everyday is like friday!

but today is friday for real ( i think).  the Brit and I went to a Detroit Tigers baseball game yesterday.  it was a lovely day and i love going to the ball park.  i had a massively alcoholic girlie drink and didn’t feel right for a long while after gulping it down.  we left at the top of the eighth inning and went to another pub and then another one after that.  i stuck to water the whole night (damn orange girlie drink!!) so i was just really sleepy when we got home.  the Brit had a keg of guinness so he was feeling happy.  it was a really good day.  i love my friends here so much.  i took some pictures which i will post soon.

today we are going to the supermarket.  i have been asked to prepare a lasagna to take up to my sister’s house so we need to buy some ingredients.  i also need to pick up some spray cheese and baconnaise for the peeps back home.  i also need to renew my drivers license.  my picture is going to look so good since i didn’t shower this morning and my hair looks all funky because i slept on it funny.  oh well, not like i use it now anyway.  i just like having a current one.  i haven’t driven in three years.  it’s so good.

i heard from my team back in melbourne and they say that it’s not the douchebag i’m thinking of who got the job over me.  but we’ll see.  they think i’m not going to return to work now so they’re freaking out a bit and want to make sure that i do plan on coming back. 

btw,  i found the CD set of my dreams.  monsters of rock.  four CDs of whitesnake, poison and every cheezy glam rock band from the 80’s.  it’ll be the best workout CD ever!  the Brit thinks of i’m nuts but i can only really listen to cheesy music when i work out.  i’m trying to send out subliminal messages to the Brit to buy it for me.  it’s not available in stores and if he acts now,  i think i may get a 5th CD for free!  ah, the poor Brit.  the only consolation is that i keep my workout CDs separate from the “normal” ones so no one will have to know my dark secrets.

what day is it again?

i’m well and truly in holiday mode.  i’ve lost track of the days…and i don’t really care.  my friend is on his way over to scoop us up and take us out.  not sure what we’ll get up to but it will probably involve the city,  the ghetto, and dodging potholes to get there.  i hope it involves food – i’m starving.

i had a pity party for myself yesterday at the mall in the burberry store which was quickly ended when i bought a new jacket so all is well.  i decided the work peeps can go f*ck themselves and i don’t care anymore.  i may sound like a petulant child about the whole thing but i never claimed to be an adult. 

i just reminded the Brit to bring the camera so i may even have some pictures of our adventure.  we brought the camera to take pictures at the wedding but typically,  it stayed forgotten about in the Brit’s bag.  we’re good like that.

and here’s a little secret…i’m actually getting antsy to get back to australia. not sure what it is.  i mean, i’m loving the fact that i’ve eaten taco bell twice,  that there’s 3 Targets within 5 minutes from my parents’ house and i can get a decent hamburger (hmm, notice all of my winning points have to do with eating and shopping).  i don’t know what it is.  this happened the last time too.  uh oh, i may actually be considering australia my home.  at least the healthcare is better .

a new day.

i spent last night being sniffy and feeling sorry for myself.  i milked the Brit for all the sympathy he has.  my eyes are all red and puffy this morning.  i feel okay though.

the Brit and I had a long talk last night about the job. in fact, there was a moment when we were in atlanta and we were talking about how i would get offered the job and how i would refuse it.  i dunno, i just have a sense of entitlement.

ah well, it’s not in my nature to stay down for long.  it’s a new day after all and if anything, this whole experience is my impetus to get my ass in gear and apply for my permanent residency and get off my work visa.  i swear i’m going to do it this time.  it should take six weeks to come through and then i can look for a new job.  ’nuff said.

last night i realised that my mother is trying to kill me.  she slips oyster sauce in everything – and then mentions that it’s her “special” ingredient after i’ve had my second serving.  i have a rash.  it looks like i have some horrible skin condition like the mange or scavies.  thanks mom! 

today we are going shopping (shocking!).  i am in “buy everything” mode so it’ll be interesting to see how much we pay in excess baggage/weight at the airport.  it’s still pretty hot here but not as bad as atlanta.  i may venture outdoors today and get some sun so when i come back,  it will actually look like i went on holiday.

