What a Fuck Up, Is All I Could Think

 

I generated AI images all day.

We ate leftovers for lunch.

I just generated AI images all afternoon with no concern for anything else. I’d got kind of obsessed with it. It took up the rest of the day.

4pm. Sam comes downstairs and says, “Let’s go.” Take the dogs for a walk.

I’m in the bathroom. Oh, the wedding tomorrow? (now, today) My nieces wedding. In the country, tomorrow. I should have thought about it before now. I’d done nothing. I’d not even sorted out the clothes I’d wear. I should have done stuff.

I just thought I’d transfer the money as a present, but I’m thinking about it now, is that wedding enough? I should have put more thought into this?

Should I have got a cheque, or a money order, or whatever, and put it into a card to give. You know, so I had something to give?

Should I have got a card? Does anyone care about cards?

Not to mention I find social settings kind of stressful, Sam does too. Not with friends, of course, but these aren't friends, these are my young nieces friends.

Oh, I started to stress.

We take the dogs for a walk.

There is a couple sitting at pubs out door tables. They “oo” about the bulldogs. They want to pat one of them, both of them. 

Of course you do, I think wearily.

“This is Brun.” Otto walked ahead with Sam. “He’s a bit… he’s got a bit, since he’s become a teenager, he’s a bit less likely to want to be patted actually.”

“Oh, fair enough,” they say. They pat Brun. He performs like a dog getting patted.

I’m thinking more about the wedding. I took one of the hotel rooms because I thought it was a few hours away, you know, 2 ½, or the like, but it is only an hour and twenty minutes.

I wish we hadn’t got the hotel room. That was a mistake. I can’t really back out of that now. We should have just left at the end of it, and made a clear get away, that would have been the sensible thing to do. 

Why didn’t I give that more thought?

Drive up, do the wedding, drive home afterwards. We could have looked after the bulldogs ourselves. Charlie could have gone to work. (Sam made Charlie give up a night of work to look after Brun and Otto)

Why didn’t I get a cheque/money order? Why didn’t I get a card? Why did I get a hotel room? Why did I get all of that so wrong?

Sam starts to nag me about the gym as we’re walking up the street. Initially, I thought he said he wanted to go to the gym?

“You want to go to the gym?”

“No, you. Go to the gym, or cancel it.”

“Oh.” Not now.

“You are just throwing money down the drain.”

“Am I?” Resigned sigh. 

You know I’d been thinking lately that things are wrong. Mark & Luke are coming to town. They asked to borrow my car. Oh, yeah, sure. I didn’t really want to, but I said yes. David now asks to borrow my car when he’s in town too. At least David gives it back full of petrol. But he ran up toll charges. Mark is kind of careless with stuff, so it would be nothing for him to run up toll charges and get speeding fines, or scratch it. Oh, he probably wouldn’t scratch it, but… oh, um? Am I just being selfish, but it’s not a hirer car.

David, Mark and Luke, don’t ask to stay because they think we have house mates, which came from the one time when we had friends staying from overseas. Then, after, that they said something about not being able to stay because of our housemates, incorrectly, and we just kind of agreed. 

I’m not sure why, but they think it is still the case, and you know, it is easier that way.

Mark and David have so many lovely qualities that it would be hard to mention them all, Mark is my favourite person on the planet, after Sam, of course, but they are both, what I call, anyway-back-to-me people, yes, kind of self focussed, you know when people’s best qualities and their wost qualities are often the same qualities. So in the process of thinking about their own needs, that is where this confusion about not being able to stay has come from. I’m not sure if that makes senses, but it makes sense to me.

I love Mark dearly, but he is hard work when he stays. He complains endlessly about Brun and Otto, wants them put outside all the time, which Sam absolutely hates, and I do too. Mark kind of spends his whole time subtly complaining about anything and everything, which I am sure he doesn’t even realise he is doing, and Sam hates that too. Sam likes Mark, but he hates him staying.

You know, I got all the lovely, fabulous stuff with Mark over the years, but Sam has never really got all of that to counteract the negative.

Anyway, they are coming to Melbourne, and I can’t help but think it is all kind of built on a lie.

“Have you cancelled it?”

I tune back into Sam. “What?”

“Have you cancelled it?”

