Back To Me, Melissa

10am. Melissa says we need to have a catch up this morning downstairs. Why do I always feel as though I’m going to the gallows after such discussions? Thanks (previous) Black law firm. 

(it is widely accepted that all the employees who escaped the Black Law Firm need therapy to get over their time there)

I still don’t have any confidence in myself.

Our meeting turns out to be more about Melissa than me, thankfully. Very happy about that.

She got Beck’s job but never got the title or the pay rise. So, she’s been hassling The Big Poo for it. He’s been resisting. Recently, it came to ahead, Melissa and The Big Poo had words and Melissa finally got what she wanted, but it hasn’t pleased The Big Poo. He lashed out with a few excuses, but couldn’t come up with examples when Melissa asked him. There was something about complaints, but again no examples when asked.

This is all according to Melissa.

Why am I working Thursdays again Big Poo. Oh yes, what? Melissa keeps fucking stuff up, was that it?

I’m pretty sure she blames her constant fuck ups on me.

Apparently, my chicken little CD has arrived at home with Patti and Joss Stone singing Stir it up. Sam messages me.  Something to look forward to.

It is rainy at the end of the day, and I haven’t bought a jacket with me and I am in short sleeves, lovely. Good thing it isn’t so cold, in fact, I kind of like it. So, I catch a tram down Collins Street. I’m still not getting off at Spring Street though, I’m getting off at Albert Street, two stops past the free tram zone end. Shrug. It gets me up the hill. I’ve got an umbrella ☂️😬.

I listen to Laura Nyro and Labelle.

It had stopped raining by the time I got to Albert Street, so I got off and walked home in my short-sleeved shirt.

LouLou was coming to stay at 5pm, as she had a 10am appointment to see a psychiatrist in Richmond tomorrow as a part of her Workcover claim, but it was changed to 11am, so she is driving down in the morning. She is coming to stay after the appointment.

We took Buddy to the dog park. We walked the longer circuit, Brunswick Street, Johnston Street. We had to wait near the corner of Brunswick and Johnston Streets while it rained again. Rain drops falling heavily from the sky, kind of beautiful, really. 

We went to Woolies, waiting outside the lift under cover out of the rain. Then we went to Coles to get pasta we forgot at Woollies.

We ate tuna pasta for dinner.