mondays are exceptional.

i got an award today for exceptional client focus and team leadership.  when it was announced i had to laugh.  i thought it was a typo.  i looked in our directory to see if there was someone else with my name. if the award was for and exceptionally shitty attitude at work then i wouldn’t question it. i think it’s a clever plan by manager to butter me up before he tells me that he can’t afford to give me a raise this year.

other than my award, today was rather mundane – and even my award didn’t make the day that much more interesting. i just spent the afternoon telling people that i was way too exceptional to do their work.

my boss is down from sydney tomorrow. maybe to present me with me plaque. i’d rather have cake.

blog for the brit.

it’ll be called “i’ll do the math”  (or to make it sound a bit more british, “i’ll do the maths”).

entries will be like this:

saturday, 28 November 2009
Value pack of 4 tins of Heinz baked beans for $4.79.  However, individual tins only cost $1.19 so therefore buying 4 separate tins will save you 3 cents over buying the so-called value pack.

Saturday, 21 November 2009
Realised that buying the smaller bottles of Ribena saved me 2 cents per litre rather than buying the large size.

Saturday, 14 November 2009
Took a stroll to the city and noticed a sign for super sized laundry detergent on sale.  was disappointed to learn that you saved 15 cents if you bought the same amount in smaller boxes.

and on and on.  this is what i listen to every time i go grocery shopping with the Brit. i guess it pays that one of us watches out.  i bought a pair of flip flops for $150 so i’m not exactly thrifty. mind you, neither is the brit.  he just doesn’t like to feel like a sucker and he likes think that he is not drawn in by false advertising.  he’s such a nerd.

i know my pork from my elbow.

the Brit and i went grocery shopping for our thanksgiving glutton fest next week.  i had the most fascinating conversation with the chappie who worked in the meat department.

ME: hi.  do you have turkeys?
Meat Boy: um, we have chicken.
ME: Yes, i see that, do you have turkey?
Meat Boy: did you try the deli?  They’ll cut if for you.
ME: I need a whole one for roasting.
Meat Boy: Oh, we just have chicken.
ME: uh, okay,  do you have ham that’s not already cooked?
Meat Boy: all of our pork is over there.
ME: I know but i don’t see ham.
Meat Boy: Well, there’s a pork roast.
ME: but I need a ham.
Meat Boy: well it’s all the same.  pork and ham. they’re all pork.
ME: Ham is cured pork from the leg.
Meat Boy: but it’s all pork, right?
ME: i’ll just go to the butcher.

i walk back to the brit with an exasperated look on my face.
ME: we have to go the butcher. they don’t know what ham is.
Brit: i can’t believe you actually asked him. they’re dumb here.
ME: but everyone knows what ham is, right?
Brit: Apparently not

god help me. this is why i don’t go out very often.  i’m surrounded by dumb people.  he really got to me though.  i had to go home and google “ham versus pork” to make sure that i wasn’t the one in the wrong.

still bored.

the brit is finally home from work!  i just showed him the muppets video.  it made him smile.  then i sent him out to pick me up a kebab and some chippies. i did all of my chores before the brit got home.  he was amazed. i even hung the washing which is my least favourite thing to do. definitely kebab-worthy.

the washing machine did not overload on soap. in fact, i think the clothes came out cleaner.  i did have to run an extra rinse when it was done because the clothes were kind of sudsy still but it’s all good and the whole house smells like laundry detergent now. i don’t think i’m cut out to be a housewife.

it’s now the brit’s turn to entertain me. yay! it’s the weekend!

still bored.

the brit (finally) emailed me back

ME: i’m bored. can you come home and entertain me?
BRIT: did you do some laundry? it’s fun
ME:  how many scoops of stuff do you put in the thing?
BRIT: one.
ME: oops.

i put two and half scoops in because i thought our stuff was extra stinky.

i’ll give you an update later…unless i get caught up in another tv movie on the hallmark channel.

