Monday

From 12:30am to 2:30am this morning my neighbours let their dogs run wild in their apartment.  We share common floors and walls, so it was thumps on the floor, thumps against the wall, the odd yap.  Imagine the sound of someone (with wooden floors) bouncing 5 basketballs around a room.  That’s what it sounded like.  The assholes keep the dogs confined to their tiny bathroom, so they probably think they’re doing some good by letting the dogs get some exercise. How about not being cruel sacks of shit and not keeping two dogs in a tiny bathroom?

I keep mentioning all this shit with them because I know I will read back on this later and think I was over-reacting in the earlier entries.  Not the case.  These people are an absolute nightmare and I feel very sorry for whoever moves into this apartment.  

I turned up for jury duty this morning.  Sat through the roll call, the video, moved over the road to the waiting area.  The defendant plead guilty, so we got let go just before lunch time. 

I drove home and booked my visa medical.  Unfortunately I can’t get in before my appointment, but I can get it done a week later.  All that means is that as long as we can convince the consular officer to grant me a visa, we will have to wait for my results to reach the consulate before I will actually get the visa.  I’m starting to feel a little bit like this interview isn’t meant to be the one where I get my visa.  I’ve mentioned before how things just seem to be against me at some times, and with me at others.  And I don’t mean that as in "poor me I’ve had some bad luck and didn’t get what I want".  It’s hard to explain.  But this has happened before.  Everything that could go wrong did, but when I tried the exact same thing on another day, exactly the same conditions, it went perfectly.  So, I’m not sure how I feel about it right now.  

We’ve decided on the flights for M to go back to the US.  We need to talk about it more tonight, as he has been talking to Tyler about his availability to make the airport run.  We will likely book the flights tomorrow night or the next.  The dog needs to go to the vet pronto, so that will happen perhaps Thursday night if we can get in.  

I went to work after I had been home, and it was pretty shitful.  I felt overwhelmed, then my assistant burst into hysterical tears after lunch.  Turns out she has an awful lot going on at home right now, plus she broke up with her boyfriend last night.  I felt so sad for her and she was trying so hard to hold it together.  I told her it was alright, I had done the exact same thing last week in Sally’s office and that it was better to just let it all out.  She recovered, but I will have to keep an eye on her.  She’s only 17.  

Stopped at the supermarket to get some rolls to go with dinner.  Am still feeling overwhelmed with all the shit left in this apartment, but I am going to do a little more work tonight on the piles of useless shit we have left.  I have to be ruthless and just THROW IT OUT.  The bathroom ceiling is coming along very nicely, by the way.  It is almost entirely spotless and I feel very pleased about that.  

Just so much to do.  So much.  I really do feel overwhelmed.  I am slightly less irate with M today, but still frustrated that we move at such different speeds.  

I forgot to tell you.  I finally got around to weighing myself at mother’s house and I have lost a total of 8kg (17.6lbs) since early May.  Pretty impressive, even if I lost it through no real effort.  My clothes are very baggy, I have run out of belt loops on both belts.  I literally have to go and buy new jeans this weekend because I look ridiculous.  It’s nice being thinner, and I feel much more comfortable than I did when I was chunky, but I just don’t expect it to last.  It’s not realistic, although it has been inspiration to watch my portions and not over-stuff myself.   We’ll see, I guess.  I’ll keep the fat pants at the back of the closet.