i'm too lazy to write emails to tell you what's going on
i have to offset my previous whinge with some lovings. things i am loving…
need…
cocktail…
hate…
job
incredibly busy at work. the brit too at his new job. i’m wearing loads of concealer to hide the dark circles under my eyes. my project is in phase 3…or it still may be in phase 2. i’m not sure, i don’t care. i’m churning things out at quickly as i can and not paying attention to the matrix my manager has lovingly created in excel (he loves excel. he thinks it’s god’s gift (to nerds).
promise to write more soon.
i love the weekend phone calls to my parents.
on not calling last weekend:
mom: how come you didn’t call last weekend?
me: i got the times mixed up and by the time i realised it was too late over there.
mom: well we thought maybe something was wrong.
me: i would’ve called if something happened.
mom: how do i know that?
me: you know i would
mom: no i don’t
me: yes you do
me: no i don’t
at this point i hear my father yelling in the background
mom: your dad says you wouldn’t call and we’d have to read about it in the newspaper
me: i don’t think australian news travels that far
on the Brit losing his job:
mom: OH MY GOD!
she shrieks this over the phone shattering my eardrum and causing all the neighborhood dogs to howl.
me: it’s okay. he’s got a-
mom: are you going to be alright? you’re going to have to move out of that house! and you can’t shop anymore. oh my god! maybe you should move back home. oh wait, it’s bad here too! this is terrible news!
me: it’s not that bad really mom. he has a new job and it’s more money.
mom: oh, then you’re okay. i hope you’re cooking him dinner every day.
on my sister:
mom: you never call your sister
me: she never calls me. and besides, i email her every now and then.
mom: you are so lazy.
me: you never call me! you’re lazy!
mom: i don’t know where my calling card is.
me: mmm hmmm.
on the weather
me: it’s starting to get warm here.
mom: what are you wearing?
me: a dress and flip flops
mom: i hope you shaved your legs and you’re not showing your boobs.
me: mom!
mom: and i hope you are washing your underwear. your husband will divorce you.
me: okay.
on chores:
mom: what’s [the brit] doing?
me: cooking me breakfast
mom: why?
me: because he makes good breakfast.
mom: you should cook for him. you are his wife. he’s probably mad but not saying anything.
me: he’s not like that.
mom: how do you know?
me: because i know.
mom: are you sure?
me: yes
mom: i hope you’re doing something to contribute.
me: i do a lot.
mom: shopping is not a contribution.
ah bless her. i’m sure she thinks that i can barely feed and clothe myself. my father never really wants to talk to me. his preferred method of communicating is yelling things at my mother to tell me. if he answers the phone, we have about two minutes of awkward conversation about the rain/snow and then he hands me off to my mother because he’s busy watching the basketball game/jeopardy!/the news. i despair the fact that i have to call them every weekend (if i don’t, they assume the worst like a dingo stole me) and i flail about the place before i actually do pick up the phone. but i always feel better when we hang up. i do miss them and it’s good to talk to them and catch up on things and go over my shortcomings as a wife (again). family is good.
i’m working on a sunday which is absolutely horrid. the Brit is walking into the city and we’re going to have lunch, do some shopping and then i’m going to sneak off home if no one calls me… fingers crossed.
just wanted to say hi! 
i’m blogging first thing in the morning before it starts raining fire down on my sunny disposition.
i suppose i can tell you now what was going on. The Brit’s company is going down and cutting jobs left and right and we knew last week that it was just a matter of days before he was out of a job. We held on to the slight chance that he would be spared but he’s been lucky the past two times this happened there and i didn’t think it would be the case this time. so of course i was stressing out. on monday he was told he was no longer needed. tuesday was his last day. i was freaking out. i thought we’d be poor. and yes, my salary is enough to cover the bills and the groceries and whatever else we need for the month but i would have to cut back on my shopping habit and we wouldn’t be able to eat out and blah blah blah. i’m not good with change and i got scared. i imagined moving out of our swanky townhouse and living in the projects across the street with the lady and her children who smell like fried food. and the poor brit. what was he going to do with himself all day? while he said that he wouldn’t mind being a house husband, we only have so many tea towels he could iron. he would be bored senseless. we put a ban on going out and getting friday night takeaway. our plans to a holiday to japan or china got pushed to one side. i cancelled my hair appointment and told the Brit that he would have to cut my hair. i was feeling rather bleak.
