I just got a phone call on my mobile from a number I recognised as our Reception at HQ, my old office which is a separate location to where I am currently. It was a young lady from "Reception" saying there is a box waiting to be picked up from Rolls that has just been delivered by Courier..
Me: Oh, that is for East, it needs to come over here because that is where I work now.
Reception Chick (RC): Well do you want me to leave it here for you to pick up?
Me: Yes could you please leave it there and I'll pick it up after hours.
RC: Yes, no problems.
Me to our Admin Helen: Helen, Reception have a box of stuff from Rolls that I have to go pick up.
Helen: What? It annoys me that they do that.. The box says "East" they should deliver it here, I am sick of them doing that. I am ringing Reception to tell them off for not getting the courier to deliver it here.
Helen then proceeds to call HQ Reception and tell them off.. They deny all knowledge of the phone call to me OR the parcel.
*insert confusion*
Discussion ensues as to who actually called me. I am certain it was the new chick from Reception because the phone call has come from her extension and she doesn't know me.
I ring Reception and go OFF at our head receptionist Ruth declaring the new receptionist a "Ditzy Broad" if she cannot remember that it was me that she rang and that there was a parcel there for me. I go off my nut at Ruth asking her "do I sound pissed off? because I am!". Ruth transfers me to RC who still declares that she knows nothing of this parcel (this is where I begin to think it's a G up).. THEN I had a thought… What if it was reception here at East?
Our other Officer Donna goes out to Reception here at East and lo and behold there is a box there for me!
DOH!
The whole office goes off…. Laughing so damned hard…
I ring Reception at HQ and eat humble pie.. and lots of it…..
Who's the Ditzy Broad? I AM!!!!!!!!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Art at Hogs Breath...
One evening K1, K2 and I went to dinner at Hogs Breath.
The previous occupants of our table had left us some beautiful art work. We took the liberty of judging said art work, and I thought I'd share it with you, my readers.
I hope you enjoy.
:)
The previous occupants of our table had left us some beautiful art work. We took the liberty of judging said art work, and I thought I'd share it with you, my readers.
I hope you enjoy.
Cause that's the way she rolls.....
It's warm today..
Gidget has just finished teaching her tail a lesson for obviously offending her.. I did try and point out to her that it was attached to her but I assume that makes no difference what so ever.
Right now she is asleep with her arse in the air.. I am not sure how that can be comfortable, but apparently it is.. This is how she rolls...
New Years Resolution 2011
I don't know why I am blogging this.. But all I have is words right now.
I don't really have a resolution. I will probably just bumble along this year like I have every other year, regardless.
Right now I am watching "The Bucket List".. Should I be writing a bucket list? Nah, I'm going to be just fine.
That being said, I am going to get my arse into gear this year, I am going
Morgan Freeman's character "Carter" started the following:
1. