At The Present Moment.

It has been crazy busy at work so I’ve not had time to come here and seriously update.
It’s cut off for publication in the 11th of this month, which means everyone during the course of the year doesn’t do much until the last month when this place is a mad house. My poor little fingers have been going over time and my patients stretched to the limit with pushing managers wanting their shit yesterday.
Anywayz, in other not so good news, I was passed over for a promotion. This pisses me off a great deal. They don’t know I’m leaving so there is no excuse there. I’m really leaving now.
Having found a place to live (as previously mentioned), a little less stress at the moment. School is giving me the shits too. I’m a fraction away from dropping Industrial Piping Systems altogether, I hate it – hate, hate, hate it.
Residential Outbuildings isn’t too bad.

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Nanas funeral.

Which I know I’ve not spoken about, but while I’m here and remember, was very nice. There were a lot of people there.
And that’s all I have to say about that.

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There were other relevant and serious issues I wanted to discuss and I can’t remember what they were?

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I’m going to Josh’s place tonight for Glee and Lasagne. (p.s. after a night of drinking he’s not prepared lasagne, I get pizza instead.)
We had a big discussion when I got back from Canberra last weekend. Conversation goes something like:

‘Sometimes it’s hard to judge how I fit into your life for example, and I notice with more things, like your work, that your opinion on things isn’t always the same from one day to another … I’m not always a great fan of your changing attitudes, but other than that, I think you’re a fab person.’

‘Yes Josh, I’m a thinker not a motivator, it’s true I don’t like my job, but it will take me a while to motivate myself to leave. As for where you fit into my life I don’t know either. I’m baffled by that one myself. Where do I fit into your life?’

‘Well after last week kinda got the feeling you’re an amazing friend and a good hug giver.’

To cut a long story short we came to an agreement:
No sex.
Cuddling is ok.
No kissing.
Hand holding is ok.
Sleepovers are ok, but clothes are to be worn in bed and no hands below the waist.

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Canberra and Leigh’s 30th.

Can you believe I only got laid twice while I was down there? I’m getting old and cranky and no one wants a piece of my soggy backside anymore. *le sigh*

Anyways, Leigh’s shin-dig was great fun. He’s over going out and getting drunk thing with family (which I can understand), and the weather was absolute shite so yeah, it ended in pizza with the extended family and cheese cake for desert.

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Harry, Harry, Harry.

Harry is dying. Emphysema. And he and his darling American wife (who is so much fun mind you!) are still smoking! He was sitting next to me during Leigh’s lunch and twice he went out for a fag, and by ‘went out’ I mean was pushed in his wheel chair – complete with oxygen tubes. Sooo distressing, but who am I to judge I was there puffing away with him.
I gave up again on Monday. So we’ll see how that goes. It has been 4 days.

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So what next? I’ve not started packing my boxes yet, I’m not even sure that I know where I’m putting them. Ashley doesn’t have storage space so I have NO idea. Meh. Too many details.

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Ciao