my manager actually offered him a few days of contract work but the Brit said he’d rather go on the dole than work for him. hee hee. i had to laugh and agree with him.
then yesterday he told me that he got a job! yay! it’s only a 6 month contract but they said it’ll probably go for a year and it’s paying loads of money, more than what he was making at his last job. it will involve working some weekends and probably a public holiday or two (like Cup day in a couple of weeks) but that’s okay. i’m relieved and very happy today now. i’m going shopping this weekend to celebrate!
bah! work just came in. i will write more later!
i’ve been slacking off. i know. it’s been a horrible week and my manager was down from sydney on tuesday and wednesday so that means no goofing off (not like i had time to). i was so over it all i faked a migraine and went home early…at 4.30pm (which is my usual home time).
i actually have nothing to say. i just wanted to say hi and acknowledge my crapness for not updating regularly like a good blogger. work has been sucking the life out of me. as soon as i walk into the doors in the mornings i’m fatigued. by mid morning i want to cry. by early afternoon i’m ready to pick a fight with anyone who tries to give me extra work. by 4pm i’m ready to give up but i have to force myself to put my head down and work to inch closer to the end. then i go home, sleep, and wake up and it starts all over again. when will this project end?
but that’s just work. things are good otherwise. i’m still reading one book a week or thereabouts. the weather is getting nicer and that means i can walk home in the evenings. halloween is coming up which isn’t a big deal here in australia but i’ll make some treats for people anyway. i’ll make cupcakes with black icing so everyone in the office will walk around with black teeth and tongues. hee hee.
typical. monday. things have gone tits up but i for some reason am feeling at peace with everything. everything will be alright methinks.
i spent the morning at the immigration place to get my physical done for my visa. i waited about 2 hours in the waiting room and saw actual medical professionals for maybe about 5 minutes total. someone in our sydney office is going through the same thing and he told me to drink lots of water before for the pee test. i chugged two big glasses of water before leaving the house without knowing that i would have to wait in the seventh circle of hell for two hours. i contemplated just going but then i thought that i would get called immediately after (because i’m lucky like that) and i wouldn’t be able to pee. i would then get relegated to the ”special” roped off section of the office where people who couldn’t go were lining up at the water cooler and drinking it like they’ve just returned from the desert. no way. i just crossed my legs and waited. i got scared after a while because i saw people going into the exam room and then coming back and sitting down to wait…again. i never saw anyone actually leave. made me think that i would never get out of there. i’d call the brit from a dingy back room to tell him that he wouldn’t be seeing me again. i’ve been forced to sew stuffed kangaroos to sell at the souvenir shop to pay off my visa. ha, i wish. my doctor was a breath of fresh air. not. he had a dreadful bedside manner and he looked completely bored with his job. he asked if i was pregnant and showed me a picture of a pregnant lady in case i couldn’t understand english. and when he told me to undress, he pointed to a chart with a picture of a girl wearing a bra and panties to show me what clothes i could keep on. he used a laser pointer. i thought i was in some weird dream still in the waiting room but then he sneezed on me. he squirted a glob of disinfectant in my hand like that made things better. if i get swine flu, i’m going to sue. i can because i’m american. that’s what we do.
my project at work has finally progressed but i didn’t get approval to proceed until 6pm and at that point, i was ready to proceed to the exit so it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.
douchbag starts in a couple of weeks. it’s so convenient since my project should (in theory) be done meaning i will have loads of time to train him. i’ll need to think of jobs for him to do like fetching me coffee and making sure the printers are loaded with the right paper – real important duties that i’m too junior to do. fun times ahead.
i love weekends but this one especially because it’s the first weekend in a long time i haven’t worked.
i’m all over the place but the brit is keeping my spirits up so it’ll be good to spend the weekend with just the two of us. i need to recharge my batteries before facing another week at work.
it was gloriously quiet in the office today and i’m having a much better day because of it. no one took photocopies of their backside but we were all tempted to do so…and then send them on to the client who turned the project upside down. i walked around the office in my socks. i’m dressed like a hippie designer today with uggs, jeans and dirty top. it’s awesome. ate half a box of biscuits from the cupboard and left crumbs on my favourite colleague’s desk. i put jerry springer on the giant plasma tv in front of my desk. freedom!
i promise i will write more next week. have a nice weekend everyone!
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