this is the song that never ends...
so incredibly busy, trying hard to get everything done on time but i'm falling short of peoples expectations of me.
i'm falling short of my expectations of me. i might succeed in one area of my current life (work) only to realise i've missed my brothers birthday or my parents 25th anniversary or something shocking like that.
only, i didn't really miss them, just a day late for each.
there are valid reasons for missing them (work & bronchitis) but it just doesn't sit well with me and i can't wait to go back to working part-time so i can fit everything in.
went to a super tragic hen's night on the 2nd, went to four pubs i'd never been to before and will never go to again.
bus trip from directors hotel to frostbites to bodz n babez (strippers) to church to mansions then home, finally.
ado was on the corresponding bucks night and i still wish i got to go to that one instead.
the boys got to stay in one place and had topless waitresses and strippers, they were meant to meet us at mansions around 1am but ado didn't make it.
from what we can tell, he got so blotto on all the free piss and some free gear that he scored (and didn't share) that he ended up walking to frostbites form the earl to find me (i hadn't been there for four hours mind you) and passed out in the parklands with only his phone and tobacco for company.
personally i'm surprised he wasn't mugged and raped and beaten up, but he made it home in one piece at 6am the next day after walking from town to norwood.
the whole night was rather disappointing, but at least he made it up to me the next week by treating me like an absolute princess and all was forgiven.
the next week was rather bizarre, monday i was fine, very busy day at work and went straight home to spend three hours cleaning the apartment and moving furniture around. flaked out on the couch for the rest of the evening to recover.
tuesday i woke up with a bloody crick in my neck and a sore back and legs, i assumed i had just pulled some muscles or whatever moving all the furniture and thought nothing of it.
wednesday i woke up and it felt like i was swallowing razorblades. still, i went to work and slogged it out on the phone all day.
went home, read two reports, spent almost two hours on the phone for my other job organising things and people and offering advice only to realise my throat was not getting any better and i should shut the hell up before i lost my voice.
thursday i totally piked it on work and called in sick, figured if they wanted me there on friday i better rest my throat/voice and take it easy.
adrian ended up taking the day off too, because he couldn't find his bank card and i needed it to go shopping and things later in the day.
we ended up tidying up the house, pottering around then going shopping for new bed linen.
end tally: two bamboo lamps, one pink and chocolate retro quilt cover set, one pink sheet set, three chocolate leather throw pillows, one pair of work pants, one black satin and red ribbon corset and panties set, raspberry scented candles and a chocolate ceramic plate for them to sit on.
went home and made the bed up all pretty, and for the first time since i moved into our place our bedroom is exactly how i wanted it.
lush and cosy and yummy smelling, with very good lighting.
i spent most of the afternoon running errands, getting my license renewed, getting a wax and picking up some orders and was pretty fucked by the end of the day.
friday i went back to work, which was probably a big mistake because i used a whole box of tissues in one day, my bin was overflowing with them and it was so gross.
if i was sneezing and blowing my nose i was coughing, and all my friggin boss could say was "bloody soft shelia" - end quote.
i was too sick to care, and figured i may as well stick it out at work till 4pm because i had to be in unley at 4:30pm to pick up some party gear for the weekend and couldn't be fucked going home only to have to go back out again.
ended up having to wait around till 6:45pm for my order, and even then not all of it came through which i was peeved about.
raced home in under five minutes and jumped in the shower, trying to get ready for a little part we were having around 7:30/8pm.
ended up taking my time and was ready by 8:30 or so which wasn't so bad, chemicals cleared my sinus's right up and i was able to breathe properly for the first time in two days.
vodka helped soothe my nerves, blackjack and shooters a plenty, i had the best night, after such a fucked up day it was really excellent that everything came together and ended up better than i ever imagined it could be.
didnt sleep till saturday night, spent about half the day in a lush bubble bath, just kept refilling the tub with hot water to soothe my tired bones.
