Slothful
April 20th 2009 01:07
I have been terribly so...And Im trying to make excuses for it. But they dont work, because Im only giving them to myself, and I dont believe them. So. That creates some problems.
Work havnt called. Thats the thing with being casual. This shit happens. Where you enter a horrid vacuum and you start thinking, its been so long since they called me, maybe they fired me and forgot to tell me? I bloody hope not. I neglected my centrelink duties last week. They'll be happy Im working, ecstatic actually. But I should have told them instead of just spacing it. Maybe I'll ring them. Maybe I'll ring work. But I know what a pushy bitch I can be. A simple call to find out about shifts can come out very personal if Im not careful. And we were warned, that our hours would be in very short supply until we move to our store. So with that warning in mind, do I really need to call? I know Im a star - I dont actually need anymore training. Henceforth, they should focus on the others for a bit. I just wish I had my damn Rudd money. It would make me feel secure.
What a weekend its been. Friday night, a mate was coming over. He was supposed to be coming at about 6pm and picking the Kman up from the station. I was going grocery shopping while all this was going on, scoping out work for a glimpse of my manager. She wasnt there. On my way home, Kman rings in a panic - Sampson is howling and screaming and cant open his eye. I told him it was fine when I left. Kmans bursting out of his skin. I say I'll be there soon.
When I get here I examine Sammy and find his right eye closed - third eyelid terribly inflamed. He WAS fine when I left. Ate his tuna and played. Its bizarre. Kman decides to get an emergency vet.
Im skeptical. I know our dear DR vet for all his professionalisim, is un-necessarily pricy. Im wondering if its worth it, but it is an eye. Its just that first Rowdy hurt a front paw.....Then a back paw, and then did both eyes one after the other. He recovered from all injuries within days. When Sampson started to hurt paws, I thought he just wanted attention.
As Kman runs out the door with a howling cat I think to call "eh! What happened to Smitty? Wasnt he picking you up?" "Nah" replies Kman, "He's gonna be late"
In their absence I put away the groceries and set up the evening enclosures. Then I notice the white boxes in the corner of the loungeroom. Kman has finally bought his Wii.
Since the stimulus package was announced, Kman has said, Im gonna get a Wii. I dont know what inspired it, but here you have it, boys want what they want.
$200 later Sammy is home with some cream for his eyes. Its a form of cat flu/ conjunctivities. I dont understand how the 7 other cats dont have it. Dr Vet also claims the boys have no balls, perhaps their adrenal glands have taken over, making them behave like toms. I think he's full of shit. But aside from the cnstant monitoring of optical situations, I also have to worm and de flea like yesterday. I know dude, I know, I just need that fucking Rudd money!
So, we begin to set up the Wii. I choose not to participate. Smitty and Kman bowl, box and play tennis. I gotta admit, Im impressed and creeped out by a device that reads my mind and invites me into its. But I go to bed on Fri night to the sounds of Kman leaping around the room.
*sigh* I choose this moment to interject. Zayfir's chucking a nah-nah. Since last week, the dude next door has been 'renovating'...or some shit. He's been ripping things down - and dropping them on my electric fence - throwing scrap over the fence and using chainsaws and mowers CONSTANTLY. The horses have been going completely insane, and dealing with the incessant whining of a chainsaw, Im not much better. Right now he's moving the mower with some vegetation on it and Zayfir cant handle the visuals. Still, its ok....Rain, rain, rain.....It comes, steady and thick like a curtain pulled over the landscape, and drives him inside. Damn Ya! Cop that!
Sat morning I awake and have a go at Wii bowling and find Im a natural. Kicking Kmans butt. But, our loungeroom, since we moved in, has been decidedly 'creative. As you walk in, the couch and tv are on your right, the couch artifically dividing up the room. Against the back wall with the window is Kmans mammoth desk and a cardboard tower. Because the house is too small, a lot of stuff just cant be unpacked. Thus, Kman built the cardboard tower. It was like a bookshelf. Id perch things on it, likefolders and my weights and folios, and it was directly behind me while using the laptop.
So, despite Kman shoving the couch out of the way, the doorway, the smaller twin cardboard tower and the corner of the room impeded use of the Wii. It was bad for me but I could see how it was getting in the way of 6ft Kmans reach. Thats it, I decree, we must change the room for the Wii. Its already hard enough getting to the back of the Tv to switch between DVD and Playstation, not to mention the old surround sound system confusing shit outta you with its disconected cords lying every which way. And I know, despite all good intentions, if a thing takes time to set up, humans wont bother.
