Archive for things that irriate me
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya…
Last week we went on a ‘team building exercise’.
The senior managers go on this shit all the time. Sometimes it is to a flash hotel overlooking the city lights, others an island on the Whitsundays. On one of these junkets they decided that in order to lift moral they should throw a few shekels the [...]
Adventures in babysitting
I was a good babysitter.
I didn’t get much of a chance to hone my mad skillz, unless you count the freakshow that used to live next door to us when we lived in the city who gave birth, asked us to help her name her child and then dumped her on our doorstep for 2 [...]
Hi, how are you?
What is with people? I mean really. Fuck me dead they irritate me.
When you pass someone in the hall and say ‘Hi how are ya!’ it is meant as a greeting. Not a fucking invitation to dump all your sorry arsed woes on my fabulously shoed self.
Imagine me, at work, fabulously fabulousing.
I get up from [...]
Is it cold in here? Or hot? Or cold?
This morning I went to the doctors.
Every freaking doctor in known universe has been booked out for days, and shit like NOT BEING ABLE TO BREATHE and CHEST PAINS are apparently not that important.
So finally, I gotz me an appointment today.
I shuffled around some stuff at work so I could make the 9.10am appointment.
After dropping [...]
Do. Not. Want.
Today I was at the local shopping centre. Mall for you non-Aussies.
Wandering around with my Boo, clutching coffee for me and juice for the tiny terrorist. A lovely way to kill time till we had to go and pick up Moo and Too from the train station and ferry Too to Karate.
I was innocently holding [...]