“What?” I had tuned out.

“Your gym?”

Oh, we are still talking about that? “Yes, yes I have.”

“Really?”

I just looked at him like I really didn’t want to hear this again, now. I wanted to scream. YES, SURE I SHOULD HAVE CANCELLED IT, OR SUSPENDED IT, OF WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU DO WITH THEM, BUT I HAVEN’T, NO, I HAVEN’T. IT IS JUST ANOTHER FUCK UP, IN A LONG LINE OF FUCK UPS THAT I HAVE MANAGED TO ACHIEVE LATELY, but I didn’t. I just sighed heavily.

“How many hundreds of dollars have you thrown away.”

I didn’t answer.

“Or is it thousands by now?”

Usually, I just ignore him. Usually, I can stay calm with such things, maybe to my detriment, but I couldn’t. “Oh, shut up will you!”

The wedding. The gym. Mark and Luke coming down, and the lie about the flat mates. The lie about the flatmates with David, for that matter. Otto being a problem with people visiting the house. The mistakes I have been making at work. My car? I just wanted it all to stop. So, I stopped. I stopped talking. I just went silent. You know when everything starts to overwhelm you, in the end, sometimes, you just have to put up your shields. 

We walked the back streets of Fitzroy in silence. You know that warm, almost satisfying silence that comforts and kind of separates you from everything all at the same time. The kind of silence you relax deep down into, losing yourself.

I’m sure Sam thought I stopped talking to him, but, really, I stopped communicating with the world.

4:45pm. We’re at the bar with the big dog bowl. The two boofs have a big drink of water each.

The sun is shining. Crows (I think they are ravens) are calling from the top of the light poles.

Fifteen minutes later we’re home.

We ate pasta for dinner. Really nice pasta, I might add.

I couldn’t generate any more AI images for my 2019 blog, as I suspected that I was just wasting my time, anyway, so I plumped up the pillow on the big couch, Brun jumped up onto the couch behind me like the hot water bottle that he is, and I drifted off the sleep.

Mano a pata.

What a fuck up, was all I could think.

And it all stopped.

Pimple

I finally squeezed that damn pipmple right under my jawline. Just now.

I can't tell you what a relief that is.

Once my fingers had found it, they haven't been able to keep themselves away from it, and it has been painful. The fiddling. It's just annoying how your hands practially turn into white blood cells and go to the problem on their own relentlessly. Grrrr. I was contemplating  mittens.

(Do you want to hear my only clean joke? What happened when the cat had sex [stay with me] with the ball of wool? It had mittens. I love that stupid joke)

It's been a blind pimple for the last few days, but this morning, my fingernail just managed to kind of absentmindedly scrape the top off it and it went pop and the relief was instant.

To the depth of my soul, "Yeeeeeeeesssssssssss."

David

David suffers from Fibromyalgia. Not exactly sure what it is, but it causes him debilitating pain when he has a flare up.

He's had it for the last few days.

We just watched the police and an ambulance take a woman from the drive way of the place over the road, yelling the whole way that she didn’t have to go. 

It made me think of David? So I messaged him and told him.

He messaged back that it was the first time he'd laughed in days.

Christian:

💖 We just watched the police and an ambulance take a woman from the drive way of the place over the road, yelling the whole way that she didn’t have to go. It made me think of you? How are you feeling today?

Darling

David:

You’re the only one who makes me laugh

It’s been 3 days of hell … 

Christian:

Are you feeling any better?

No ambulance?

Screaming?

Biting?

Scratching?

David:

No … not really 

    I need a shower … but don’t even have the energy for that 

Christian:

Darling

🤣 I thought I could smell something

Work Mistakes

It was really busy work wise. I uncharacteristically made a few stuff ups. Some how, Boris was saying it was a systems/computer error. That may, or may not have come from me. 😀

The Midget was on to me. She dramatically demanded that Boris did a full investigation. So Boris did.

I know how to cover my tracks, though. I mean, I sorted them all out, fixing everyone of them. It was only when I had fixed them all that The Midget became aware of them at all.

Boris found nothing, but, you know, I was a little, you know, er, what would you say, nervous, er, kind of. I'm not really that worried, but I'd like to get off teflon free, rather than not, if you understand. I hate stuffing things up.

