Lovely Friday

I take the dogs for a walk. We went early, to notionally miss the heat of the day. There were a whole bunch of shirtless guy joggers in tiny running shorts. There were a couple of 20 something tradies in tight work shorts, the tan kind with the black leather trim, one looked like Taylor Lautner's big brother, the other had an arse given to the world by god.

And that is all I, really, plan to do today. 

I'm now editing my blog. I'm adding AI images to last year. Ha, ha, that is the first time I have done that, the year before.

I'm still thinking about what I am going to do about work? I don't want to go into the office, not even for 1 day a week. I don't like the direction Boris has taken our department since I have been on holidays.

Is it realistic to quit work and become a writer? I wish more people liked my blog(s), it would give me more confidence.

The sun is shining. It is a lovely day. A perfect 26 degrees.

What To Do?

My big boss, The Big Poo sent a message via Boris that he wants me to attend the office one day a week, namely Mondays.

I told Boris, well, here's exactly the message I sent to Boris, 

I want to work permanently from home. I think I have proved I can do it. It will make me unhappy to go into the office.

I realised later, that she won't convey my message back to The Big Poo, she told me, her job is done.

Boris has completely given into HR, anything they now want they can have, with a side note of, how fast would you like me to provide it to you.

The Midget, who seems to have been promoted to supervise us now, under The Big Poo, (not sure if it has anything to do with the Big Poo's brain tumour last year, or not?) also seems willing to do anything for anyone, no conditions, with the required response of, How high would you like me to jump.

I wonder if Boris got a bad review?

The Midget is being all hung ho because of the promotion, no doubt.

So? What to do?

The Empty Canvas

I bought a VHS tape of an old Bette Davis movie, to add to my movie collection. 

Bette Davis made a movie in Italy called The Empty Canvas. It was released as an Italian language film, but there was an English language version. I bought the DVD, but it was the Italian language version,  with subtitles, of course, and it just wasn’t the same with Bette dubbed in Italian. The English language version was never released on DVD. So, I thought, that was that. 

However, I just recently found out that the English language version was release on VHS tape. So, I just bought an English language VHS version on eBay from American for $100. So, let’s hope that doesn’t turn out to be a disaster.

You know how things turn out, I'll get into the back of my wardrobe and dig out my old VHS player and I'll dust it off, find the wires to hook it up to the teev, well, Sam will, of course, you understand, and I will slide the tape in and excitedly push play and the fuckers will all prattle away in Italian.

Hot Day

 

Yeah, sure it was hot today, 41 to 43 degrees depending who you ask, but I worked all day in the cool, so I barely noticed, but when I went out to check the mail, fuck me, it was like an oven. I wondered if posties would even work today? I guess they wouldn't.

Australia Day

If you have a national day to celebrate the country, and not everyone feels included in that day, no matter how you feel about it, how much of a national day is it really?

Surely a national day should be for everyone.

How much does a flag really represent a country when it has another countries flag on it?

Australia has so much more going for it than another county's flag.

Indian for Lunch

Lunch in the city, Indian. Melbourne Central has these faux laneways, so we take the dogs in. I've seen other people do it too.

Like taking your dogs in Chemistwarehouse.

It was much cooler today, lovely really.

The city smelt of smoke all day from the bush fires burning in the state. I guess that is probably only going to get worse Tuesday with extreme heat predicted.

I wonder how may people will lose their houses before the summer is over?

I wonder how many of them voted conservative who don't believe in climate change?

Hot Day

40 degrees today, what can I tell you?

We took a walk early, as did half of our suburb. There were lots of shirtless men jogging. Then we spent the rest of the day inside.

I remember once when 39, 40 degrees was reported as a hot day, not a day when we're all potentially going to die. When, exactly, did we make that change?

It's going to be hot for the next few days, with Tuesday be 40 degrees.

Trip To Bunnings

Brun and I walked to Bunnings, damn home maintenance needs to be done, apparently. The sun shone. The sky was blue.

Brun mastered the escalator like a fucking champion.

I had to get a flexible hose for the bathroom hot tap. I actually replaced it kind of recently, but I managed to buy one with some kind of emergency shut off, and the stupid thing has shut off 3 times, I think it has been.

So, I chose carefully this time. Brun spread himself right out across the isle, so the tradies had to step over him, not a care. No Bunnings sausage on offer, other than what Brun may have looked up and noticed.

Not that he was looking up.

I rummaged through all the flexible hoses so I was sure not to get one with an emergency shut off, or anything of the sort.

We had a quick trip around the nursery dept, Brun pissing on the plants right in front of the cute nursery guy.

"Sorry," I said. "He thinks he is now outside."

"I think you may have to buy it, now," joke the adorable Bunnings Boy. I felt for a second that he was flirting with me, but no, I think it was just good humour.

As we landed back on the footpath ready to set off for home, I could read the look on Brun's face, 'what? You mean we have to walk all the way back too?' 

"I feel the same way, Bud," I said. "But, it's got tone done."

