Ant In My Tea

It's been quite a big week this week. Not a tear your hair out kind of week. Not a get wasted every night kind of week. Just a big week of work. The fact that I had a bit of a relapse and have felt like death warmed up hasn't exactly helped. The fact that there are a lot of people out there who feel exactly the same way that I do hasn't helped much either. It's been a shit week, but it's over now, and I am thankful for that.

So the director at work, Louise, is away at the moment. She is in New York for her cousin's wedding, then she is heading over to the UK for some sightseeing with her mum. It should be a good trip. I've been left in charge, which is very exciting. Well, not really. It's not very exciting, it's pretty much business as usual. Except I haven't got someone else to help with the boring stuff like answering the phones. So it's been an interesting week, and I have found it difficult on occasion to have the time to do everything. The afternoons, in particular, can find me trying to be in a couple of different places at once. The fact that I lost my phone over the weekend certainly hasn't helped.

But now the week is over, I am feeling much better and a new phone is in the post. Next week will be a much better week.

I'm now living in someone else's house again. It's on Stanley st this time, next to the house that I was in last time. It's a bigger house than the last one, and most would say that it's a nicer house, but I kind of prefer the other one. Sure, it was cold, had no bench space and you could hear everything that was happening in the housing commission flats across the road, but I liked it. It had a certain charm.

This place has charm, it's just that I am yet to find it. We're looking after a dog here. Her name is Jess. She is really friendly and has lots of energy. She is sort of a replacement child for the couple whose house it is. She's a bitsa and Ria and I are both fairly sure there is some dingo in her somewhere. She has that dingo look, and that dingo walk. She's a very bright girl, and pretty well behaved. It's just that she leaves a lot of hair everywhere, and I'm constantly worried that I'm not doing enough with her.

There is some other cool stuff here in the house. There's a pool table. There's a nice barbecue area. There's a projection screen television. There's a pinball machine. There's a bar. The kitchen is fairly modern, and Ria and I have our own room downstairs. It's just not the same. Maybe it's just that I haven't gotten used to it yet. Maybe it's just that I've been too busy to enjoy it properly yet. Maybe it's just that I'm a whinger. Whatever. I'm sure that I will change my tune.

I've been pretty bummed about losing my phone. I've been a bit lost without it. The new one is on it's way, and once it arrives I'll have to get a new sim and things, but finding all those old numbers is going to be a pain. I feel that some of them may be gone forever. And all the photos. There were some sweet photos on there. Lots of them are here on the blog, but there were lots that never made it up here, and that makes me sad.

Another thing that has been making me sad recently is that this weekend is the one year anniversary of my mother's death. Everytime I think about it I start tearing up. It's not that I feel down about it or anything, it's just when I remember it I feel sad. I guess I just really miss her and realise that she won't be coming back. This makes me sad.

It's pretty bad. Last night I was watching the news, and there was the story about how the Labor party has been going to the senior's homes and putting on shows for them, followed by a half hour of political grand standing. There were these two little old ladies on the screen, sitting side by side, and I don't know what it was about them, but just the vision of them sitting there was enough to get the tears going. Ria had some friends upstairs, and I was worried that they'd come down and find me watching the news with tears coming down my face. It didn't happen, but it would have been a bit weird.

I originally thought that this was going to be a pretty quiet weekend. Just hanging out with Ria and going for a row on Sunday morning down the coast. That all changed with one phone call yesterday. I was at work, during the afternoon rush, when somebody came and told me that my grandmother was on the phone. She was ringing to inform me that there was a working bee and a dinner at her house this Saturday. Then I found out that there was a party that I will be going to on Saturday night. All of a sudden a relaxing weekend of nothing has gone down the drain. Oh well. It'll probably be for the best. I don't think that I'll be drinking though. I don't think that I'll be drinking for a while. Last weekend has sorted me out for a while.