What a glorious start to my week. Have You seen my keys? no, not my house keys, my car keys? Damn but they're not here. I'm particular about keys as you know. They go in the same place everytime so that everytime you know where to find them. Their new home is [was] in the top drawer in the kitchen with the House keys and the garage door remote. Best I can figure, last to use them may well have been Simon - and might have been Greg - both with a genetic pre-disposition to lose keys at worst and put them in their pockets and take them to work, at best. Although I am now walking distance to the Ferry, that still takes 25-35 minutes or so and must be *planned* for. I had *planned* to drive and park this morning so my window was too small. And not being a public transport natural, to cut a long story short - I've missed my ferry.
The next one is at 1015 so I'll walk down to that one and retrieve my keys after work when the "menfolk" of my life become accessible again.
So, busy day moving on Saturday - busy night cooking dinner for the troops last night. I tell you, sometimes when I'm in Super Working Mood I can get a lot done. In 30 minutes I had:
tidied Greg's untidy kitchen
put bubble and squeak in the oven to cook
made coleslaw
cleaned up all the flying cabbage bits and washed out the food processor
made two banana cake batters and replaced the now cooked bubble and squeak in the oven with the cakes
made gravy and shreaded a precooked chicken
fed everyone the coleslaw, roast chicken, gravy, bubbleandsqueak, peas and toasted tomato paninis [bing.. 30 minutes is up] and taking the finished cakes out of the oven half way thru dinner
tidied up again
made chocolate butter icing for the now mostly cooled cakes
went home
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so technically - it's Thursday, but because I'm still awake, it means its kinda Wednesday.
I just got home.. its just gone midnight. for a girl who was determined to catch the 8pm ferry, I have failed miserably. But it's not my fault. It's james' fault. he wouldn't let me go. I told him i wasn't spending any more money and he put his credit card behind
the bar and made me bring him whiskey. he was drunked. drunked i tells you. chatting up girls named Heidi and drinking beer to "cleanse" his system. It's been forever since I was out with James.. forever and just like yesterday. He makes me laugh, even when
he pulls me by my lapels and kinda grabs my arse ( i think he mistook it for something else ).
Today was Duana's last day at work. She's off on an overseas trip which was the excuse
she needed to leave. I'm not quite sure how we'll cope. We each had to take a few of her tasks to absorb her job into our company rather than replace her. I got the "dealing with couriers and courier guys" (I'm not comPLETELY stupid.. they wear lycra you know) and looking after the CDs.. blank and software. I will be the software police so watch the fucking OUT people. If I can't find Microsoft Project and your name is on my new checking in/out sheet i'm gonna open a can of whopass on you'all.
I stayed too long. I shouldn't have. I owe greg for fetching us and delivering Jamesdarling
to his house and me to my car at the ferry terminal. For all my complaining, the man deserves a medal for coming out so late to pick up his ex... mind you.. i'd do the same for him.
[correction] I caught the bus home from the Ferry last night and was overjoyed to find
my stop is just two doors from where I live. [/correction]
Can public transport *be* any easier. Joy.
And of course, my keys. When I got home I spent considerable time and many moanings looking for them. I just had the feeling they were somewhere obvious, staring at me, calling me a blind idiot. I couldn't find them and after several hours of bursts of searching I gave up. Greg came 'round later and after about 40 seconds of looking (30 of
which i growled at him for going "through my stuff") he found them and spent the next 10 minutes in turns gloating and reinforcing the fact that i'm a blind moron.
It's raining today. Quite a lot. The ferry was steamy and close. I was splashed twice
by zooming cars on the way to work, I hate that.