So, you know, with a little cajoling and we setoff back up the hill. 😁

The sun shone, the day was perfect.

I looked at the Porsche's in the Porsche show room and wondered about my lotto win.

I re-watched Heated Rivalry for the afternoon. You know why I wanted to re-watch it? I kept seeing short clips on Youtube shorts and I kept think I wanted to watch more of that short clip.

I haven't fixed the bathroom sink yet.

I should have got some rust converter for the guttering, but how much can you carry home when you are walking?

At least, I now have the flexi pipe to fix the bathroom sink, whenever it feels right to do so. You don't have to rush these things.

You've Got To Love Thursdays

I lay on the couch all day with my laptop watching YouTube. that was all I did, it was glorious.

I enjoyed watching the Australian conservatives implode. Good job. Apparently, they can't support hate speech laws because they feel it could encroach on their ability to run political campaigns. Yes, that is what it means.

I watched Grandpa Trump slur his way though his Davos - the Whovian in me so wants to call it Davros - speech, calling Greenland Iceland 3 times. Then his pathetic press secretary came out and said he didn't confuse the names, he was referring to the Greenland being an ice land. Seriously?

Sam made me beef bulgogi for lunch, bringing it to me where I lay. And he was working.

I watched an adorable American guy, Jessie, resurrect a 1962 Chrysler 300 and drive it almost 1000 miles back to Missouri, before it caught fire near home and had to be put on a trailer.

You have got to love Thursdays. The sun shone.

There were many things I could have been doing, you know, around the house, fixing the bathroom tap, rust proofing the now rusting gutters, sweeping up the back yard, but I didn't.

I watered all my plants, though. I have a lot of plants, and they are not going to water themselves. My house is full of plants, so it takes some time to water them all.

I fell asleep on the couch for some time in the late afternoon, exhausted from the day I'd had, before Sam woke me to take the dogs for a walk.

Feet Up

End of my busy 3 day week, and a long weekend, Invasion Day, er, Australia Day, so I now have 5 days off. lovely.

And then after that, I work 2 days. It's kind of like the inverse of the week, 5 days off, 2 days on. Bloody lovely.

I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here

I'm sucked back into I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here, not really sure why?

Julia is so bad, she is good. Robert is just a bit too earnest, and his dialogue is still kind of Disney drama speak.

How much of a celebrity are these people when my honest response after being introduced to them is, who?

I can't help but think, my time on the D list for some of them.

I don't really know why I watch it, but I do every year.

Shrug. 

I guess it is like shopping at Kmart, or having a wank, it is just a momentary pleasure that really hurts no one.

It is the only reality TV show I watch, though. Oh, and MasterChef. And anything with Mary Berry in it, but that's just because of her hair, of course.

HR Stupidity Spreading Like A Virus

Our dopey arse manager in charge of HR now a days, The PonyTail, uses 'may' in her emails when she really means 'could' or 'can' and it is just weird. It always grates with me. (a bit like the author of the emails) I so want to say something. 

"Did you drop out of school in year 7, or what?" Or something of the sort. Oh, could you imagine? Oh, I so want to.

Well, guess what? As if the world was so completely unfair. Oh, which it is, er? Um? One of her HR minions, Taylor Swift, is now using 'may' in the wrong context in her emails, now, as well. Grrrr!

I drew in breath, immediately I read the email. I immediately started to formulate a reply in my head. That is not proper grammar… um, I knew that I couldn't, no, I couldn't. Was this karma for all my HR bitchiness? I laughed at myself, at the turn of events. Well played universe. So, even if The PonyTail exits the picture, Taylor Swift is there to carry on the, er, what would you call it? The annoying bad grammar?

It is, of course, a direct example of the stupidity of HR spreading like a virus, you cannot deny it. No, you can't.

One bad apple, rots the rest, isn't that what they say?

It's a Gorgeous Summer Evening

It was a gorgeous day, what do I care about international politics. Nyr! Who cares about Politics. It is the equivalent of a reality TV show. Or is that a car crash. You just can't help but look.

The dogs got a bath, then we took them out in the sunshine to dry. A bit of shopping. A chicken curry for lunch.

It was a beautiful day, the sun shone, it was near on perfect. It was everything a Sunday should be.

Pork for dinner. Then house renovation shows on the teev.

And life is good. 

It is a gorgeous summer's evening.

And it all ends, my time off, and I have to feel a little sad by that. Work tomorrow. I hope, if I keep my head down, no-one will bother me and I can just get my stuff done and then sign out.

That it the best I can hope for, left alone, do my work uninterrupted, sign out at 3pm. Now, there's a work day for you. Wish me luck.

The Obese Orange One

Trump said he would intervene in Iran if they executed protesters.

But, we know Trump doesn't care about protesters being executed, because he doesn't care about his own people being executed.

So, what does he really want?

We also know that Trump is a compulsive liar.

So, it is always hard to know what he, actually, wants.

Hopefully, the threat of impeachment from his own party will stop him invading a Nato ally.

How many years to go of this disaster for the American people?

