I had a day in a training course yesterday, and so it was kind of nice to be away from the office for a day. Except, since walking into the office this morning it has been one damn annoyance after another. Both phone lines ringing off the hook, accusations that I haven't done something (something that, as it turns out, I wasn't asked to do in the first place), people hovering around waiting to ask me questions while I'm talking on the phone.
Gah. One of those days.
I got so shitty a little while ago that I came ::puts fingers together:: this close to just impulsively quitting this job. Telling them to shove it. It's official, I do not want to be here. I need to reign it in though because realistically I'm in a bind. Double rent, medical bills and other bills mean that I cannot afford to give up this regular income.
Just breathe. Think of the happy place. Puppies. Kittens. Hugh Jackman in a pair of speedos.
And while I'm ranting, this is the 11th straight day of rain here in Sydney and I'm kind of over it.
That is all. So anyway, how are are you?
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Well, since you asked, I'm kind of down about your weather, too. I mean, sure Spring is sprung here, but it's been SO LONG since we've had a Hugh on Bondi Beach photo spread. Sigh.
As for my day, the highlight came early on when I was visited by a certain sandy-haired, compact and muscular thirtysomething, he of the furry chest and ass like two honeydew melons. He's kind of whiny and I think he still lives with his parents, but I don't want to MARRY HIM or anything. Just have a tumble. Gives me sticky tip.
But I'm happy for you that it's Spring! And I'm also happy for you about the furry chest/melon ass thirty something!
Actually, truthfully I hate you just a little bit.
Well, if it helps, after visiting Dermy this week, my face now looks like Gorbachev's head. Or maybe like Seal's face, only without the chocolate rain deliciousness.
Also, I've had two glasses of wine if the above doesn't make sense.
Andrew, I'm sorry to hear that the rain is getting you down. I'm sending you all sorts of unending Florida sunshine. To hell with Hugh in a speedo, think naked, hopped up on viagra and in your bed.
And Michael, I don't know you. Your blog is a hoot and you seem like a lovely guy so take this as kindly as you can - "I hate you a little bit too." Fury chest and honeydew ass -- which God did I piss off?
Oh, and Mr Mike, on account of the enlarged liver situation I have stopped drinking... so the two glasses of wine think... ::seethe::
Knitguyla, thanks for the sunshine! ::grabs shades::
A nihgt with me, Hugh wouldn't need the Viagra, know what I'm sayin'?
hey; I think that i like the new layout
puppies kittens and Hugh all like the rain; I decided a little ago that there was no point bitchin about the weather, and ever since I have been eenjoying i. Very weird.
Michael; I'd hate you a little as well, but it is not allowed to covet they bloggers trade - well not when one has a seven foot smurf of one's own, but you get the drift?
shame on you for gloating when TOA is shitty about work, money, lack of Hugh, and not drinking....
Well-- it could be worse-- you could be working 18 hours over the weekend (which is why I didn't make it to S&B on Sunday).
Bugger this, let's plot a knitwear design business to run together and take over the world ;-)
Sounds good, I like a good bit of plotting!
Okay, this'll cheer up your gloomy day. My site meter told me that a new visitor to my site had typed into Google: "Ian McLean cupcakes". Intrigued who'd be searching for any blog entries where I mentioned cupcakes - it would have to have involved your last visit - I followed the link and found this! Now, I didn't paint them, but they do look delicious.
Nummy! :)
Move to Melnbourne. We've been having unusually fine weather of late (must be climate change). Plus...I saw some very nicely dyed yarn the other day at the Arts Centre Markets that would be great for your knitting obsession.
Ad Rad, teaser! Mmmmmmm nice weather. Mmmmmmm yarn.
Oh I totally hear you Andrew! This rain sucks! Apparently, the 11 days of straight rain is a record for Sydney. Well isn't that marvellous!? That doesn't make up for the fact that I'm sitting in the office with wet socks once again, though, does it? See, I will let you have Hugh.(isn't that generous of me? ;-) ) He's not one to float my boat. Instead, I think I might daydream about...hmmm....Jason O'Mara (no speedos) or Michael Vartan(def no speedos)... :-)
The day you leave that job for good will be a true turning point in your life. And that point is getting closer...
sorry about the bad day; please send your rain this way; it would be so welcome here.
To clarify, when I said "visited" I didn't mean in the conjugal sense (otherwise I'd hate me, too).
C'mere Andrew, let's have a cuddle.
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