Argh

i am all crank today
sweat and crossness
lady who has me doing ladder work
(of the three of us cripples,
I am the most fit for ladder climbing
- lol)
was hovering
whilst I was up the ladder
and giving suggestions
i don't like people standing that close
or behind me
perhaps i have watched too many prison movies?

Edit: i've put my hair back with combes at the sides and applied some red lippy to spark myself up and my supervisor says i look very betty boop today - eight more days till my birthday

Pictures of stuff

Some of my garden








































It was only when I started taking photos, that I realised how empty it all looked, even though before it seemed crammed with colour. The dude who was here doing interviews for a mass recruitment who said his department's was better, may have had something to do with my change of opinion. I am feeling very very competitive about this. It is like squibs guess the poet all over again. I fully intend to be at work by 7am to clean up (boss is visiting tomorrow) and add to our christmas collection.

I MUST WIN!

Argh

attention span of retarded goldfish today
head fuzzy and misty inside
sick of christmas decorations
assembling cardboard folders
sweating at desk
had forgotten whilst away
Townsville offices are either freezing cold or hot
didn't win on scratchies
sob
they make me do all the bits that require going up the ladder
I am gopher
hear me chitter

nine days till my birthday

I am totally not having children

Last night my eldest niece was high from teenage telephone adrenaline rush. One Hundred and Three minutes. She said it was a record. It was like she'd been drinking real coke-a-cola (they are usually only allowed to have diet free fruit flavoured softdrink).

The second you are disapproving of her for something, she behaves worse. She has always had a gift for meanness. She is an approval junkie, but not a doormat and will defiantly declare she doesn't care and then really give you something to be displeased with.

Having her psycho on the phone is more pleasant than coping with her attention at present.

I, possibly ill-advisedly, suggested that she shouldn't use language like that when in public after she was jovially telling one of her friends on the phone to 'shut their hole', so she responded that she was at home and not in public and if I didn't like it I could leave. If she starts saying 'kiss my clit' I am so totally out of there.

Tis the season 2

I have great admiration and interest in doers. I am no doer. I do not move and shake. People who are selfless enough to contribute to the greater good or selfish enough to lock themselves away and create marvelous things are equal and adored in my eyes.

Today, making colourful chains of paper, I was reminded of how much I do not enjoy making things. I have no patience. It bores and annoys me. I become sullen and sour.

Is my love of intricatly drawn pictures only strong because I know I would go mad myself trying to draw one? Love inspired by envy?

I made small, drawn decorations and the other lady made large straightforward ones. There is rather a lot more of hers than mine and hers look better (I am still fond of mine) - pictures tomorrow evening :)

Tis the season ...

It is the first of December and we are decorating the office.

We have gone with handmade from mostly scrap paper. The paper has been altered. We are not purists. A lot of glitter and paint has also been involved.

My supervisor has arranged a giant vase of flowers (halyconias - sp?) and painted glitter on cicardas which have then been strategically placed amongst the fronds.

Ladders have been climbed. Fingers glued. Tape mangled scissors.

It looks quite festive.

I forgot to bring my camera. Will take photos tomorrow :)

I want a box

More words of wisdom from Exploding Dog.















Truly, he is a prophet or the messiah.
Beats worshiping a sandal anyway.

That's a reference to the movie Life of Brian, if you didn't know, though probably you did, cause it's an awesome movie.

Ten days till my birthday