mindless dribble.

i’ve been really busy today doing crap work and i even volunteered to do it because i was bored out of my skull.  the task was exceedingly mind-numbing.  i feel like i just spent the last few hours watching  dogs chase their own tails.  i can only manage to speak in monosyllable grunts.  this post may seem to ramble and lack cohesiveness, but that’s what happens when i spend hours typing numbers into a spreasheet (yeah, see if i ever volunteer to help out again!).

the brit and i went to a birthday party on saturday.  it was out in the burbs – WAAAY out  – like end-of-the-train-line/by the airport.  i was so crabby because the train smelled like feet and i was hungry.  as we walked up to the house, all we could hear was screaming children.  oh great. this party had more kids than adults (which is great news for someone who is uncomfortable around children).  plus, the brit and i were the only ones there who didn’t have children or pregnant.  i held a drink in each hand so that i couldn’t hold any babies (i swear they were passing around the babies like people pass around a platter of dip).  i just wanted to hide in the bouncy castle and get wasted.  thank goodness the brit had enough after two hours and we politely wished the host and hostess a happy birthday and made our way back to civilisation.  we were home by eight.  we are party animals.

my manager keeps telling me about how they’re renewing my work visa for another four years (of servitude) which is an impetus for me to get off my lazy arse and start filling out my paperwork for my permanent residency.  i wll go crazy if i’m stuck in this job for another four years.  have i told you how much i hate paperwork?  i told the brit that i want to hire an immigration attorney to do it all for me because i am that lazy.  i’ve downloaded the forms about five times already.  i bring them home, and they sit on the table until eventually i have to bin them because i spilled something on them…or the Brit tore off a corner to write out his shopping list.  but soon, i’ll get around to it.

so now it’s time for me to go.  i’ve got my dickens book and immigration forms packed in my bag.  i will try to make more sense tomorrow