I've since found another mistake I have made. I don't know what the hell was wrong with me this week, but I'm gonna fix the latest cock up (don't you love that expression? Reminds me of all my old boyfriends) on the down low.

Always fix stuff. Never cover stuff up. The cover up is worse than the mistake. But by the same token, I don't have to telegraph my mistakes.

They'll see the correction. Er! Big deal. 

If I make a mistake, and I have found the mistake, and I have fixed the mistake, before any of the drama queens (not Boris, she's not a drama queen) I work with know about it, did the mistake really happen at all.

Luke

 

This is Luke

Luke got himself a new bathing suit.

Luke likes his new bathing suit.

Luke thinks he looks good in his new bathing suit.

Luke thinks his new bathing suit fits him well.

In The Office

I'm going into the office. I know! Kill me now!

Just Lunch

We went out for lunch. We ate Malaysian in Lygon Street.

That was about it. It was Sunday. What else are we supposed to do?

A Day In The Life

I was up early. I make coffee first thing.

I hear the gush, gush of air above us. I go out and gaze at a bright orange and a bright yellow hot air balloon in the bright morning sky.

The magpies call from the trees.

Milo cuddles up to my left leg. He knows he has to get his love in before either of the red monsters is up.

8am. Sam was up.

I make Vegemite toast.

Sam makes coffee.

I continue generating AI images for my 2021 blog. I’m getting them done. I think I am half way through 2021. It is time consuming. I try to re-write some of my blog posts at the same time, that is even more time consuming.

10.30am. I have a shower in preparation of heading into town.

10:49am. We walk the Bulldogs into town for haircuts. Our hair, not theirs.

The sun is shining. The sky is almost totally blue, just a few clouds. It’s warm in the sun.

It is an easy walk into town. How many times have we done it? Lost count. We meet a couple of Jack Russells on the way. One of them acts aggressive, Pedro. He gets told off by his owner.

11.21am. Brun, Otto and I are standing outside the Centre as some guy is on our usual seat. It was the same last haircut. Very annoying. 

Sam is getting his haircut, he’s the first one to go in, I wait for him to have his haircut then I get mine. He messages me from the salon and tells me there’s only three hairdressers on this morning and they all have women and they’re all getting colour so it could be a while. 

Yay! Same story as last week when we attempted to get haircuts but abandoned the idea.

All women, could be awhile, the words I didn’t want to hear sitting here on this lovely Saturday morning, which I’d like to go and enjoy it rather than sitting and waiting in one spot.

11.23am. A guy stops and pats Brun. Otto, not so keen. Surprise, surprise.

Another guy stops just after, he has a staffy, but he had a bulldog when he was a child. I tell him that I kind of fancy a boxer. He says he fancies a boxer too

11:30am. Sam tells me he’s still waiting.

The guy sitting on our park bench – who has mysteriously transitioned into a girl. No, she was a girl all along – gets up and leaves.

So then, I’m sitting on the shady side of the street, sitting on a steel street bench, which is kind of weird to sit on to start off with because it’s cold, but I acclimatise fairly quickly, your bum is very good at acclimatising, I’ve always said that.

Lots of people stop and say hello to the Bulldogs, which is not unusual, lots of people always stop and say hello to the Bulldogs. I guess two together is infinitely more exciting than one, I suppose. They take photos.

I pass the time writing on my phone.

I look up and there’s a rather nice looking 35-year-old blonde guy standing against the front wall of chemist gazing intently at the Bulldogs. He doesn’t say anything, people often don’t. “I like to watch,” and all that. As it turns out he was waiting for his wife to come out of the convenience shop

11:39am. Otto goes and stands on Brun’s head, like he always has, since he was a puppy. Continually, as is his way.

“Oh Otto, come here, sit sit sit sit sit,” I say

11:40am. An older guy stops.  ‘Fabulous dogs.”

He pats Brun

“It’s great having two,” he says as he walks away.

“Yes, it is one of the things I love,” I say. “Seeing the two of them together.”

11:41am. A guy comes and sits on the other end of the bench I’m sitting on. Oh, I – yes quite unfeasibly – hate that. He is no too much of a bother, as it turns out, he is still and silent, in fact pretty quickly I forget he is there. The dogs ignore him. 

