Wednesday, August 1, 2012


oh she-ite
i think he went inside
the back doors bolt was drawn
and i can not imagine forgetting to bolt it, because i don't trust the back door to stay closed without it

I had not cleaned yet
I used up all the space in the bin with the newspapers i was storing in the carport

I am so not in the right headspace to be having to be getting up at 5 am for the first time in two years and donning the hated blue blouse.

Did I say I have a job?
It's a part time job - 25 hours a week.
I have been fantasising about a part-time job for months.  I have so wanted to be retired.  A part-time job is ideal and so hard to get.  The lady in charge is apparently blunt and inclined to tell you if you are not doing things right - HOW FANTASTIC!  I feel slightly less stressed knowing that I will be  being monitored.  The last permanent job I had (which I really liked and wish the office hand not gone nuts - it was about the perfect job, darn it) the training was slight and worrying.  I winced thinking about the work I had done three months later when I felt I knew a bit more about what I was doing.


I wonder if my landlord is really not going to turn up again until Friday, since originally he wasn't supposed to be back until next week?

Well I won't be here cause I am working, so there.
it is so not much of a nah situation
they are not supposed to come inside unless arrange and notice given, but I am a messy pig/slob and therefore not in a position of high ground
the cats aren't really the issue - my slobbery is really the issue

I am so not going to sleep tonight.  I bundled my Blossom and my Wooliff up and tucked them away in their cage at my sisters.  My poor babies.  It is so cold at the moment.  Poor me.  It is so cold at the moment.  My hands were shaking during the whole process and I am still on the verge of crying.  I feel very emotionally imbalanced without my sweeties.

And I can't seem to stop saying 'Sweetie' since the last repeat of Doctor Who
Stephen Moffat has a lot to answer for

1 comment:

  1. Aaaargh. It is so hard to sleep without the furbabies. I will have everything crossed for you - being a slob (charitably speaking) myself.