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shapeofthings*Disclaimer: I'm tired and headachey and probably have PMS or something. I'm going to go get myself a cup of peppermint tea now and try to cheer up.*
Meh...
Life is... average. It's been a reasonable week, though on a bit of a downer today. Got up early and drove to work 4 days this week, missing Wednesday morning due to taking a valium on Tuesday night after somehow headfucking myself into a rather unpleasant state. Prior to that I was doing fine and dandy. Since them I've been just a little down, though feeling off is also due to early mornings and not enough sleep this week. The sooner I get my licence the better, and I'm working on that at full speed now - while I was sick I was too highly strung to drive but now that I'm well on the way to being well again I'm handling it ok (as evidenced by Alex letting me drive to work). Tomorrow afternoon we'll head out to Brookfield for some more serious practise (hill starts and emergency stops) as we have to head out that way anyway to pick up my much anticipated new fish.
Alex is probably working tomorrow morning due to financial pressures. We received a lovely debt collection notice last week for $1800 - Centrelink had overpaid him the last semester he was at uni after he dropped one subject. Although we had the option to pay it off over time I felt it was preferable and easier to clear the debt all at once, but after paying rego and insurance on the Bombadore and dental bills Alex wasn't exactly flush with cash, so we went Dutch. Surprisingly, my bank balance isn't too bad at all (considering I bought a computer, hit the post-Christmas sales and am spending a small fortune on physio) but we're going to have to be a lot tighter with money for a while, especially if Alex goes back to uni.
Going back to uni is also proving troublesome. Before allowing him to be re-admitted the university demands a letter from his current employer stating not only how long he has worked there for, but also what his duties are and how he conducts them. What this has to do with anything I fail to understand (are they going to decide driving a forklift is inappropriate work for someone wanting to complete a chemistry degree? What kind of work do they expect someone with half a degree to do?). Also, we only received the request for this letter last Friday and the actual letter only got written yesterday and will be posted to us. Uni won't make a decision until they have read and considered the letter, which they won't now receive until next week. Meanwhile, the start date for the semester is February 28!!! So Alex has no idea what is happening, no books have been bought and budgets are tight - hardly the best start back for a student who has experienced disrupted studies due to financial stress and insufficient preparation time. Fucking depressing, given the uni sagas he's been through already.
I should clarify that all is not doom and gloom. After a month of physio my knees are on the improve as I'm learning to walk in such a way to reduce the negative impacts of my stupid flat feet. I also spent $240 on foot-wear to help hold my feet in the right place. Knee injuries + falling arches = expensive ongoing problems. Hopefully I'll be back on the bike next week as I am turning into hideous lard girl through lack of exercise. Bah, not feeling very positive this morning, so I might stick to whinging anyway. Please don't take me too seriously. One of my fish died this week - from drowning. Paradise fish are obligate air breathers, and my female fish tried to swim through a hole she had grown too fat for and got stuck. I came home to find dead fish stuck in hole at the bottom of the tank. -:le sigh:- I also can't find anybody to take my baby paradise fish. I have 10 people-friendly hardy (though stupid) low-maintenance and very pretty fish to give away and no-one wants any! Add to that the several hundred fry in the other tank (born before mum carked it) to eventually raise up and that's a lot of fish. The pet shop won't take them until they are almost full grown, which will be in the Spring and meanwhile I don’t really have enough room to keep them. Damn breeders :-P
Friday today though. The excitement of going grocery shopping after work is keeping me motivated, and I'm filled with joy at the prospect of spending tomorrow morning doing the housework while Alex is at work. I've kinda promised to be good this weekend and get on top of chores I've been avoiding (like doing last year's tax return, finishing my resume, excavating my desk, etc) but Brett is feeling lonely and wants to spend the weekend with us. I love Brett - he's one of my closest friends and really does need rescuing from his housemate's gathering of 6yr olds - but that throws my plans completely out. Especially as he wants to hide with us on Sunday, and my reward for being good all weekend was to spend Sunday evening having special time with my boy (seeing as it's our 5 year anniversary and all). Boo! Guess I'll just have to be nasty and tell Brett no - already rescues him last night and am seeing him this afternoon, as well as probably taking him driving with us on Saturday. Enough is enough, no?
I've waffled enough for a while I think. Lack of photos is making my journal a very dull place, but the back-processing and filing has not yet been done and I haven't been inspired to shoot much new (busy plus confined to mind-numbing routine). Eventually everything will get there. Priorities at the moment though are (i) get licence, (ii) update resume and start looking for new job, and (iii) finish that goddamn paper from my honours work. After that I can worry about gardening, correspondence, photography and anything else I used to enjoy but seems to have become a chore. You know what? I seriously dislike this full-time work routine, especially the Alex working 50+ hrs a week bit. Coupled with my shrunken social circle life is getting boring and lonely, though I am fighting to keep things a bit more interesting and it has been working. And I know Alex needs the money. It's just crap, tis all. Like I said... meh!
