Monday, January 15, 2001

15-01-01

Back at work. Do I need to tell you how I'd rather be at home or, no, you will know that. Know me know that.

The day is grey but warm. The weather can quite happily pack up now I am back in this stuffy office. The weekend was just lovely. I went to the Men's Tennis final on Saturday. It was sunny and civilised. Tennis is scary in that there are 'rules to move'. You can't just 'decide' you need to go to the toilet and get up and go. You have to wait for the end of a game, preferably the end of a set. Watching the corporate box waiting staff sitting/walking/sitting/walking between points so as not to distract the players on Court.

You would think after three weeks off work I'd have something to talk about. It was lovely. Staying at home. Lying around and falling asleep while reading and eating when hungry and chatting for just how long I pleased. I seem to be sporting few bruises from staying in though. Walked into the corner of the bed again this morning and have a cut/lump/bruise on my shin. The big one on my arm is from the door at TechBooks and the one on the back of my left calf muscle is from slamming Greg's car door shut before my leg was in the vehicle (well duh)

Monday, January 15, 2001

Arg.. I'm tired. Partly because that was my first day back at work in a while, and partly because I stayed up far too late watching Look Who's Talking Too with John Travolta and Kirsty Alley. Why would television put that type of movie on at midnight I have no idea, but I watched it.

I also have no idea why my ex keeps coming around here. "popping in" he calls it. Hand up my leg and arm over my shoulders. He really needs a new girlfriend. I am getting tired of saying NO and karate chopping his hands all the time.

Gosh, I wish I had some interesting news to share but so far, I don't. Don't stray too far away though, you never know what's 'round the corner.

Tuesday, January 16, 2001

Everyone's been really chirpy today. I spent the morning 'down the line' and it was a nice drive and although everything didn't go so smoothly, it went well. [if that makes sense].

I feel very transitional at the moment - things could go either way. I'm ready for it though. Ready for the drama, prepared to create a scene, I have my Oscar for Best Leading Female in a Drama speech with my The Best Person Won speech written on the back. I know you all haven't a clue what I am talking about. In a nutshell, yesterday, around noon the straw broke the camel's back. My patience ran out. Now, no holds are barred, no rules, no more Mr Nice Mish. [oohhh are you worried?]

Have you emailed me to tell me to say hi? told me you loved me lately? let me lick your ice cream at the movies? [oh, hold on, that wasn't you]

Back to 'normal' business. While I was away on holiday it seems the Pod People came to earth and cloned my workmates and took the original smoking, drinking, pizza eating-coffee guzzling ones away. The left a set of de-toxing workmates who are driving me back to cigarettes and hard liquour.

"Coffee anyone?"
"tea"
"raspberry tea"
"no thankyou"
"water for me"
"yes please"

The little voice at the end was Mike, and on first impression he may seem my only hope but he's chewing gum frantically trying not to think about his cravings for cigarettes. Kyle demonstrated today, that in a few weeks we will call him and as he turned to answer he would disappear in profile his frame so slender. [there are rumours about he's a Weight Watcher but I don't think I could bear the truth] Rachelle offered me carrot sticks today, "take a bunch" she said "they're organic". I knew that already, the first bite had revealed their still-skin-on-ness to my tastebuds. If 2001 has driven this last strong hold of body abuse to cleansing their respective temples then the world must be coming to an end sooner than later.

Wednesday, January 17, 2001

I can't think how long ago it was that I stumbled into the Couplet at L'Hotel [three years? four?]. New to the room and pics enabled, the cutest and most popular chatter was a young dutch man using the chat handle "Spaceman Spiff". Cute avitar. Smart and witty. Surrounded by girls and women alike, the hubbub of the room generally arising from his direction. I annoyed him enough to get his notice. He became, and remains, one of my most favourite people on the Planet. Spaceman Spiff was put out to pasture and a few names used in his wake and now known by his given name, Sander is turning 21 years old today.

Over the years I have known him he has been consistantly loyal, generous, honest, caring and loving. I trust Sander completely. I love him dearly. I look forward to finally meeting him later this year. Happy Birthday Sander, Love.

Wednesday, January 17, 2001

Today has been long, with huge quiet chunks in the middle. I smoked a cigarette on the fire escape with Kyle. His detoxing's not going so well. Now I am tired. My legs hurt and I feel like crying. I guess I must be quite tired, huh? I came home to find I hadn't quite shut my freezer properly and it's all defrosted in a big puddle mapping the wonky level of my kitchen floor. perfect. *Looks on the bright side* thank goodness tomorrow is Rubbish Day.

I want to be a normal time of day person. Asleep by 10pm, awake at 6pm. Three square meals a day and buckets of energy, crisp pyjamas and perfect hair. Playing netball on a Wednesday and brunching in the weekends. Fresh flowers on my dresser. Sunshine and muslin curtains. *closes my eyes*

But what I really am.. a Late to Wake person, a Stay Up Too Late person - a Don't Waste Money on Flowers person, Crumpled Hair and Oversized Pyjama Person. I need a trade in or a trade up or a make over or something. Why don't the Pod People come and get me?

Thursday, January 18, 2001

Look at me - using two computers at once. I like making movies. While my computer is busy rendering the movie clips I am doing other work [besides blogging] on Rachelle's computer [away sick]. Such an efficient puppy I am.

