Oh teh Rantage.
Be warned. This is a Rant Post. About Dog sitting and really really bad technology .
So. As some of you know, I dog sat for my little sister while she was at a 50th birthday party in Pambula, NSW, with her Husband and In-laws.
Friday night started ok. Still pissed that I couldn't clean my insanely messy room and the quality of Gold Coast drivers (Insanely rude and dangerous, as per usual... only one truck tried to kill me. Mind I did get the exit wrong and pull out in front of him). Dog was happy I was there after a long boring afternoon. I feed him and settle into watching my sis' Stargate SG1 DVDs. Nik calls around 5:40pm-ish and lets me know he's on his way and asked which train station is closest. Tom tom says Darra is only 4.9 kms away, so I tell him Darra.
Turns out Darra station takes like, a snake's trail of winding roads to get there, so I'm late and the Dog tags along for the ride. My car is a Magna, the same as the In-law's car, only the saloon version not the wagon. So Diff figures it's the same car and jumped in. Dog takes to Nik like a duck to water... to bad Nik's a cat person. My aunt Gilda calls and re-affirms that she too is a cat person, as am I.
Get back to my sis', dog tries to eat Nik's fox plushie. I eat my dinner while watching "Hot Shots" with Nik. Then we switch to Indiana Jones and the Lost Ark. We talk for a while and go to sleep.
Saturday is okay too. I let the dog out at 7am and go back to bed till 10:30-ish. We have breakfast, watch some telly, and Nik remembers something about the trains being down and needing a bus. I tell him there's a bus stop close by and he wanders off to check the time table. He leaves around 12:40-ish and Diff cries for an hour. Dumb sooky dawg. I give him a kong ball filled with biscuits and he's fine for a while. I do last night's and the morning's dishes and go back to watching Stargate. Dog invades and begins eating my lappy and phone.
I go to call mum about the dog's silly behaviour and discover the speaker is dead. Mum cops an ear full of 'hello's and a boat load of sci-fi cursing directed at the phone. The texting still works so I'm left with a very expensive mobile MSN messanger, with half the contacts. Yay! The road works on the intersection of Partridge and Lorikeet (i.e right outside the fraking door) give me a headache. I take two panadol, read some Kathy Riechs and watch more Stargate. Mum tries to call at 4pm. Phone's still not working so she gets more sci-fi cussing. I watch some Funniest Home Vids and Mythbusters till 9:30 and then go back to SG1 till 12:30. I kick the dog out to bed at 10 after he starts mauling cusions and his mattress.
Sunday. Everything goes down hill.
Wake up at 7am. Go to let the dog out and discover he's crapped EVERYWHERE. Alover the concrete and in his food bowl. I kick the dog out and stomp back to bed. Too early to deal with dog shit (never mind the fact i'm up at 5am on weekdays). I crawl out at 10:30 change and start packing. I feed myself, wash up and check on dog. I turn on the telly while I clean up and pack. Dawg runs madly about the house. I yell and smack him, but he doesn't learn. Phone still doesn't work. I got out to the shed to see if there's a shovel. There isn't. So I use a 15kph speed sign nat found somewhere and use that. I wash it and put it back after use. I wash out his food bowl dry it and put a handful of dry food in it. I stuff his kong with biscuits and load up the car. I change his water, lock him up in the foyer while I reverse my car out. I lock up the house, Hide the spare keys where I found them, write some note to my sis and release the hound. Dog tries to get in the car. A stern yelling stops him and I escape, but not before he give me the most pitiful look.
I set up my Tom tom to take me home via the logan and pacific highways (tolled roads). Tom tom says "Fuck you, You're going home via the scenic rim roads. But not before I try to take you through inner city Brisbane and Surfer's Paradise."
So here I am, no fraking clue where the hell I am passing through Beaudesert and places with weird names. Normally the Hinterland scenery would be pretty. Not today. I'm fraking lost, with a phone that doesn't work. I couldn't have been more shit scared in my life. Finally I get to Nerang. I stupidly miss the Highway exit and find myself being led through the Gold coast's most busy and congested roads and a shit ton of roadworks. I notice Tom tom is trying to take me through Broadbeach. Hell no, that'll add another hour to my already too long trip. I hang a right onto the GC highway, Tom tom calls me a bitch and tries to get me to go back before it recalculates. Finally in familiar territory, I turn off the damned lead astrayer of doom and get home, frazzled, tired, stressed, hungry and really really pissed off. There is nowhere to eat on the scenic rim roads... except at Canungra... but that was full of Bikies and Variety Bash people. No way in hell was I stopping there.
Dad helps me unpack and takes me shopping for a new phone. I get the Samsung C5220. It's a flip phone (plus), has mp3 capability (plus) and expandable memory (def plus). I eat a large double quater pounder meal with relish and go home. Customiseation causes a breakdown. I can't figure out how to change the mesage tone. After 2 hours I get it changed (at dinner). I still can't change the hot keys from Foxtel and Bigpond DSL, useless services for a pre-paid phone. But it works.
