2004-06-01 - 10:29 a.m.
Fucking computer does not want to co-operate with me in any way, shape or form this morning so I’m sitting here typing this out on Word, probably the only program that hasn’t crashed on me yet. GRRR. I hate computers.
All the agents are out of the office, hurrah! And I’ve been busy the last few days, double hurrah! Even though it’s with stupid listings, which I despise processing. They’re just so…I dunno, fiddly. Much prefer processing contracts. Looks like my hard work and mere stress at just sitting here for hours on end is paying off, the company’s shouting us to Strawberry Fare. Yuuuum. I really shouldn’t go, I jumped on the scales (bad idea) and discovered I’d put on nearly two kilos. Then I cried, surprise surprise.
David being the sensitive new age man that he is, then decided we needed to bake cookies, which I consequently gorged on (and cried again after eating them. I’m surprised I don’t slit my wrists every time I put food in my mouth). Now I’ve just had a Crunchie Bar. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve spent $300 on a personal trainer just to go off the rails! My goal on Saturday was not to eat at all but of course that fell through the minute I got my lazy ass out of bed (at 3pm, haha)
I keep having very strange and very vivid dreams – and 90% of them result in me and David breaking up. But other dreams are the exact opposite or not relevant to that at all. One was where we were at my parents house and this huge package arrived, which turned out to be a beautiful wedding album (which I can still see in my mind and now want, lol) that Fiona had sent down from Wellington. It also had a card with it that spieled off about how proud she was that I was her daughter-in-law and that I’d make a fantastic wife for David.
Eeek. Strange, considering she doesn’t like me and all…
The dream I had last night involved me fishing, but this could be due to the fact that I was watching a great outdoors show on Sunday evening. Anyways, I was swimming in the ocean and I had a hook with a fish head on it which I kept throwing out to sea. Then a shark would grab it, I’d reel it in and then it would be about to bite me before I threw the fish away again. Weird.
I wonder if any of these dreams have any meaning at all. I’ve never had so much brain activity in my sleep in my entire life. In fact I never really used to dream at night. I mostly daydreamed during school. But I’m dreaming every night and I can usually always recall everything about them.
I think I’ll move on to other matters, otherwise this diary is going to get very repetitive. It’s the first of June today, which means we’re officially in Winter. Which sucks. I hate winter. I am so cold right now that I just went up and turned the heater on. Wish I’d turned it on two hours ago.
The whole thing with the staff here is being resolved, Mitch has realized that they really are spoilt brats who I run around after too much so he’s going to talk to them. The only reason they expect so much of me is because the last administrator here had a crush on the boss and waited on him hand and foot. It’s her fault they expect so much.
ARGHHHHH apparently I’ve done the duty roster wrong and I have to do it again! Do you know the migraines I got doing that bloody thing yesterday?! I can’t do anything right. For chrissakes, I’m only fucking human.
Woah that was a bit of work rage. Maybe I should go back to McDonald’s, despite my uniform infringement of wearing white socks I was pretty good at that. I sorta miss Macca’s, I guess what I miss is working with people my own age. All these people are about twice my age. I can’t relate to them on any level, not even on work. Sigh.
Plus my boss who once didn’t talk to me at all is now talking too much, including lovely detailed accounts of getting the boils on his hands and back singed off with nitrogen. I was nearly sick yesterday hearing that. Ever heard of a thing called overshare? That was it. Urgh. Plus I also have to nod and smile politely through his boring renditions of the latest Rotary Club meeting. No really, it’s a blast…not. I could fall asleep listening to him prattle on about it.
Hopefully my new phone will arrive today. If it doesn’t I may go crazy. It’s the only exciting thing in my life right now (although going on the plane to Wellington on Friday should be good too…I love planes!!!) I wanna take pxts and listen to the ringtones…I love ringtones. They’re so much fun. You’ve just got so much choice and some of them are so funky. Then again some of them are kinda crap but you win some you lose some I suppose.
WTF, I’m talking about ringtones. God I need help.
Today is the All Blacks trial game and I am wishing with all my heart and Cantabrian soul that Mehrts gets picked for the team tomorrow. He deserves it. Stupid wanker Robbie Deans hardly gave him any game play and when they really did need him he not only pulled through, but put his whole being into that one game. I love him so much.
I might go now. I’ve rambled enough and it’s pretty obvious I’m running out of things to say. I don’t even know what I’m going to title this entry but since I can’t even get into the website at the moment I suppose I’ve got a while to think about it.