I feel it is going to be a long 3 years.

You have to wonder if the world will survive him.

His legacy is secure, though, America's worst president.

 

Jacob Frey the mayor of Minneapolis. Why aren't there more politicians who look like him. Whatever he says is obviously the truth.

I imagine he is sitting there with shorts on, you know, as they do in the studio. I imagine he has good legs, hairy, muscular, as he was a runner as a teenager.

Who wouldn't bury their face in a pair of his day old jocks? You know, especially if they were still warm.

End of My Week

Boris has been kind of weird since I got back from leave. She is just letting people walk all over her, which really wasn't her before.

I reckon she has got a bad review, because she is just rolling over on her back and saying, lick here, to everyone.

And the Big Poo did say to me some time ago, She gets things wrong though, doesn't she, which I thought at the time was kind of naughty of him.

So, I'm just adding two and two.

It's frustrating though, as she's just letting every other department walk all over us.

“I'm now wishing my HR nemesis' kid dead. In fact, I'm put the kids name in the freezer.”

David laughed and then said, "Oh, is it that bad?"

"Oh, you know, the usual crap, but it makes me laugh."

David laughed.

“Hocus Pocus.”

David laughed again.

"Imagine the little bastard with dead eyes, and her crying hers out, it cheers me up."

"Oh Christian."

"Don't worry, I don't really believe I have any power over anyone, let alone that bitch and her sprog, but it does cheer me up."

“Oh well,” David said. “I’m all for being cheered up.”

“You know, action in a totally without consequence kind of way; no strongly worded emails to come back at me, no terse phone calls after which she goes squawking to the Big Poo saying I've been mean to her, just something to cheer me up in my own head.”

“Well, that’s lovely,” said David.

“Anyway, what do I care, I've got Aretha Franklin singing Find Me An Angel. Which again made me laugh, being ominous for the kid's future.”

“Ha ha,” said David.

“There is a bit too much of the thanking of the Jesus, though, with Aretha. So delusional. Jesus!”

I was waiting for David to respond, as he believes in the universal, non denominational higher power of some sort.

And you know, I reckon it is kind of the same thing, the oppressed believing in fantasy to get them through their day. That’s what black people did with racism, it’s what I’m doing with HR. You know, kind of. 😀

I’m still putting the kid’s name in the freezer, it will make me chuckle every time I see it.

What Do You Reckon?

Why are teenagers committing crimes at allegedly greater rates than ever before?

Is this the failure of parenting that is now coming to affect us all? This century it has become not only very popular, but de rigour to spend 6 months looking after a baby and then shoving the kid into child care?

Is this when the babies who were not looked after by their parents, who were shoved into child care as babies so both parents could resume work to keep up on the social ladder, and now these neglected babies are causing havoc?

Is this the ultimate result of paying parents to have kids?

What do you think?

Underage kids can't be tried as adults because they are kids. They are still under the parent's responsibility and super vision, so kids that are committing crimes are by this logic a failure of their parent's guardianship, so, shouldn't we charge the parents for their failure and neglect?

We constantly hear 14, 15 & 16 year olds committing crimes. Why aren't their parents looking after them?

I don't know. I do know that no-one seems to have any other answers to the problem.

Are We Spinning faster?

First day back at work. Nyr? What can I say? Head down, bum up, just how I like my guys. No one disturbed me and I got everything I had to do done. One day down for this year. Tick.

Everything I am doing is for the end of January, so it is already kind of feels like January is over. You know, suddenly it will be as if time accelerates and it will be Easter, Kings birthday, Melbourne Cup. Then someone will say only so many days to Xmas. And our heads will spin. 

"WTF!" 

The years go so quick. Whoosh!

Are we spinning faster? Some days it just feels like we are, don't you think? Time just gets away from us.

I felt exhausted today when I was finished, I really did. My eyes have been dry and sore, something screens don't help.

Last Day of Holidays

I'm trying to write something, but Otto is insisting I play with his ball with him. Sunday night, the TV is off. I barely get a minute to think of something to write and he has pushed his ball towards me with his nose and then got that expectant look on his face, staring me down until I throw the ball again.

I'm not getting a moment to think of something. I'm not sure what I have got to say either. Look, he is back already.

We've been out for lunch both days of the weekend. Japanese Saturday in the city which was nice, but ridiculously expensive for lunch. Indonesian today.

I have to go back to work tomorrow. Sad face. Grrrr. Oh, I don't want to work anymore. Damn you Tattlotto. But, everyone else should have been on holidays, company mandatory shut down being what it is, so while I'll have plenty to do for the next few days, I've actually done everything I could ahead of time before the break knowing how the first week back often goes.

Anyway, Otto is panting on my leg, pushing his saliva covered ball into my thigh. The problem is that to start with he gets the ball and gives it back to me to throw, but eventually, like it has become now, it changes and I have to try and wrestle the ball away from him before I can throw it again.

Can We Do Holidays All Over Again?

 

Up at Sebastian's over New Year. The weather was gorgeous, just right for a few days in the country.