A woman walks past with a gold & white Frenchie. She asks the friendship if he wants to say hello to the Bulldogs, but he keeps walking. She laughs, because she knows I heard what she said, and says something about him being sulky this morning. Her husband is with her in a pair of pale grey track pants, and he has the most incredible arse you’ve ever seen. Talk about the cliched bubble butt.

12:03pm. Sam messages me from the salon and says that the Serious Face hairdresser has started cutting the first of the 5 men who are waiting, and then it’ll be Sam’s turn, but that still leaves the next three, not to mention any who have wandered in since he gave me the report of five waiting, who knows how many might be waiting now?

12:11pm. No matter what I do I can’t get stupid blogger out of Preview, I don’t know why? I wonder if it’s a fault with the phone application? Maybe?

12:17pm. An older lady walks past with two long hair cream Chihuahuas. It is beyond me how anyone likes those horrible rat dogs. They are hideous.

12:18pm. A tiny poodle walks past with the owner and it throws a tantrum, I’m not really sure why it’s throwing a tantrum, but it is. The owner kind of lifts it up slightly by the lead to manoeuvre away from the Bulldogs. The Bulldogs just stand there and their heads move as they watch this little poodle go past. 

A lady following says, “And look at these two they’re just saying oh whatever.” She laughs. The bulldogs were. 

12.20pm. Sam comes out. “Would you stop doing that typing?” He says.

I head in. One guy is just taking a seat, with Serious Face. There seems to be another guy waiting. 

Ugly/Cute hairdresser is back. He has a really bad blond ’do’ which does nothing for his micro thin layer of good looks.

12:23pm. I catch sight of myself in the mirror? I have no business commenting on anyone’s looks.

Ugly/Cute guy is free, but there is still another guy waiting ahead of me. Middle-Aged looking 30 year old guy. Ugly/Cute guy directs him to his chair. He produces phots of how he’d like his hair cut.

A fat queen walks in in a grey Hawaiian shirt with cream and gold flowers and shorts.

12:31pm. It looks like I’m getting Serious Face for my haircut. Yes, the boy who never smiles.

12:32pm. A cute brown skin boy walks In. Slim. Pointy face. Cool maroon hoodie and camo shorts and runners. Cap. Beard. Hairy legs. He says, “hello boss how are you?”

She replies with something about getting another shave.

(I’d shave him)

He immediately takes out his phone and stares down at it.

12:33pm. No Serious Face has another woman’s colour going in the corner that I hadn’t noticed, which he now turns to.

Boss Lady announces she has to go to the toilet and she exits the shop.

12:39pm. Ugly/Cute guy is free. He calls me over to his chair.

He asks me how I’d like my hair. He then proceeds to cat it really short.

12:50pm. I’m done.

We go have lunch. We eat Thai food up Bourke Street a bit.

12:59 pm. A plump queen in pale blue jeans with sparkly stars all over them and a black leather jacket with stars down the arms draped over his shoulders minces by. We both practically said at the same time could you get any gayer than that?

1pm. The guys stopped with Jiggy the bulldog, who I’m sure we’ve met before. Otto plays up. Gets all Grrrrrr/bouncy. 

Still in his excited mood, Otto goes for the feet of an elderly Asian food delivery guy who seems quite offended by it.

It’s funny on the odd occasion that Otto goes for people’s feet in the street, people either laugh, thinking its funny, or they get offended.

1:05pm. A woman stops at pats Brun. I wasn’t sure if she was a tranny, or just a heavy smoker.

A couple of Boston Terriers and a couple of Jack Russells come along just as we are leaving for home. We all walk up Bourke Street together.

The sun is shining. It is a gorgeous day.

Early afternoon, we’re home.

Oh hello hey hey hey hey ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha wow that was really cool

Sam asks Charlie about minding the dogs next Saturday night when we go to the wedding. Charlie says he is working.

Charlie is not inclined to cancel the shift when Sam asks him to.

Sam is annoyed. “I have looked after him for four years and I ask him for one favour and he can’t do it.”

2.50pm Charlie goes to work.

Sam is very cross. He reports to grandma and his sister, Charlie’s mum.