felt a bit awful, but it goes with the territory so i couldn't complain.
sunday was spent in much the same way as saturday, bubble baths and dvds, lots of billies to keep me going.
monday i had booked of weeks in advance as i had planned on organising a business bank account and had multiple meetings lined up for work.
only ended up making it to one meeting, and that was only because it was at the pub three doors down from my house, convenient and boozy, full plus marks in my books.
tuesday i bit the bullet and went to work for two hours, left a 10:30am because everyone was disgusted and scared of my barking cough that just wouldnt stop.
nobody wanted to get sick, and everybody thought i t would be best if i just went home rather than pass my illness on to everyone else.
oh scratch that, everybody except my stupid boss thought i should go home, he said "i'm getting pretty sick of this you know vicki" and i punched him in the face for being such a pig.
no, i think i should've though. i just told him that CLEARLY i wasn't faking it. i said he could see how sick i was on friday and i still came in. i said you have no right to make me feel guilty about being sick. i said i cant help being sick and really do not need this right now. i said i'm going to the doctors now.
and then i left without saying anything else, because clearly, he doesn't deserve further explanation if he is going to try and question me like that.
so, doctor hew told me i had bronchitis and hooked me up with a friggin brochinal turbohaler, so i feel like five years old with a puffer.
wednesday i stayed home and felt sorry for myself, felt totally buggered from the coughs that kept racking my body.
went back to work thursday, made it through the day, felt generally better, just kept coughing and coughing.
friday was spent at work, paying my bills and doing my budget, tried very hard to concentrate on work but just couldn't bring myself to care.
went shopping in town with ado after work, he scored some pinstripe bootleg/flared pants and a cool black shirt with a print.
i scored a fat black belt with silver buckle, a black velvet singlet with mesh and beading on the v-neckline, another black singlet with lack design on the v-neckline, a turquoise/aqua cardy type shawl which i love, then i bought some silver accessories to match the cardy/shawl. (silver droplet earrings with aqua coloured stones and a silver necklace with multiple chains and beads and charms, all in a beautiful aqua/green colour.)
anyway, total bargains, all of our shopping came to about $150 bux so not only did i get to satisfy my craving for shopping and new clothes but we stayed within budget, which is an almost un-heard of thing for me.
anyway, saturday we went to a charming wedding in ferguson square in dulwich, too many memories of cherry blossom trees and spring-time afternoons listening to us verses them and running around barefoot in the park for it not to be enjoyable.
went home for some drinky-poos before cramming five people in a two door hatchback sports car and driving to the city for the reception dinner at st.pauls.
i am convinced that my cream fur coat is magical, even though i was lying across two laps for a fifteen minute drive i was super relaxed and comfortable and i owe it all to my coat for keeping me safe and cushiony warm.
the vodka probably helped too.
the reception was more fun than i had expected, was a little loose lipped and said things i probably shouldn't have.
i couldn't help it, i thought we were all being honest and just telling it like it is but it turns it out it was only me.
snuck out to b's car for billies during the dinner, it was more than worth it, also, bar tabs rule.
sunday was a blur, dvd's and billies and a delicious dinner cooked by adrian (corned beef with taties and carrots and pumpkin and hollandaise sauce).
monday was boring, work.
went home, more work, more phone calls, but actual progress was made which is promising.
didnt finish working till after 7pm, then made a fabulous macaroni cheeses just like momma used to make.
adrian loves my cooking, it's so homey and delicious, i owe it all to my herb wheel of fortune.
now i don't know what i'm talking about, this entry is super long but for me, esential.
i plan on using my journals to assist with writing my autobiography when i'm rich and famous.
i am currently in the middle of
- organising a gig on may 13th at the civic centre in playford.
- a series of workshops culminating in a performance night through june and july.
- my parents 25th wedding anniversary
- anzac day bbq at our place
- our wedding - still haven't even touched the plans this year, ouch.
- nss project plan and budget