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Colour me floored.
My tickets for the 18th, that I bought on SUNDAY were in the post box this afternoon.
Yet, the tickets I bought in December and have rung about multiples times, which were meant to be sent out nearly a month ago? Still not here.
INSANE.
Must ring TM again tomorrow. Oh joy.
And the amount of stuff I don't have written down - like, important detail stuff - is really starting to appall me. I mean, I guess in my defence it's the stuff you think at the time that you'd never need to write it down cos why would you not know, but... my doctor's name and number? I have no idea. And I'm not driving over there to find out because it's several suburbs away, as we had to give up on our local doctor after nearly twenty years because all the good people have left. My phone number/my supervisor's phone number at BT? Can't think of it for the life of me. I realised the other day I don't think I ever even knew the last names of several of my managers (Carol and Sandy, yes, but at the video shop? Buggered if I know.) I have to go check the fridge magnet for the video shop's number, and I can only just barely remember Whitcoulls number. I have got to be more organised from now on. Jeez.
And it's so cute to see half my flist going silly** over the awards show. I'll hopefully remember to watch it on Saturday night, sounds like it's worth... fastforwarding to the good bits, anyway. :D
And, working tomorrow, Sat and Sun, from 8am til ??? so aside from this evening I'm probably not going to be around terrifically much. Omega again, which is OK cos it's money and it's not me sitting on my ass wasting resources (I a little bit may have $30 left to my name, at least until the cheque for grooming the other week comes through) just... damnit, blah. And I applied for a data entry position thing at The Airline I Always Fly On and dear Jebus the hoops they want you to jump through to submit an application. Seriously, I don't get this craze from the past few years of having to make up all kinds of bullshit instead of being able to say "I would be good at this, I have experience in this sort of stuff/am a bloody good learner and win at life" and that's it.
**To clarify, in my personal vocabulary, 'silly' is a good adjective and implies great affection.
My tickets for the 18th, that I bought on SUNDAY were in the post box this afternoon.
Yet, the tickets I bought in December and have rung about multiples times, which were meant to be sent out nearly a month ago? Still not here.
INSANE.
Must ring TM again tomorrow. Oh joy.
And the amount of stuff I don't have written down - like, important detail stuff - is really starting to appall me. I mean, I guess in my defence it's the stuff you think at the time that you'd never need to write it down cos why would you not know, but... my doctor's name and number? I have no idea. And I'm not driving over there to find out because it's several suburbs away, as we had to give up on our local doctor after nearly twenty years because all the good people have left. My phone number/my supervisor's phone number at BT? Can't think of it for the life of me. I realised the other day I don't think I ever even knew the last names of several of my managers (Carol and Sandy, yes, but at the video shop? Buggered if I know.) I have to go check the fridge magnet for the video shop's number, and I can only just barely remember Whitcoulls number. I have got to be more organised from now on. Jeez.
And it's so cute to see half my flist going silly** over the awards show. I'll hopefully remember to watch it on Saturday night, sounds like it's worth... fastforwarding to the good bits, anyway. :D
And, working tomorrow, Sat and Sun, from 8am til ??? so aside from this evening I'm probably not going to be around terrifically much. Omega again, which is OK cos it's money and it's not me sitting on my ass wasting resources (I a little bit may have $30 left to my name, at least until the cheque for grooming the other week comes through) just... damnit, blah. And I applied for a data entry position thing at The Airline I Always Fly On and dear Jebus the hoops they want you to jump through to submit an application. Seriously, I don't get this craze from the past few years of having to make up all kinds of bullshit instead of being able to say "I would be good at this, I have experience in this sort of stuff/am a bloody good learner and win at life" and that's it.
**To clarify, in my personal vocabulary, 'silly' is a good adjective and implies great affection.