i procrastinate therefore i am

i have the day off today to celebrate thanksgiving… and mainly because i’m sick of working 60 hour weeks. before leaving for work this morning, the brit said that if i’m bored,  i can do a load of whites.  he did leave the possibility open of me not being able to do laundry because i will not be bored today but who are we kidding?  i watched “sense & sensibility” for the eighth time and an episode of Grand Designs that i have already seen.  i’ve dug out the directions for the washing machine (i know what you’re going to say but i never admitted to being domestic) and have full intentions of putting a load of washing on.  it just seems that there are other things that get in the way.  my list of things i have done instead of doing laundry: (keep in mind of been awake since 6am)

• watch sex and the city
• update my amazon wish list
• email random people
• blog
• google people i know
• read blogs
• email brit to tell him i’m bored
• play star wars on wii
• read 3 pages of middlemarch (that’s a tough one to get through!)
• watch youtube video of pygmy goat (more than once)
• make thanksgiving shopping list
• de-lint cushions on sofa
• email brit (at 9am) to ask him when he’s coming home
• make breakfast burrito
• contemplate doing dishes
• load dishwasher
• nap

i will do laundry eventually.  i will read up on the instructions during lunch and an episode of judge judy.

thanksgiving pressie.

this made me smile. i am thankful for this.

happy thanksgiving.

it’s that time of year again and i’m even taking the day off tomorrow!  here is my list for 2009 of things i am thankful for

• the Brit – forever and always my best friend.  he is always looking after me (because i need it… wait, the Brit says it should say because i demand it)
• my australian friends – kiwi, andrew, the other asian…  you all know who you are. you make living so far away from everything bearable
• my friends back home  and in london- you better know who you are.  you make the $2,500 plane ticket home well worth it.
• my family
• the Brit’s family
• my a job
• ms. marple, maigret, house of elliot, arrested development and bleak house. oh, how you’ve entertained me this year!
• my loyal blog readers – i didn’t know that being so lame could be so interesting to others
• the people who write the blogs i read – work avoidance would be nothing without you
• the fact that amazon.com ships to australia
• wombats
• the Brit – yes he is so good he gets mentioned twice

Happy thanksgiving to my friends up and over.  we’ll be celebrating down under soon enough (i couldn’t be faced with preparing a turkey this week so i’m doing it next weekend).

x

OMG. the brit just got home with a big greasy souvlaki.  he’s so good t o me.

aftermath.

so after a day of eating nothing and 3 glasses of champagne, it seems that i speak my mind. i don’t think i said anything too controversial but i did mention more than once that my boss sucks sucks because he hasn’t gotten me cake yet.

there was more food than usual. someone must’ve complained after last year (me) so they were around all the time….same thing with the champagne waitresses because i’m good and drunk now. my boss took me all around the city to find some door prizes after finally treating me to KFC but that wasn’t enough to absorb the alcohol. i’m sure i said something less than appropriate so i’ll have to wait til tomorrow to find out what exactly happened.  i can barely feel my tongue and i’m having a hard time typing on this stupid Mac keyboard (the keys are too close together) so i guess that means i had an okay night.

as i said before, DB couldn’t make it so i had to sit there and make excuses for him which was really just me shrugging my shoulders and stuffing another canape in my mouth so i couldn’t really talk.  really, that was the best because i shouldn’t talk crap about DB to my colleagues,  just to my loyal readers.  amazingly enough, the Brit is not home yet. he texted me at 8.45pm saying he was on his way home. the poor boy is lost without me.  i’m afraid he’ll have to take care of me when he gets home as i almost fell down the stairs.  i’m a princess,  but you knew that already.

i’m trying to go back and try to find any drunken asshole commentary said by yours truly but i really think i behaved.  such a shame really since it was my forum to speak out with no DB and all the bigwigs in the company all drunk and merry.  it’s a shame my mother taught me good manners.  i’ll let you know what i find out tomorrow.