A bit later, Charlie says he can cancel the shift if Sam wants him to.

I generate AI images for my 2021 blog

Sam sleeps on the couch.

4.30pm. Sam goes to the supermarket.

5pm. Sam is back complaining he is exhausted by all the food he has to carry back from the super market for us.

We ate matcha and strawberry cake and drank tea.

7:55pm. I got to Coles again to get disposable food containers because Sam forgot to get them. Apparently, it’s my job to go and get them when he forgets something.

I ate leftover beef bulgogi for dinner. Sam ate instant noodles.

We watched Travels with Agatha with Sir David Suchet

We ate green tea ice creams

 

Toll Roads

I hadn't check my emails for a few days. Oh, so many emails, who can be bothered wading through that lot. (I currently have 750 unread emails)

Anyway, my toll statement came up and it said, A Friendly Reminder...

Of what, I thought?

So, I open the email and it says they it was a follow up reminder that my account was overdrawn?

Overdrawn, I thought? Can't be.

I hadn't topped up my toll account since 2020, I was kind of proud of it. I don't use toll roads, just out of principal. The govt should fund roads out of our taxes, and roads should be free for everyone. I believe that wholeheartedly.

I knew that I only had a few dollars of balance on my account. 

I knew that I did use a toll road at the beginning of the year, when Sam directed me to the video conversion woman's house. I should have looked at the directions first, before we left, because, as you know, Sam doesn't drive and consequently, he isn't so good with directions without GPS telling him.

Anyway, it was only one toll reader, I was pretty sure at the time I had enough balance to cover it. But, you know, maybe I had misjudged and got it wrong.

20 something dollars overdrawn? What, I think? I wonder if this is a scam email? Well, it could be?

I go to my account. I would always go to my account. I would never work off an unsolicited email.

My account says -$21.80, or something like that. Last day, or so in Feb and 01st March. I look up my journal which has times, more often than not, and, um, ashamedly, er, predictably, I was at home on the couch.

There is a number, so I call it.

The AI voice assistant can't work out what my enquiry is, we try multiple times and then it puts me through to a person. 

The person doesn't have much more success.

"There is an entry on my account, actually two that weren't me."

"Weren't you, I am sorry?"

"There are two entries on my account when somebody else must have been driving."

"Somebody else was driving your car."

"No, I have been charged... oh, what? Somebody else was driving my car?" I leant my car to David. He drove it to Yea. The charge was on Eastlink. "Oh, sorry, I have just worked it out. Somebody else was driving my car."

"Somebody else was driving you car," he repeated.

"Yes. Sorry to bother you."

"It is okay?"

"Yes, it is okay."

David ran up $22 of tolls in my car, actually a bit more than that as I did have some kind of balance, I reckon it was about $5. At least he filled the car back up with petrol. My car is always full of petrol, as I don't drive all that much so it is easy to keep it full.

Actually, I have two cars, neither of which I drive very much, both of which are usually full of petrol.

I always go and fill them up when petrol is cheap

I don't care about the tolls David ran up, as such, I care about any tolls someone is paying to a toll company for something that should be free for everyone.

My message to govt is, stop creating a two tier society, in this case people who can afford tolls, and people who can't.

I think it is govt job to make society more equal, not less equal.

Oh yes, but your taxes will go up, Christian. I don't mind paying more tax for a fairer society. The people who can afford it pay a bit more, and the people who can't pay a bit less.

I hate those people who say, You should see how much tax I pay.

My response is always, Well you must earn a lot of money then.

Sad face

I didn't get a payrise, of a bonus this year, first time. Really, I thought. Do you think I was a bit miffed? I was?

I'm thinking my nonappearance in the office was perhaps behind it. 

It crossed my mind to resign, I kept thinking all morning, I should just do it and get it over and done with.

But then, half way through the day, The Big Poo called me up especially to apologise for the lack of payrise and bonus. He just wanted to reiterate that he appreciated me and he was very pleased with my work, and what I do. (Yeah, but not enough)

He put in payrises and bonuses for me but 'they' knocked them back, whoever they are going up against the CFO of the Southern Hemisphere, so you have to wonder.

He said he should have fought harder for me and he was sorry.

He said he'd make sure I get looked after next year.

