Something LISTENS!!!

I made jokes about having the sick lady cough on me, so that my mother would avoid me a bit while she is in town (since she thinks I have less cats than I actually do, so avoidance is a state much to be desired) AND NOW I AM GETTING SICK!

I fear to make idle wishes. 
Wot if the tire of the car that rudely barges past me really does burst?
PEOPLES LIVES ARE IN MY HANDS!

Pottering

Alone and abandoned, so I've decided to actually stop for lunch today.  Think only the fourth time I have done so since I've been here (including Melbourne Cup Day) - (which has been great cause I've lost a bit of weight - w00t! - though of course starving oneself is not a good way to go about such things, eh? *slaps wrist unrepetantly because is wearing a shirt I haven't been able to wear for a while*)

Have my fingers crossed that somebody with keys will turn up before closing to lock the office up, since I've none myself.

I am feeling terribly relaxed today.
In a pottering mood.
I think I shall put some Augie March/Glenn Richards on repeat and clean out the work fridge :)

Boss man is away at other office in different town.
Boss lady is on a personal day.
Lady leaving Friday has been sick all week, but popped in for a few hours today to go through some stuff with me and has gone again.  She is genuinely sick with a chest infection (which I would have turned up to work with if I were just about to finish and inflicted on everybody, but she has the added difficulty of not having anybody to look after her baby-daughter cause the mother-in-law who does the childcare for her is the one who gave her the chest infection - lol) - so must remember to speak up positively for her to boss when he comes back.

I am alone in a donga/office in front of an empty warehouse/shed in an industrial area.
It's lovely and quiet.
I always expected industrial areas would be more noisey during the day-time?
My fantasy of living in a big old empty warehouse is sounding better and better to me :)
Everytime I wonder through the workshop I imagine what it would look like furnished with masses of cheap crap bookcases to divide it into areas and old sheets hanging from the ceiling.  One could put all the bookcases on bricks and just hose the floor out when one needed to clean.  It would be great!

The cats would love it.

Gibbering with delight

... and to make my week complete the ever so fabulous whatever his name is, but currently his myspace page is under the name "The Commas" has a new song up *happy sigh*

I melt into a little happy puddle of sighs listening to him *sigh*

I think his name is Marc Pearl, but I can't remember why I think that.  I'm sure I probably put some effort into trying to find out more about him after I came across that song of his that I adore before (letter you wrote), like, last year or the year before or something.

So started work.  Two ladies in office.  Second week there second lady resigns.  Second lady is calling in sick all the time and therefore not available to teach me stuff for after she is gone.  First lady is stressed and overworked and nearly  having nervous breakdown (and near quitting too - the jokes about it are sounding less jokey).   It's rather like sharing a room with Rose Porteous flying off the handle during a 60 minute interview.

I'm sure it's not me.
I'm lovely to work with.
Honest!
People tell me so.





I am sure they are not just humouring me.

I made her listen to Dan Kelly's latest album this morning and she likes it a lot :) 

Yo

Oh god the frustration.
I have the album and no way of playing it.

I did spend some time reading the lyrics, which are cool and one of which mentions a bear riding a bicycle which made me think of Ed - lol.

I am not entirely sure how I managed to spend quite as much money as I have and I haven't yet bought cat supplies for the fortnight and I want shoes and a vaccum cleaner - why doesn't anybody sell cd walkman anymore?  Arse.

I had breakfast out.  It was nice, but uneventful. 

The lady I am working with is charming, but excessive and vocal.  A scene-maker.  Dramatic throwing of hands and working of ridiculously long hours and excitement in her personal life.  I wanted to gag her on Thursday.  I have definitely become an old cranky woman.  Probably I should just give up and go out and buy full brief knickers now.  Accept the inevitability.

Focus.  Shoes.  CD player.
Set top boxes and vaccum cleaners may need to wait for another day.
(only the humid weather has brought out the fleas and I soo wanted to get on top of the situation before it got on me - sigh)

Things that will make me mental

• not getting my grubby little paws on Glenn God Richards album in the near future (hopefully I will make it to JB Hi-Fi on my little scooter without getting run over by cars this evening - it is surrounded by a moat of 70/80 km roads)
• fleas
• hoighty-toity cats with opinions on the state of their litter trays on the day before I get paid
• lack of computer access (being very wicked and bad and sneaky using work computer right now, but very little opportunity to do so - sigh)
• Wet, rainy weather drowning my tomatos which were just about to finish producing their first set of fruit. 

but I am not all complaint.

I am actually feeling quite chipper and dashed into the shops between work and nieces end of year music concert to buy third & eigthth series of It Ain't Half Hot Mum - show I am watching over and over again obsessively lately for unknown reason.

Regression to childhood? 
Afternoon after school spent watching show?
Am I secretly hoping that this means someone else is going to magically turn up and cook my dinner?

Friday Afternoon

Gloomriden and overcast.
Concentration is shot and half the office is elsewhere.
It's quiet.
Too quiet.
The other chick is out the front sucking on down a ciggie.
I need her to show me stuff, but she seems to have given up on the day.
Boss lady left at lunchtime due to sick child and will go spare if I don't get to finish what I need to finish thing wot I need other chick to show me.