to her elderly mother. But, you know, she is such a dedicated working type (read stupid with it) there is a good chance that she will be turning up later today anyway. (take a day off, live a fucking little) I’m sure there is a boredom issue here, what would she do for the rest of the day? Or something like that. There are identity issues involved here too, but I can’t be bothered discussing them.

She was at her desk when I returned from lunch.

Sam is funny. He suggested a certain course of action for my birthday, but that didn’t work out as we couldn’t get supplies in the required time frame. It has to be scheduled for a Friday night, but Mr South Yarra couldn’t get stuff to us until midday on Saturday. No good. I’d imbibed just a little of my (green) goddess, hick, and I didn’t even realise until I hung up the phone. 

Sam mentioned the time frame difference, once I was off the phone. 

So, I had to call back. “No chance for Friday, at this stage,” he said. They aren’t nearly as friendly on the second phone call, let me tell you. 

“Yes?”

“Blahdy blah blah…”

“No.”

Oh.

So, that was that. We had vague discussions regarding Mr South Yarra and collecting it from him half way through the weekend and keeping it for another time, but that was as far as we got.

We walked to the supermarket. That idiot dog wouldn’t walk anywhere else. I was pissed off, as I waited. I hate it when he does that. I wanted to text Sam that I was going home because, of course, Buddy will walk home. 

I made seafood risotto.

After dinner, Sam got some messages and then he asked me if 5 points for $350 was good?

“Sounds good.”

“He’ll be over this way later, he will message me when he is on his way.”

“Who? …?”

“A contact I got.”

“I haven’t got Monday off…”

“It is your easy day, don’t be a baby.”

He got another message a bit later. “Where is the corner of Blah Street and Smith Streets?”

I told him.

He’s funny, he said he was going to meet this guy, on his own. As if I’d let him do that. “I’ll drive you.”

We had to go to the bank and then to the meeting spot. Car parks were at a premium, Thursday night and all. We found a park in Smith Street and waited. 

The next message came, he would be there in two minutes. A black 220. Sam got out of the car and walked over to the meeting spot.  Moments later, a black 220 pulled up, over the crossroad, lights on, engine running. Sam got in. “Text me when you want more,” he apparently said, after the deal was done. You’ve got to love that. It is always hard when you don’t have a reliable contact. Sam got out of the car again. The 220 did a neat u turn and was gone before Sam was back in the car.

Good old mobile man. One of the (dick sucking) brotherhood, apparently. Good for him. Good for him trying to get ahead in life, make a little extra, it is industrious. I thought the govt wanted us all to embrace free enterprise? 

Then it was the usual procedure, Manhaus for lube and poppers and then Woolies for Up & Go, (the preferred meal replacement misbehaving weekend supplement)

I was told I should start preparing the long beans when I got home… but, I vetoed the food instead. Lately, when it doesn’t seem to work, we have always eaten just before hand. Shrug. I don’t know, but it is worth a try, I reckon.