Okay rant done. I'm off to watch Bones.
So. As some of you know, I dog sat for my little sister while she was at a 50th birthday party in Pambula, NSW, with her Husband and In-laws.
Friday night started ok. Still pissed that I couldn't clean my insanely messy room and the quality of Gold Coast drivers (Insanely rude and dangerous, as per usual... only one truck tried to kill me. Mind I did get the exit wrong and pull out in front of him). Dog was happy I was there after a long boring afternoon. I feed him and settle into watching my sis' Stargate SG1 DVDs. Nik calls around 5:40pm-ish and lets me know he's on his way and asked which train station is closest. Tom tom says Darra is only 4.9 kms away, so I tell him Darra.
Turns out Darra station takes like, a snake's trail of winding roads to get there, so I'm late and the Dog tags along for the ride. My car is a Magna, the same as the In-law's car, only the saloon version not the wagon. So Diff figures it's the same car and jumped in. Dog takes to Nik like a duck to water... to bad Nik's a cat person. My aunt Gilda calls and re-affirms that she too is a cat person, as am I.
Get back to my sis', dog tries to eat Nik's fox plushie. I eat my dinner while watching "Hot Shots" with Nik. Then we switch to Indiana Jones and the Lost Ark. We talk for a while and go to sleep.
Saturday is okay too. I let the dog out at 7am and go back to bed till 10:30-ish. We have breakfast, watch some telly, and Nik remembers something about the trains being down and needing a bus. I tell him there's a bus stop close by and he wanders off to check the time table. He leaves around 12:40-ish and Diff cries for an hour. Dumb sooky dawg. I give him a kong ball filled with biscuits and he's fine for a while. I do last night's and the morning's dishes and go back to watching Stargate. Dog invades and begins eating my lappy and phone.
I go to call mum about the dog's silly behaviour and discover the speaker is dead. Mum cops an ear full of 'hello's and a boat load of sci-fi cursing directed at the phone. The texting still works so I'm left with a very expensive mobile MSN messanger, with half the contacts. Yay! The road works on the intersection of Partridge and Lorikeet (i.e right outside the fraking door) give me a headache. I take two panadol, read some Kathy Riechs and watch more Stargate. Mum tries to call at 4pm. Phone's still not working so she gets more sci-fi cussing. I watch some Funniest Home Vids and Mythbusters till 9:30 and then go back to SG1 till 12:30. I kick the dog out to bed at 10 after he starts mauling cusions and his mattress.
Sunday. Everything goes down hill.
Wake up at 7am. Go to let the dog out and discover he's crapped EVERYWHERE. Alover the concrete and in his food bowl. I kick the dog out and stomp back to bed. Too early to deal with dog shit (never mind the fact i'm up at 5am on weekdays). I crawl out at 10:30 change and start packing. I feed myself, wash up and check on dog. I turn on the telly while I clean up and pack. Dawg runs madly about the house. I yell and smack him, but he doesn't learn. Phone still doesn't work. I got out to the shed to see if there's a shovel. There isn't. So I use a 15kph speed sign nat found somewhere and use that. I wash it and put it back after use. I wash out his food bowl dry it and put a handful of dry food in it. I stuff his kong with biscuits and load up the car. I change his water, lock him up in the foyer while I reverse my car out. I lock up the house, Hide the spare keys where I found them, write some note to my sis and release the hound. Dog tries to get in the car. A stern yelling stops him and I escape, but not before he give me the most pitiful look.
I set up my Tom tom to take me home via the logan and pacific highways (tolled roads). Tom tom says "Fuck you, You're going home via the scenic rim roads. But not before I try to take you through inner city Brisbane and Surfer's Paradise."
So here I am, no fraking clue where the hell I am passing through Beaudesert and places with weird names. Normally the Hinterland scenery would be pretty. Not today. I'm fraking lost, with a phone that doesn't work. I couldn't have been more shit scared in my life. Finally I get to Nerang. I stupidly miss the Highway exit and find myself being led through the Gold coast's most busy and congested roads and a shit ton of roadworks. I notice Tom tom is trying to take me through Broadbeach. Hell no, that'll add another hour to my already too long trip. I hang a right onto the GC highway, Tom tom calls me a bitch and tries to get me to go back before it recalculates. Finally in familiar territory, I turn off the damned lead astrayer of doom and get home, frazzled, tired, stressed, hungry and really really pissed off. There is nowhere to eat on the scenic rim roads... except at Canungra... but that was full of Bikies and Variety Bash people. No way in hell was I stopping there.
Dad helps me unpack and takes me shopping for a new phone. I get the Samsung C5220. It's a flip phone (plus), has mp3 capability (plus) and expandable memory (def plus). I eat a large double quater pounder meal with relish and go home. Customiseation causes a breakdown. I can't figure out how to change the mesage tone. After 2 hours I get it changed (at dinner). I still can't change the hot keys from Foxtel and Bigpond DSL, useless services for a pre-paid phone. But it works.
Okay rant done. I'm off to watch Bones.