Really?

Next year?

Then i did some snooping and it seems that I was one of the very few who got knocked back, so make of that what you will.

Do you think evil HR is behind this, as I embarrass (their stupid arses) them on a weekly basis?

Or do you think it is our evil American overlords? Think The Good Wife?

Anyway, fuck them. It means I no longer have anything to lose? (I guess)

Public holiday and day off. There should be more of them, we just don’t get nearly enough.

It was a glorious morning, promising to be 30 degrees.

We washed the bulldogs, because of the beautiful day.

We walked them to the middle eastern bakery to dry them and get lunch, who says boys can’t multi-task.

Sam got Chalie lunch too, who was still in bed when we left midday. When we got back, Charlie, who is notoriously fussy about what food he eats, pretty much turned his nose up at it. He ate it, kind of reluctantly. We were watching him and he struggled. Afterwards he said he thought it tasted funny. No thank you for getting it for him. 

Sam still cooks his meals for him.

The food was great. Charlie just has immature taste buds. He usually smothers everything in chilli sauce.

Then it got hotter in the afternoon and we lay on the couches in front of the fan doing screens. Sam looks at Tik Tok. I’m still updating my blog.

It is a very easy day, lovely.

Charlie's Boyfriend

There is a packet of seasoned crumbles on our kitchen bench. I just naturally imagine it strawberry and white chocolate crumble, although I don’t take much notice of it. I briefly contemplate what cereal I could have to use them, but let it go almost as quickly as I thought of it

Sam gets up. He looks at the packet, of course.

“Do you think Charlie’s girlfriend…”

“Or boyfriend…”

“Or boyfriend gave him this?”

“I hope so.”

“You hope he was given this?”

“I hope he has a boyfriend.”

“Really?”

“Oh, it would be so adorable if he had a boyfriend.”

“Do you think so.”

“It would be gorgeous.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes,” I say. “Grandma might shit her pants…”

Sam laughed.

“All her boys she sends to Australia turn out to be gay.”

Sam just looked at me.

“But she’d get used to it?”

“It is roast garlic seasoned.”

“Oh, I just naturally imagine it to be a sweet topping.”

“You would,”

“Just like Charlie could be?”

“What?”

“Sweet top man.”

“I see,” said Sam. “It is Indonesian savoury crumble.”

“Oh, I was thinking sweet pie...”

“Do you think he is seeing someone from a restaurant.”

“Maybe he is screwing the owner’s son?”

“You are incorrigible.”

“Oh, it would be lovely to see him with a strapping boyfriend.”

“Or girlfriend.”

“Holding hands with a lovely boy he perhaps met at the gym.”

“A girl from uni?”

“He’s finished uni,” I say. “Maybe he has been seeing this guy since he finished uni, too nervous to tell us.”

“Why would he be too nervous to tell us.”

“Oh, you know, everyone has a coming out story which is difficult for everyone in varying degrees.”

“You think.”

“Yes, of course, everyone has to do it at their own pace.”

“You have thought about this a lot?”

“No, I am just winging it as I tell you now.”

“You’ve got Charlie deep into a serious gay relationship and you are just making this up now?”

“Yeah, sure. I guess it comes easily.”

“Does the boyfriend have a name?”

“I’m working on that.”

Sam laughs.

“I’ll let you know what I come up with.”

Sunny Saturday

It's a gorgeous day, the sun shines.

We did nothing until lunch time when we walked to Carlton to eat Taiwanese food.

Mark calls me while I was waiting for the food to be bought out. He'd been back in hospital for a day, or so, some unspecified infection that they (the doctors) may, or may not have got under control after numerous blood tests and a MRI.

There was a woman eating next to us with a small dog in a pram. During her meal, she took the dog out and posed it on her seat with her food and took photos.

We ate Taiwanese fried chicken. I had chicken on it's own, having sweet corn soup before, and sweet tofu after. The texture of the sweet tofu was off this week, it was kind of curdled, rather than silky and smooth. Sam had fried chicken with all the side dishes.

We meet a lesbian couple in the Carlton Gardens on our walk back with a brindle coloured greyhound. They were nice.

