Not in that we are actively making terrible choices, but circumstances conspire against us. It’s the end of winter, so colds and flu abound. I have not yet been struck down, but G has. We are busy, but not happy, at work. We were away the entirety of the weekend. I am trying to get fit, so going to the gym in the evening. G is mysteriously exhausted.
So, dinner is likely to occur around 8. No prep has occurred. We weren’t here on the weekend to have a big meal to set up the menu for the week. So it’s easier to get takeaway, buy readymades or eat cheese and chocolate. Tonight’s dinner is steamed veggies, currently simmering away. This is because the budgets money for week is gone. Expensive weekend away plus stupid rental car authorisation for more than expected.
I have had a less than stellar week. One of the least fun things about it has been writing a submission I don’t think needs to be written. I finished it, sent an email to all interested parties and came home with a sinus headache/migraine.
One of the interested parties was kind enough to email me and say thanks and that I had been more eloquent than his original ideas were. In a more basic way than that. Yay.
And then, just now if foolishly checked my email. The person who required the submission be done. Sigh has reviewed it. And made changes. And suggests I follow the formatting style of the submission made on an alternative matter yesterday. The ad hoc, completely out of whack with current style submission. Insert maniacal laughter here. I simply cannot win on this. When I originate a submission, it is formatted within an inch of its life. When w@nker golden boy does it, any format goes. And then I am to copy.
And no. Formatting matters.
I cannot win. Apparently I am the person who must be required to present things precisely, but the next person to do the job can be as slapdash as they want.
In a previous job I had to put together board papers. The board apparently required that the tabs have labs. Tiny, hard to line up labels. I suffered through it. Then it was no longer part of my job. ( they were going to a new service provider and didn’t want me to see their internal docs). Apparently lining up labels was beyond the abilities of the next person. She was allowed to handwrite numbers to match the agenda items. Still bitter about those wasted hours.
We went to Rockhampton for the weekend. This was never going to be a super relaxing weekend away, but it could have been better.
Our flight was supposed to leave at 7 am. This meant a very early start to get there. Then my. We pair of embroidery scissors was confiscated, because I forgot they were in my project box ( not sure why I bothered, I didn’t touch it all weekend). So I had my carry on double scanned and then I was selected for the bonus explosive scan.
Then, once we were all loaded onto the propeller plane, the pilot announced there was a problem, and the maintenance man came on. Bonus, the entrance is in the back, he had to walk the length of the plane. Whatever was wrong was really wrong. We were deplaned, and had to wait in the airport for two plus hours, before getting back on the plane and flying up to Rocky.
My plans had included a visit to one of the local patchwork shops, but as we landed past 11, and it closed at 12 that plan went out the window. We went and picked up J, who was kind of surprised, and I got my visit to a different patchwork shop while J and G were hanging out at the shopping centre. Then we did some clothes shopping, dropped J home and crashed ( that early start).
Dinner out was nice, but I was reminded that we were in a country town. Our reservation was for 7. The restaurant was already full of other diners. We finished at 9:30 or so. The kitchen was closed. All but one other table were long gone and the wait staff were aggressively putting silverware away. Now I know how melbournites used to feel in Brisbane.
Later, G and I went for a stroll near our hotel, which was near the old Main Street ( hollowed out by the shopping centres and their air con). Saturday night and the clubbing was getting going at a few of the pubs. I felt old, but a lot of the people out were older than me. I prefer a quiet drinking space I guess.
Sunday started witha nice breakfast and then a visit to G’s grandfather, still going strong at 90 plus(?). A few other family members were there for a regular catch up, so that was nice. Then lunch out with the in laws and J, and a visit to their house at the beach. Their dog has only ever met me while I was pregnant, so I always assumed her demented behaviour around me was due to that. Apparently not.
Then back to town, we hung out at McDonald’s before driving to the airport. By this time I had a lovely headache, so the flight back was not fun. But it was a jet this time so it was faster.
Bonus, I got my period, so not pregnant.
Not a terrible weekend. Good to have family catch ups. But not the most relaxing thing we could do.
For most of our visits to Rockhampton in the past few years I have been either sick or pregnant ( but not aware of it). I have been feeling the niggles of an impending cold this week, and I suspect I am not pregnant.
