A Murderous Serpent
29/12/2009 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie will be ever so glad to see the tail end of December. It's been the month from hell when it should have been pretty good indeed.
The weather has turned troppo since yesterday afternoon. The serpent was already seriously cranky without this added irritation
The 39.6 sizzler wasn't the killer. Was sitting outside in the shade quite happily listening to a story on Radio National about Adam Smith. It was the brooding storm clouds later that afternoon and the onset of hot horrid humid stickiness that was the last straw
Snoozed for two hours or so and was still tired. Got started on the serpent sty of a room and made pretty good progress. Was supposed to have finished sorting it out by the end of this month not just beginning. But the excuse always was that there's actually no space to put all those piles of books, art and craft supplies and munchies. But a bit of lateral thinking and better use of available space solved some of those problems
If it hadn't been so hot, would have gone into the city in the afternoon to get a new watch. The old one died some time between 6 and 7pm on Christmas Eve. Such perfect timing. Between Christmas, work and all those public holidays, had to go without for 4 days. It was almost like being missing an arm even though today was the only day catching a bus and stuff where it really is indispensable
Just another item to add to the avalanche of chaos that has been the last few weeks
Would have been perfectly happy to spend the afternoon snoozing like yesterday after sorting out all those phone calls concerning the gas and house insurance. But this was the first opportunity to go to the city to find a watch and tomorrow would be too busy for such trivia
It was hot as hell - all stinking and sticky and the city was infested with humans - all at the post Christmas summer sales
Was ever so glad to have organized a pre-emptive strike for the one sale that mattered and tomorrow will be pottering off to pick up our very precioussssss prize
Had already been in a murderous mood from work this morning. The low life scum were too cheap to put on any cleaners, laundry or maintenance for the whole 4 days of Christmas so much of the morning was wasted running around trying to find clothes and various supplies along with doing the regular work
And then Izzie got allocated the awful job of feeding the slobbering zombie which takes between 20-30 mins.
This evil creature is worthy of whole bunch of posts and she and her pathetic plastic family will be getting starring roles in Izzie's next nano novel.
If life throws you lemons, then make lemonade
The special attention paid to the slobbering zombie and part time vampire and banshee is indicative of the pathetic litigacious arse covering culture of this place.
The unofficial company policy used to be that the cry baby gets the milk. Now they are getting the cream too and she and her freaky family are the living incarnation of this policy
Luckily the Cheshire Rat is presently on holidays. Barely 6 months in the door and she's already dossing. Seeing her stupid sneering smirk would have been just too much especially after certain things she did last week that could only be described as criminal negligence and hypocrisy of the worst kind
Will be needing to find some loose leaf kind of notebook to keep notes of all these critters and their immortal lines. Turning the whole thing into some sort of observation or anthropological study by some impartial Martian makes it somewhat more tolerable
After finishing at 1.30pm tomorrow, will not be back again until next year. Sunday to be exact.
Saturday 2nd is the serpent birthday so requested the day off ages ago. So 3 days should be enough to restore the seriously depleted energy shields
Got some serious catching up to do in Cyberia. Annual posts, back ups and that kind of thing.
Here's hoping we can snap out of this murderous mood. Hatred is toxic and stupid and very very tiring. But since when can you combat emotions with reason?
The weather has turned troppo since yesterday afternoon. The serpent was already seriously cranky without this added irritation
The 39.6 sizzler wasn't the killer. Was sitting outside in the shade quite happily listening to a story on Radio National about Adam Smith. It was the brooding storm clouds later that afternoon and the onset of hot horrid humid stickiness that was the last straw
Snoozed for two hours or so and was still tired. Got started on the serpent sty of a room and made pretty good progress. Was supposed to have finished sorting it out by the end of this month not just beginning. But the excuse always was that there's actually no space to put all those piles of books, art and craft supplies and munchies. But a bit of lateral thinking and better use of available space solved some of those problems
If it hadn't been so hot, would have gone into the city in the afternoon to get a new watch. The old one died some time between 6 and 7pm on Christmas Eve. Such perfect timing. Between Christmas, work and all those public holidays, had to go without for 4 days. It was almost like being missing an arm even though today was the only day catching a bus and stuff where it really is indispensable
Just another item to add to the avalanche of chaos that has been the last few weeks
Would have been perfectly happy to spend the afternoon snoozing like yesterday after sorting out all those phone calls concerning the gas and house insurance. But this was the first opportunity to go to the city to find a watch and tomorrow would be too busy for such trivia
It was hot as hell - all stinking and sticky and the city was infested with humans - all at the post Christmas summer sales
Was ever so glad to have organized a pre-emptive strike for the one sale that mattered and tomorrow will be pottering off to pick up our very precioussssss prize
Had already been in a murderous mood from work this morning. The low life scum were too cheap to put on any cleaners, laundry or maintenance for the whole 4 days of Christmas so much of the morning was wasted running around trying to find clothes and various supplies along with doing the regular work
And then Izzie got allocated the awful job of feeding the slobbering zombie which takes between 20-30 mins.
This evil creature is worthy of whole bunch of posts and she and her pathetic plastic family will be getting starring roles in Izzie's next nano novel.
If life throws you lemons, then make lemonade
The special attention paid to the slobbering zombie and part time vampire and banshee is indicative of the pathetic litigacious arse covering culture of this place.
The unofficial company policy used to be that the cry baby gets the milk. Now they are getting the cream too and she and her freaky family are the living incarnation of this policy
Luckily the Cheshire Rat is presently on holidays. Barely 6 months in the door and she's already dossing. Seeing her stupid sneering smirk would have been just too much especially after certain things she did last week that could only be described as criminal negligence and hypocrisy of the worst kind
Will be needing to find some loose leaf kind of notebook to keep notes of all these critters and their immortal lines. Turning the whole thing into some sort of observation or anthropological study by some impartial Martian makes it somewhat more tolerable
After finishing at 1.30pm tomorrow, will not be back again until next year. Sunday to be exact.
Saturday 2nd is the serpent birthday so requested the day off ages ago. So 3 days should be enough to restore the seriously depleted energy shields
Got some serious catching up to do in Cyberia. Annual posts, back ups and that kind of thing.
Here's hoping we can snap out of this murderous mood. Hatred is toxic and stupid and very very tiring. But since when can you combat emotions with reason?
