monday.

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.