I know a surprise natural pregnancy is a low probability but still sad.
Sometimes I think I am at the point of being accepting of a child free life. And then something happens, and I am not. Frustrating.
Perspective on the news matters. I read news sites that present a different spin to the main news media in Australia. I have a co-worker whose husband is a police officer. She tends to be on the side of law enforcement. Ok no surprise there, but I read the news stories about the less intelligent things that law enforcement does. Sometimes I point out the things that get missed in the other stories, but sometimes it is an argument not worth having.
I really don’t like it when the phrase ” if you have done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear” is trotted out about legislation or as an argument for greater police powers. Everyone has done something that can be misconstrued against them. Everyone. And to complacently allow your abilities to argue against greater invasions of privacy and rights is just so frustrating.
I am having a very forgetty week. Really simple things just slip my mind. I think I need to have a quiet peaceful few days.
An old friend from soccer has asked me if I want to play at the masters. I have done it before, but that was before my soccer club forgot I existed. And I am very out of condition. I do miss soccer, miss the joy of playing, but I hate playing out of shape. And out of practice. Maybe I should be looking for a futsal competition instead.
I am frustrated with Australia, but the US and UK ( our most viable options) are not awesome either. At least some of the things I find frustrating here will exist there and there are other factors. I like having a pretty much standard 4 weeks of holiday a year. Small, but important.
Sometimes though I am amazed and gobsmacked by the fact that we (well some of us) live in societies that have managed to put in place a system where we can vote in a different government every few years and the party in power just steps aside. For much of human history, and for most people this is not the case. People in power don’t like to give it.
I am also amazed that we managed to live with multiple religions and that there is no direct involvement of religion in our day to day governing. Another thing that is out of sync with so much of history. And yet, for those of us who live in these societies, this is totally normal. We can barely understand the meaning of a society and government that is tied to religion.where those who set the religious rules are also setting the rules for living over all. For those of us who live among variations of various religions it is equally hard to envision why each sect would struggle against the others. Why? It’s not something we ever discussed in any of my school history classes. I cannot remember what made me realise that for a group that believes they must follow strict rules for salvation, the existence of a similar but not exactly the same group is a real threat. What if you need to put your hat on before your shoes instead of the other way round to ensure salvation. Such a small, but important detail. I find it interesting, but it would have been/is a matter of eternal life or death. How do we cope with this every day? The confusion of different beliefs, that we can still balance.
Last weekend was a crafty and creative weekend for me.
On Saturday, Elle came over and we went shopping. First to reverse garbage, which is a store which gets donations of all sorts of stuff. I had a mission, they had some computer cases, some motherboards and some gaming screens. I snagged one of each for G. That will be a project for him at some point. I also bought a plywood and metal box. Perfect storage, and it can be decorated at some point. There are always so many potential projects and ideas there.
We were meant to go to Voodoo Rabbit, but they were closed due to illness. So Elle introduced me to a new (to me) liquidators store. Loads of fabrics, threads and various trims. I managed to walk out with very little, but it’s on my radar now.
Then back home and working on hand projects. Elle was joining hexes for a quilt, and is worked on my owl. Slow going.
There is one section that looks ok from a distance, but terrible in a close up
On Sunday, I tested out a design for alien face makeup. This was achieved entirely with actual makeup, no specialised face paint.
I will be playing more with this.
In the evening I made cupcakes
I usually don’t do pretty frosting, so this was an interesting experience.
I also made some no egg cupcakes. These did not get the fancy frosting treatment
Distracted from writing by watching Utopia. If you have ever worked on a project it is a pretty good representation of office politics. Very amusing, if occasionally hard to watch ( so reminiscent of experienced situations )
Busy day at work, trying to finish up document reviews and answer questions about things I told people about a year ago.
It’s very frustrating that pregnancy symptoms are the same as the two week wait. Sigh. And my cycle seems to be stuck at 32 days.
I need new running shoes ( walking shoes?). I can feel the heel support going.
Watching a show about reality TV shows. The only one I really want to be on is the amazing race, but I can’t do it with my husband because he doesnt have a US passport