I leave Sam and the dogs to walk home on their own, right at the end of our walk, and I go and do tattslotto before I head home, in a desperate bid not to go back to work next week. I did OzLotto, which I never normally do, after going to the doctor a few weeks ago, and I won most of my money back, so I put the same numbers on again last week, when I won the exact cost of the ticket, so I took that as a sign to play again this week.

I get milk and bananas as well. Kind of staples, everyone should have milk and bananas. Brun and I share a banana sitting on the kitchen floor when I get back.

The sun continues to shine.

We lie on the couches for the rest of the afternoon.

Break in Usual Transmission

Third day off in a row, well, two and a half, okay two and three quarters. How many hours sick leave am I going to apply for? Hmmm?

The sun has been shining down these last few days.

Sam has been too busy working to make any demands on my time.

I've been busy generating AI images for all my old blog posts. Wasting my time adding images for two, and three, year old, and older, blog posts that probably no one is ever going to look at? Quite possibly. But, it is my latest fun thing to do. But it is time consuming, and I'm not getting any writing done.

I'll look at them, and like them.

Am I re-writing history a bit? Yeah, sure, a bit, but this ain't Shakespeare, let's face it. It's just drivel that once dribbled out of my mouth. Nyr!

Anyway, I can't think of much to write today when I am back three years in history sniffing around.

So, hang about, I guess I'll be done soon.

Conservative Right Wing Politicians

* not exact model, picture used for illustrative purposes only 

Jacinta Nampijinpa Price, conservative got minister - shadow minister, I'm forgetting like the conservatives forget, they are not in power - charged taxpayers to fly husband to CPAC where she railed against government spending.

The Liberal senator Jacinta Nampijinpa Price charged taxpayers $2,500 to fly her husband to the CPAC conservative conference in Brisbane last year, where she made a speech calling to cut government spending and implored attendees not to desert the Coalition.

Sickie

I took a sickie. I don't normally take sickie's, I haven't taken one since October 2022, but, really, I was sick when I did take that leave, after my eye operation, so, actually, in this job I have never taken a sickie, as such.

Oh, I don't know, the last few days just gave me the shits, and so I decided to take some of my sick leave, if I am going to resign any time soon, as it totally seems more like a possibility than it did not all that long ago.

Things just seem to be going from bad to worse. Our little department seems to have given up all it's authority to anyone else who seems to want to take advantage. Boris seems to have given in and is just being a doormat to everyone else. It all seemed to start when I took leave. It just reeks of Boris having got a bad review and now she is just doing anything for anyone who asks, and by association, i'm being expected to do the same.

And, I don't like it, because if you don't at least stand up for yourself a little, people take advantage, that is human nature, and that is what I see happening at work.

The Midget got a promotion to captain of the dog's bodies and has turned into a somewhat of a megalomaniac. 

And has The Big Poo taken a bit of a backward step since his brain tumour last year, or was that the year before, now? Time slips by so fast.

Kindness

Weird that the most radical act today seems to be kindness.

Monday

Oh groan, Monday again. I sound like a broken record, I realise that, but they come around so quickly, now don't they.

I feel bad that they expect me in the office, at the same time, I feel pissed off that they expect me in the office. I feel annoyed that this problem has been created, really for no reason.

I think nyr, and I work from home. Let's see what happens.

I see people crushed into public transport, or sitting in huge lines of traffic and I wonder why the workers accepted this again, seemingly, with little push back after being given the gift of working from home during the pandemic?

Out To Lunch

It's just lunch today, that's all that is on the agenda.

It's Sunday

Oh yes, of course, we have cleaned the house, it is Sunday after all, and Sam is a stickler for that. Me? I don't care about cleaning so much. My theory on cleaning is that when it looks dirty to me, then I clean it.

It's another warm, overcast, day. Sometimes I think warm overcast days are hotter than sunny day, I don't know why. At least there is a bit of a breeze.

It is humid, which I hate. Thank you to all the filthy conservative politicians who have ignored climate change causing Melbourne to be humid, where it never was humid. We're still used to the dry heat that used to be Melbourne weather. This humidity sucks.

Vote conservative politicians out of office who are climate change deniers, our lives depend on it.

Anyway, we're just walking to the next suburb, we're gonna eat outside, then we're gonna walk home. Job done.

Day done.