That interesting stuff I promised you'd get if you stay tuned didn't happen to any great degree. I didn't have to throw a tantrum and walk out, I got the money that was owed me with relatively little fuss but with an unhealthy dose of guilt I refuse to pick up on. Thinking about the events I can see I repeat a pattern. I get really unhappy when I feel like I am consistantly a low priority, in this case my boss'd find it easier to sacrifice his need to keep his word to me than to chase clients for money to pay me what I was owed. [and we're not talking about huge dollars here either, people] Greg used to do it too. My needs were easier to sacrifice than those of his boss, say, and he would work late because he felt it'd be easier for me to change my plans than to say 'no' to his boss. And, I would, of course. I would find the 'work around' and make it work. Until enough was enough and once my importance in his life dropped somewhere below 'fishing' [about fifth on his priority list] I figured I was better off on my own.

Of course it was more complicated than that. You don't just walk out on a long term relationship because of ranking on a priority list.

So, anyway. It's Thursday. I missed the rubbish truck *gawd michelle* I know I know - it's part of my charm, remember? So my freezer is super clean and super empty. I had to pull the fridge right out and clean all underneath it and I unscrewed the water-trap thingy at the back and emptied and cleaned that. It's like a new fridge. It thhrpped happily when I turned it back on again. All my appliences speak to me. Well, okay, two appliences and my iBook. [no, they really do]. The fridge thhrpps when it powers up, and peeps when the door is left open for too long. My washing machine has a display that keeps me up-to-the-minute on it's progress. When I first used it, the display read "help! I'm not getting enough hot water!". While trying to connect to the internet with my new used iBook, and failing to make a direct connection, the very computerised american voice from the speaker said "this is not my fault".

Who needs flatmates!! I have intelligent machines!!

Sunday, January 21, 2001

What a nice weekend. I was late but I finally got my car on the road about 4pm Saturday, arriving in Rotorua just after 6:30pm to meet up with Kristy, Mark, Bronwyn and Megan to go to ENZSO. [usually, SplitEnz and the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra - cept it was the Auckland Philharmonic and a Noel Crombie and Eddie Raynor with friends singing SplitEnz stuff ((Margaret Urlich and Darrel Lovegrove and Tim Beverage and some little girl with a big voice called Hilary someone))] It was nice and thanks to Nicola we were right behind the 'paying seated'. The fireworks at the end were spectacular. ENZSO by the Lake was a very nice evening.

Kristy and Mark's place is high up on Mt Nongataha so has very nice views right out across the city of Rotorua. I was born there, you know? and I did the wee "tiki" tour of the house I grew up and the school I went to [it was a fast tour - everything just looks way smaller]

Today started with a great big breakfast at the Fat Dog then a squizz at the local Importer's wares. I purchased two pillows - one, a neutral version(ish) of the pillow cover Freya bought for me when she came to visit, the other a great big yellowymustardy one - then we barrelled on out to the Agrodome to see Mark who was working today. He was very kind and took me up in the helicopter [do we love helicopter rides mish? why yes, we do rather] not once but TWICE [insert great big grinning face].

Amy got to ride down the hill in a Zorb TWICE for free which is nice because 1 x zorb ride = $40. She was happy - I was happy. [I think she just looked as if she neeeded a good zorb - one dry ride and one wet ride]

[i really like square brackets, have you noticed]

So, home now, again, sigh, arg, work tomorrow. Back to making more bad movies badly [oh but i am making bad movies well so i 'spose that's some kind of progess] [babbling, need coffee]

Tuesday, January 23, 2001

I think Lord Sandwich did a fine thing inventing them. This one is pepperoni beef with beetroot and lettuce on whole grain buttered bread. I could live on sandwiches. [pizza is considered a sandwich on my world] Some sandwiches taste better with different beverages. For example: a sardine sandwich tastes best with a cup of coffee, whereas a tomato sandwich works well with tea. The sandwich I am consuming at present is enhanced by a glass of cold milk. Pizza works well with red wine, naturally, and coke is best.

That was my neighbour [my train of thought was interrupted] she's really nice. She's off to her friends place but just stopped in for a wee chat and a 'wonder if you need anything'. Very nice. Though she gives me a hard time about the amount of time I spend in front of a computer with very little income to show for it. It's unexplainable to 'laypeople'.

Rachelle and I ordered our G4's today. It's so exciting. I blew my budget but I am going to have my dream computer set up. Macintosh and PC networked and legal software and beautiful screens. All the components should be ready for delivery by Thursday/Friday. Meanwhile, Hamish (my PC) will go into the Mac Shop tomorrow to be fitted with the ethernet card required for the network. It makes me go all goosebumply.

Oh and another thing happened today. I found out Kyle is Kayleen's son!! Kyle works with me and Kayleen [his mum] was the co-ordinator of the Community House I was involved in it years and years ago. It's just one hell of a small world. We phoned her and she remembered me and she sounds just the same. No wonder Kyle's heart is so big and his laugh is bigger - he's just like his mum.

Wednesday, January 24, 2001

I'm finding it difficult to work today. There is lots to do and lots on. Apart from work and the arrival of the Mac and the dropping-Hamish-off-for-his-implant, I have tickets to Cirque du Soliel this evening and the thought of driving into the city amongst all that going-home traffic is making me plan my day so it will 'fit' properly. That always comes with a tinge of stress though. The coffee's made me a bit jittery too, doesn't help.

This weekend is a long one: Monday is a Public Holiday.

There is a One Day International on too: NZ Blackcaps vs. Sri Lanka - though by the sounds of things our side is weak - aw what the hell.. they look great, win or lose. I'll be watching [hopefully it might be free-to-air bur probably delayed] Tomorrow I am off to Huntly and that's always stressful. Other stuff I have to deal with, workwise this week has my plate pretty full.