the verdict is in.

he’s a goober.  if you’ve been reading my blog lately, you know who i’m talking about.  i have hard evidence. i had to train him today. instead of admitting he didn’t know how to do something,  he would just say “oh, i haven’t done that in a while. i forgot how…” he forgot … i’m sure. he is a GOOBER.  i think he started to feel comfortable with me so he was asking me how to do everything causing me to fall behind on my jobs.  i know he’s new and everything but someone in his position needs to be more assertive.  surely he organised a meeting between him, me and someone else in the business and he just sat there like a dope and didn’t say anything.  we sat and stared at each other until i started talking and leading the conversation.  he didn’t say a word except for ”hello, here’s my business card.”  whoopdee-fu*king-do.  my 2 year old nephew could do that.  then he got an email from someone … 
DB: i just got this email from [name].  how do i respond?
Me:  via email.  you hit the reply button at the top of the message.  want me to show you?
DB:  that’s not what i meant
Me:  i was kidding .

i think maybe he thinks i’m supposed to be his mentor.  nope.  he’s supposed to be my mentor.  that scares me.  a lot. 

whinge whinge whinge. but now i feel better.  deep breaths. 

it has been a bumpy crazy week and i know i haven’t written a lot but that will all change soon.  i feel the winds shifting in my favour for once.  it’s friday after all and the brit and i are watching an opera tomorrow and i’m buying a new  iMac on sunday.  exciting. 

my book reading is falling behind.  i’m struggling through Middlemarch and i don’t think i’ll ever finish Gaudete.  i may have to switch it with “the very hungry catepillar.”   i feel like i’m so behind on everything and it’s all because of my poopy job.

thursday.

DB survives another day.  barely.

ten things i love right now.

i have to offset my previous whinge with some lovings.  things i am loving…

1. the Brit.
2. the warmer weather.
3. scribblenauts (my new DS game!).
4. ms. marple.
5. wearing my slippers under my desk.
6. sleep.
7. arrested development.
8. cake.
9. the coffee machine at work.
10. knowing i’m way better than douchbag.

…

need…
      cocktail…
                hate…
                         job

hump day.

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.

parentals. part deux.

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. 

weekend work.

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! 

glorious friday.

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!

coping.

it has been an amazingly bad two weeks at work (and counting) and there are thing going on in other aspects of my life which are turning things upside down in a bad way. i’m trying to maintain my sanity and humour through it all and the Brit is telling me that everything is going to be alright but i’m such a worrywart.  it’s what i do best – worry.  maybe another couple weeks and things will be right again,  or completely tits up. 

i slack.

i am on a huge project at the moment.  ’tis due at the end of the week so posting will be sporadic til then (unless i decide one day to just go on strike).  hope all is well .  will try to write tomorrow.