tomorrow we are going out with my friends.  probably tour the detroit ghetto once again.  we took the Brit to the best soul food/bbq restaurant ever in the heart of the ghetto last week.  he loved it.  we pointed out hookers and homeless people along the way.  i miss living in a real city sometimes. 

on friday, it’s the weekend with the kiddies.  my sister lives in the middle of nowhere. i’m assuming she has the internet (the world wide web, as she calls it) because she harrasses me every day about becoming her friend on facebook.  i’ll be able to post about giving my niece and nephews chocolate and coca cola right before bed time and teaching them how to make instruments from my sister’s pots and pans.  ah, the joys of being the cool auntie. 

yet another job update.

so i sent the boss man and email to tell him about my lovely holiday, check on things there and non-chalantly ask him if he made a decision about the job…like it was an afterthought.  i read my email to the Brit before hitting the send button to make sure that none of the signs of stress, desparation and psycho-ness are evident.   i also forwarded my parents’ number because my mobile is acting funny.

three hours later,  i’m checking my mail and lo and behold,  an email from the man himself!  “great to hear from you!  glad to hear you’re having a nice holiday…blah blah blah.”  he ends his email by saying that the HR lady has been trying to call me but she will try me at my parents’ house.  but not a sausage about whether i have the job or not.  my fears have not been eased one bit.  now i have to wait…again.  something i’m not good at.

i will keep myself occupied by buying pressies for my coworkers.  i bought two really cute bags for the two girls i work with but i love them so much i may keep them for myself and try to find something else for them.  it’s looking like everyone will be getting something from the motown museum.

housekeeping:
kiwi:  if i don’t hear anything soon,  yes, please go to my work with a golf club and get me some answers

bloggy twin:  sorry i got you sick!  whatever you do,  don’t take flu tablets and drink wine at the same time.  you will regret it.  sending you “feel good” vibes now as i type this.

bloke from the east:  “breaking bad” -  i’ve written it down on my shopping list.  we are shopping again tomorrow… because there is nothing to do here.  they just started showing it in oz but the Brit insists we start from the beginning.

 

hotlanta

we’re here in atlanta and now the Brit is sick but not as bad as me.  we both made it out to the pre-wedding dinner last night but are worse today.  we stayed in bed all day, ordered room service and now we are venturing around the hotel which is quite posh.  it’s sooo hot and humid here.  it’s really gross standing outside for even a minute.  it’s great because i’m already sweaty with a fever.  i’m looking really good.

i still haven’t heard anything about the job and the work week is now over in melbourne.  i’m seriously discouraged.  the brit will forever remain optimistic until i get something concrete telling me otherwise.  he’s so good.

i’ve been on the lookout for the real housewives of atlanta…but they all kinda look like that in this hotel.  i feel out of place not wearing something sparkly or uber revealing.

okay.  gots to go and hunt down some cold and flu tablets.  just wanted to say hi.

wtf?!

no word on the job yet.  they said the would make their decision by early this week and it’s thursday in oz already.  seriously,  does it take that long to draft my offer letter?  ha!  now i’m really antsy and i just want to know either way.  this is cruel and unusual punishment and while i’m enjoying my holiday,  this is always looming at the back of my mind.  not very nice.  to be honest,  i’m not feeling very optimistic now.

had a marathon shopping day and i think i’ve bought enough stuff to clothe a small country so i’m done.  it’s a good thing there isn’t enough time for us to shop in atlanta or else we’d be in trouble.

my parents decided to treat us out to dinner at the japanese all-you-can-eat buffet.  mmm, sushi.    great news for everyone not allergic to fish and seafood.  my parents are still in denial and decided that i can’t be their child.  my mother tried to get me to eat lobster to see what would happen and my dad got me a salmon roll.  i was soo grouchy.  the only things i could really eat was the steak and the strange asian desserts.

i got a manicure today and i was talking to the gal and she asked me where i was living.  i said australia and she said that she knew i wasn’t from around here.  she says that i have an australian accent.  seriously,  wtf?  i wanted to tell her that i was actually born and raised just a few minutes away but that would mean engaging her in a conversation about my life.  not interested.  the nail polish couldn’t dry quick enough.

we’re off to atlanta tomorrow.  i am horribly sick with a fever and really bad cough.  i’m trying to hide it from my parents by taking lots of tylenol and coughing violently in another room.  if my parents knew how sick i was, they wouldn’t let me on that plane.  i’m trying hard to not act sick.  mind over matter.

