Took a few days off work last week, left pretty specific instructions on what to do in my absence.
Returned today to absolutely fuck all being done. I'm extra shitty as I've covered for others when they were sick/holidays and things progressed in their absence.
Looks like I'll have to return the favour and be 'too busy' for everything until after Xmas.
I bought a Terry's mint-flavoured chocolate orange, with the thought process being hey, I like chocolate oranges, I like mint chocolate, let's give it a go.
A week or so later I saw it in the cupboard and had a horrible thought: is it orange AND mint? What kind of monstrosity have I purchased here? Is this going to be like a Vegemite Tim Tam?
Upon closer examination I can confirm, no, just mint, but shaped like an orange because Reasons. So you can all relax, I'm sure that was stressing other people too.
My tooths are now very clean. Which is good, but they don't feel like my teeth anymore.
I like the new dentist I saw and am booked in for a torture session/filling soon. Why are teeth so poorly designed? And why don't they come with a warranty?
Just went out to the supermarket. The city is covered in a rare evening fog. Can't see the tops of the taller buildings. Humid as fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
This morning on the telly they were talking about non alcoholic drinks for dogs because owners like to buy shit for their pets. Paw Blonde, Pawroni and Pawsecco are available for your party animals.
Thought I'd order a late breakfast.. rider sat waiting for some other order for like 30 minutes or so before going to get mine. I paid for priority delivery but that doesn't mean they'll prioritise collecting it. Prick sat on it not allowing another rider to collect it while it went cold. He's nearly here now 45 minutes past the original expected delivery. Angry.
While making dinner this evening, I listened to just about every version of Santa Baby. There are a lot - Taylor Swift, Kylie, Cher, Madonna, Ariana Grande, Pussycat Dolls, Gwen Stefani to name just a few.
None of them are anywhere near as good as the Eartha Kitt original; though I give points to Michael Buble for his male version of a dude totally not flirting with Santa. It was his funny take that sent me on this journey.
Napping was a mistake. But since I was up a certain furry little potato got an extra wet meal and is now having a cuddle. I'm really happy the new wet food is working out well for her and is more nutritious. We've had a win here.
Too tired to do anything productive so veging and watching dumb shows out of order til I hopefully get back to sleep.
I shouldn’t have bothered saying anything. I can hear the guy ranting again so my suspicions about the 72 hour psych hold were correct. Apparently the property managers are trying to sort it but are being forced to wait on VCAT and have no powers beyond that.
It’d be really nice if something positive happened. Right now it’s all just waiting indefinitely for things to improve. I’m cuddling the furry pudding because she’s the best
Melbcat’s claws really needed a trim, they were catching on the carpet as she walked but her nail clippers are gone… they went to the cattery along with her slicker brush which did come back. I have no idea why they would have been taken out and left there as they obviously weren’t used. Perhaps they got misplaced on unpacking?
It’s fine if they got left behind, they were quite cheap. It just would have been nice to realise it sooner so a new one could have been added to the Kmart order. Melbcat had to borrow the human nail clippers.