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My week . . .
Jun. 13th, 2003 07:24 pmSo, I haven't checked my friends list in one week. I'm at skip 315. I'm only back to Tuesday.
Random things I wanted to talk about during the week
Saturday: Moving. Again. Lovely new shiny place which I get to decorate any which way I want! Can't find anything though. Big dinner at the Brekkie Creek Hotel where they served Scotch Rolls rather than dinner rolls. I'm such a Bread Bitch.
Sunday: Find the oldest clothes handy and walk the half hour walk to work. Scrape some dirt from various walls and ledges and then some more. My hands hate me. My grandmother takes me and my microwave home . . .
Monday: Feeling rather ill with a stomach bug but cheered by the thought of double time and half pay. Do five hours of cleaning so as to not contaminate the customers. Walk home via the brook way - which is very pretty. Fall asleep during Buffy, only to be woken at 11pm by work - asking me to come in at 5.30am. Curse, then get ready for the next day.
Tuesday: Awake at 4.10am. Walking to work by 4.55am. Can't open the registers. Cold, tired and sore. Swearing never to be conned into it again. Boss arrives at 7am and open register. Hallelujah. Lizbee arrives at 10am. I fall asleep when boss leaves. Drag my sorry excuse for a body home at 1pm. Get home by 2pm. (Swear the walk was only half an hour in the morning). Parents bring me the rest of my belongings messing up my new clean place. I meet some of the neighbours. The phone that should have been connected by now is not!
Wednesday: Wake relatively late. (7am) Get phone call from co worker at 8am asking me to work. I beg it off because I really need to get things done so I can have lovely free day on Thursday. Go to the shops, buy some things. Co worker rings back at 10am, very sick and close to tears and I agree to do her shift. Day effectively wiped out and later destroyed over the State of Origin.
Thursday: Nice easy day gone. I fill in evil centrelink forms, ring the bank for my balance (whee! pay!) take the bus over to Toombul. Shop a little, go to the bank to change details, change my voting details. Go to centrelink (gag). Take train into the city to pick up three bus timetables. Come home for a bit. Make myself look pretty. Go to Liz's wonderful birthday dinner. Come home. Write a little. Go to bed.
Friday (today): woke late (6.30am), cleaned my apartment. Cleaned it again. Ate breakfast. Did some more cleaning. Watched some videos and cleaned a little more. Dad picked me up, we came home and I taught almost full classes of dancing!
Random other things
-The senior ballet girls and myself are doing a very hard ballet dance to Jeff Buckley's hallelujah. It's going to look amaking when it's done.
-I hate grease
-Tomato pies are yum.
-I'm not sure when I'll be back online. We should have a phone by Wednesday, but a computer could take longer . . .
Random things I wanted to talk about during the week
Saturday: Moving. Again. Lovely new shiny place which I get to decorate any which way I want! Can't find anything though. Big dinner at the Brekkie Creek Hotel where they served Scotch Rolls rather than dinner rolls. I'm such a Bread Bitch.
Sunday: Find the oldest clothes handy and walk the half hour walk to work. Scrape some dirt from various walls and ledges and then some more. My hands hate me. My grandmother takes me and my microwave home . . .
Monday: Feeling rather ill with a stomach bug but cheered by the thought of double time and half pay. Do five hours of cleaning so as to not contaminate the customers. Walk home via the brook way - which is very pretty. Fall asleep during Buffy, only to be woken at 11pm by work - asking me to come in at 5.30am. Curse, then get ready for the next day.
Tuesday: Awake at 4.10am. Walking to work by 4.55am. Can't open the registers. Cold, tired and sore. Swearing never to be conned into it again. Boss arrives at 7am and open register. Hallelujah. Lizbee arrives at 10am. I fall asleep when boss leaves. Drag my sorry excuse for a body home at 1pm. Get home by 2pm. (Swear the walk was only half an hour in the morning). Parents bring me the rest of my belongings messing up my new clean place. I meet some of the neighbours. The phone that should have been connected by now is not!
Wednesday: Wake relatively late. (7am) Get phone call from co worker at 8am asking me to work. I beg it off because I really need to get things done so I can have lovely free day on Thursday. Go to the shops, buy some things. Co worker rings back at 10am, very sick and close to tears and I agree to do her shift. Day effectively wiped out and later destroyed over the State of Origin.
Thursday: Nice easy day gone. I fill in evil centrelink forms, ring the bank for my balance (whee! pay!) take the bus over to Toombul. Shop a little, go to the bank to change details, change my voting details. Go to centrelink (gag). Take train into the city to pick up three bus timetables. Come home for a bit. Make myself look pretty. Go to Liz's wonderful birthday dinner. Come home. Write a little. Go to bed.
Friday (today): woke late (6.30am), cleaned my apartment. Cleaned it again. Ate breakfast. Did some more cleaning. Watched some videos and cleaned a little more. Dad picked me up, we came home and I taught almost full classes of dancing!
Random other things
-The senior ballet girls and myself are doing a very hard ballet dance to Jeff Buckley's hallelujah. It's going to look amaking when it's done.
-I hate grease
-Tomato pies are yum.
-I'm not sure when I'll be back online. We should have a phone by Wednesday, but a computer could take longer . . .