Meh...
Life is... average. It's been a reasonable week, though on a bit of a downer today. Got up early and drove to work 4 days this week, missing Wednesday morning due to taking a valium on Tuesday night after somehow headfucking myself into a rather unpleasant state. Prior to that I was doing fine and dandy. Since them I've been just a little down, though feeling off is also due to early mornings and not enough sleep this week. The sooner I get my licence the better, and I'm working on that at full speed now - while I was sick I was too highly strung to drive but now that I'm well on the way to being well again I'm handling it ok (as evidenced by Alex letting me drive to work). Tomorrow afternoon we'll head out to Brookfield for some more serious practise (hill starts and emergency stops) as we have to head out that way anyway to pick up my much anticipated new fish.
Alex is probably working tomorrow morning due to financial pressures. We received a lovely debt collection notice last week for $1800 - Centrelink had overpaid him the last semester he was at uni after he dropped one subject. Although we had the option to pay it off over time I felt it was preferable and easier to clear the debt all at once, but after paying rego and insurance on the Bombadore and dental bills Alex wasn't exactly flush with cash, so we went Dutch. Surprisingly, my bank balance isn't too bad at all (considering I bought a computer, hit the post-Christmas sales and am spending a small fortune on physio) but we're going to have to be a lot tighter with money for a while, especially if Alex goes back to uni.
Going back to uni is also proving troublesome. Before allowing him to be re-admitted the university demands a letter from his current employer stating not only how long he has worked there for, but also what his duties are and how he conducts them. What this has to do with anything I fail to understand (are they going to decide driving a forklift is inappropriate work for someone wanting to complete a chemistry degree? What kind of work do they expect someone with half a degree to do?). Also, we only received the request for this letter last Friday and the actual letter only got written yesterday and will be posted to us. Uni won't make a decision until they have read and considered the letter, which they won't now receive until next week. Meanwhile, the start date for the semester is February 28!!! So Alex has no idea what is happening, no books have been bought and budgets are tight - hardly the best start back for a student who has experienced disrupted studies due to financial stress and insufficient preparation time. Fucking depressing, given the uni sagas he's been through already.
I should clarify that all is not doom and gloom. After a month of physio my knees are on the improve as I'm learning to walk in such a way to reduce the negative impacts of my stupid flat feet. I also spent $240 on foot-wear to help hold my feet in the right place. Knee injuries + falling arches = expensive ongoing problems. Hopefully I'll be back on the bike next week as I am turning into hideous lard girl through lack of exercise. Bah, not feeling very positive this morning, so I might stick to whinging anyway. Please don't take me too seriously. One of my fish died this week - from drowning. Paradise fish are obligate air breathers, and my female fish tried to swim through a hole she had grown too fat for and got stuck. I came home to find dead fish stuck in hole at the bottom of the tank. -:le sigh:- I also can't find anybody to take my baby paradise fish. I have 10 people-friendly hardy (though stupid) low-maintenance and very pretty fish to give away and no-one wants any! Add to that the several hundred fry in the other tank (born before mum carked it) to eventually raise up and that's a lot of fish. The pet shop won't take them until they are almost full grown, which will be in the Spring and meanwhile I don’t really have enough room to keep them. Damn breeders :-P
Friday today though. The excitement of going grocery shopping after work is keeping me motivated, and I'm filled with joy at the prospect of spending tomorrow morning doing the housework while Alex is at work. I've kinda promised to be good this weekend and get on top of chores I've been avoiding (like doing last year's tax return, finishing my resume, excavating my desk, etc) but Brett is feeling lonely and wants to spend the weekend with us. I love Brett - he's one of my closest friends and really does need rescuing from his housemate's gathering of 6yr olds - but that throws my plans completely out. Especially as he wants to hide with us on Sunday, and my reward for being good all weekend was to spend Sunday evening having special time with my boy (seeing as it's our 5 year anniversary and all). Boo! Guess I'll just have to be nasty and tell Brett no - already rescues him last night and am seeing him this afternoon, as well as probably taking him driving with us on Saturday. Enough is enough, no?
I've waffled enough for a while I think. Lack of photos is making my journal a very dull place, but the back-processing and filing has not yet been done and I haven't been inspired to shoot much new (busy plus confined to mind-numbing routine). Eventually everything will get there. Priorities at the moment though are (i) get licence, (ii) update resume and start looking for new job, and (iii) finish that goddamn paper from my honours work. After that I can worry about gardening, correspondence, photography and anything else I used to enjoy but seems to have become a chore. You know what? I seriously dislike this full-time work routine, especially the Alex working 50+ hrs a week bit. Coupled with my shrunken social circle life is getting boring and lonely, though I am fighting to keep things a bit more interesting and it has been working. And I know Alex needs the money. It's just crap, tis all. Like I said... meh!