So we begin to slide things around, clean behind them. Slowly moving all objects clockwise. I did not expect it to take all day. But there you have it. The cardboard towers relocated back to Binks room. She's not happy. But our lougeroom is wide open, spacy, and ready to be enjoyed. So what if the couch needs a shove here and there for gaming purposes, its all good.
Then we wake up on Sun morning with no power. Mums already done what you're meant to do, so I cant understand why she's still waiting around. But we call an emergency electrician (who cant come) and eventually get the landlord. All Sunday is basically spent at the waiting game. While they are fixing, I go out to feed and Zayfe clocks me under my right eye - a bone to bone hit. It stings fiercely, and Im pretty sure it'll bruise.
Back in I go, put on dinner (turkey leg roast and every kind of vegetable) play a little Tomb Raider then its into the shower. I forget about my eye. Under the hot spray I get all this feeling that must have been robbed from me out in the cold, and when my eye begins to itch....I scratch the hell out of it. Even once Im dry and clothed, Im still rubbing it, wondering why its messing with me. Then I remember, and go take a look.
My eye is full of blood. Like, my actual eye. The bottom lid is swelling up like mad and a big black area is spreading downwards. Kman freaks, thinking Ive caught Sammys eye infection (because he's been too much of a wuss to put the eyedrops in so Ive been doing it) And I say, yeah, well, its not impossible.
I lay down. Close eyes. Focus. By the time I get up half an hour later you would never know my eye was sore. This morning its totally clear. I still have no idea how I do that.
The nerve pain is back. Full force. Like a person with monstrously strong, cold fingers pressing down on the left side of my forehead. Like they are literally, pressing me into the ground, and all day Im pushing back. This creates pressure points on my forehead, temple and nose. Then maxillery sinus starts to ache, which goes straight into my left ear. Then I cant equalize pressure. Enter balance problems and vertigo. Along with changing light and sound. Very disorienting.
So Im trying to make excuses. Tell myself its ok to curl up in the warm and do a whole lot of nothin....Even though I know, for me at least, thats just not bloody good enough.
Work havnt called. Thats the thing with being casual. This shit happens. Where you enter a horrid vacuum and you start thinking, its been so long since they called me, maybe they fired me and forgot to tell me? I bloody hope not. I neglected my centrelink duties last week. They'll be happy Im working, ecstatic actually. But I should have told them instead of just spacing it. Maybe I'll ring them. Maybe I'll ring work. But I know what a pushy bitch I can be. A simple call to find out about shifts can come out very personal if Im not careful. And we were warned, that our hours would be in very short supply until we move to our store. So with that warning in mind, do I really need to call? I know Im a star - I dont actually need anymore training. Henceforth, they should focus on the others for a bit. I just wish I had my damn Rudd money. It would make me feel secure.
What a weekend its been. Friday night, a mate was coming over. He was supposed to be coming at about 6pm and picking the Kman up from the station. I was going grocery shopping while all this was going on, scoping out work for a glimpse of my manager. She wasnt there. On my way home, Kman rings in a panic - Sampson is howling and screaming and cant open his eye. I told him it was fine when I left. Kmans bursting out of his skin. I say I'll be there soon.
When I get here I examine Sammy and find his right eye closed - third eyelid terribly inflamed. He WAS fine when I left. Ate his tuna and played. Its bizarre. Kman decides to get an emergency vet.
Im skeptical. I know our dear DR vet for all his professionalisim, is un-necessarily pricy. Im wondering if its worth it, but it is an eye. Its just that first Rowdy hurt a front paw.....Then a back paw, and then did both eyes one after the other. He recovered from all injuries within days. When Sampson started to hurt paws, I thought he just wanted attention.
As Kman runs out the door with a howling cat I think to call "eh! What happened to Smitty? Wasnt he picking you up?" "Nah" replies Kman, "He's gonna be late"
In their absence I put away the groceries and set up the evening enclosures. Then I notice the white boxes in the corner of the loungeroom. Kman has finally bought his Wii.
Since the stimulus package was announced, Kman has said, Im gonna get a Wii. I dont know what inspired it, but here you have it, boys want what they want.
$200 later Sammy is home with some cream for his eyes. Its a form of cat flu/ conjunctivities. I dont understand how the 7 other cats dont have it. Dr Vet also claims the boys have no balls, perhaps their adrenal glands have taken over, making them behave like toms. I think he's full of shit. But aside from the cnstant monitoring of optical situations, I also have to worm and de flea like yesterday. I know dude, I know, I just need that fucking Rudd money!
So, we begin to set up the Wii. I choose not to participate. Smitty and Kman bowl, box and play tennis. I gotta admit, Im impressed and creeped out by a device that reads my mind and invites me into its. But I go to bed on Fri night to the sounds of Kman leaping around the room.
*sigh* I choose this moment to interject. Zayfir's chucking a nah-nah. Since last week, the dude next door has been 'renovating'...or some shit. He's been ripping things down - and dropping them on my electric fence - throwing scrap over the fence and using chainsaws and mowers CONSTANTLY. The horses have been going completely insane, and dealing with the incessant whining of a chainsaw, Im not much better. Right now he's moving the mower with some vegetation on it and Zayfir cant handle the visuals. Still, its ok....Rain, rain, rain.....It comes, steady and thick like a curtain pulled over the landscape, and drives him inside. Damn Ya! Cop that!
Sat morning I awake and have a go at Wii bowling and find Im a natural. Kicking Kmans butt. But, our loungeroom, since we moved in, has been decidedly 'creative. As you walk in, the couch and tv are on your right, the couch artifically dividing up the room. Against the back wall with the window is Kmans mammoth desk and a cardboard tower. Because the house is too small, a lot of stuff just cant be unpacked. Thus, Kman built the cardboard tower. It was like a bookshelf. Id perch things on it, likefolders and my weights and folios, and it was directly behind me while using the laptop.
So, despite Kman shoving the couch out of the way, the doorway, the smaller twin cardboard tower and the corner of the room impeded use of the Wii. It was bad for me but I could see how it was getting in the way of 6ft Kmans reach. Thats it, I decree, we must change the room for the Wii. Its already hard enough getting to the back of the Tv to switch between DVD and Playstation, not to mention the old surround sound system confusing shit outta you with its disconected cords lying every which way. And I know, despite all good intentions, if a thing takes time to set up, humans wont bother.
So we begin to slide things around, clean behind them. Slowly moving all objects clockwise. I did not expect it to take all day. But there you have it. The cardboard towers relocated back to Binks room. She's not happy. But our lougeroom is wide open, spacy, and ready to be enjoyed. So what if the couch needs a shove here and there for gaming purposes, its all good.
Then we wake up on Sun morning with no power. Mums already done what you're meant to do, so I cant understand why she's still waiting around. But we call an emergency electrician (who cant come) and eventually get the landlord. All Sunday is basically spent at the waiting game. While they are fixing, I go out to feed and Zayfe clocks me under my right eye - a bone to bone hit. It stings fiercely, and Im pretty sure it'll bruise.
Back in I go, put on dinner (turkey leg roast and every kind of vegetable) play a little Tomb Raider then its into the shower. I forget about my eye. Under the hot spray I get all this feeling that must have been robbed from me out in the cold, and when my eye begins to itch....I scratch the hell out of it. Even once Im dry and clothed, Im still rubbing it, wondering why its messing with me. Then I remember, and go take a look.
My eye is full of blood. Like, my actual eye. The bottom lid is swelling up like mad and a big black area is spreading downwards. Kman freaks, thinking Ive caught Sammys eye infection (because he's been too much of a wuss to put the eyedrops in so Ive been doing it) And I say, yeah, well, its not impossible.
I lay down. Close eyes. Focus. By the time I get up half an hour later you would never know my eye was sore. This morning its totally clear. I still have no idea how I do that.
The nerve pain is back. Full force. Like a person with monstrously strong, cold fingers pressing down on the left side of my forehead. Like they are literally, pressing me into the ground, and all day Im pushing back. This creates pressure points on my forehead, temple and nose. Then maxillery sinus starts to ache, which goes straight into my left ear. Then I cant equalize pressure. Enter balance problems and vertigo. Along with changing light and sound. Very disorienting.
So Im trying to make excuses. Tell myself its ok to curl up in the warm and do a whole lot of nothin....Even though I know, for me at least, thats just not bloody good enough.
| 39 |
| Vote |
subscribe to this blog