the Brit and i decided to try to pack all of our crap in one bag for atlanta.  brilliant idea.  not.  the brit decided to take as many shoes and outfits as me.  he’s such a girl.  miraculously,  we managed to get it to fit though i have to shove a pair of heels in my carry on.  i saw the Brit pack a jumper and i looked at him like “do you know how hot it’s going to be down there?”  i couldn’t say anything though because i packed 7 dresses.

we’re back from atlanta next tuesday at about 10am.  there will probably be some radio silence from me till then as there are loads of wedding activities planned so i don’t foresee time to blog.  with me being sick,  we’re going to play it by ear -  i may spend quite a bit of time in the hotel room.  you never know – i may feel better tomorrow.  i’ll talk to you all soon.

hangin’ with the rents

yeah,  we’re watching ‘wheel of fortune.’  it’s so good to have some decent filipino food.  my mom is the best cook ever and i try to cook the same things as her, but it never turns out the same. 

the Brit and i spent the entire day shopping again.  add to my growing list 3 more dresses, another pair of shoes,  trousers, 3 video games and a new bag.  i wasn’t planning on getting another bag but it’s the Brit’s fault.  the shop he wanted to go to was next to the Kate Spade store and it’s just a given that i’ll buy something.  i’ll need to get a second job when we get back to australia.  i’m spending money like i got the new job already.

i haven’t heard anything yet, and i’m obsessively checking my email every hour.  even my parents are telling me to calm down.  as i am typing this right now,  they are asking the Brit where he finds the patience to put up with me.  i love being talked about in the third person when i’m right there.  time to go and defend myself.  i knew my parents loved my husband more than me.

p.s.  the Brit is really getting into ‘wheel of fortune.’

stimulating the economy.

our first day in america and what do we do?  shop!  i’m feeling like myself again…except for hitting a wall at about 1pm and wanting to crawl inbetween the clothes racks and nap.  in the country for less than 24 hours and i already have 5 new dresses, a few new tops, 2 new pairs of pajamas, and 5 new pairs of shoes.  The brit is proud that i’m showing some restraint compared to last year.  i told him that i’m just getting warmed up.  i already told my mother that i’ll need to borrow another suitcase for the trip home.

it’s 4.45pm now and i want to go to bed but i’m going to try to stay up another few hours. it’s hot here too and i’m not used to it.  it’s weird to be able to go out in a dress and flip flops when all i seem to do in australia lately is put on layer upon layer of clothing to stay warm. 

i haven’t heard anything about my job yet, not like i expected to yet…it’s only monday morning in oz.  i made the mistake of telling my parents about the job so now every time my parents see me on the computer, they ask me if my boss emailed me yet.  doesn’t help the nervousness. 

time for a nap.  for the rest of the week,  i’m going to show the Brit all the great shopping there is to do in michigan.  at the rate i’m going, i’ll need to borrow more than one suitcase.

one more hour to go

and then i’m officially on holiday!!  i doubt i’ll be able to post everyday but i will try to post as often as i can.  i will be notified via email of the job so i’ll keep you all updated!  keep well and i’ll be back soon.  america here we come!

last week of work.

yay! i’m in holiday mode all this week, trying to avoid any work that requires even a modicum of brain activity.  i haven’t started to pack yet but i’ve been thinking about what i’m going to bring…and it’s just about everything i own that is summery.

i haven’t heard a sausage about the job, or a possible interview on friday so now i’m getting worried but i’m not going to sweat it during the holiday.  if it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.  that’s what i keep telling myself anyway.  i followed up on friday with a phone call (left voice mail) and again via email this morning to remind them that i was on leave for three weeks starting next week.  that’s all i can do.  the brit told me not to fret.  easy for him.  i saw super nice guy going over his cover letter this morning to send off.  i was trying to read it from my desk but i couldn’t.  somewhere in there it probably says “i’m way nicer than someone else from this office that may be going for the job.  just ask around.”

this weekend was exactly how i wanted it to be – low key.  with the exception of having to work for half a day on sunday,  it was great.  the brit super cleaned the entire house while i was working and now it’s sparkly and pretty for my friend to house sit.  counting down the days now!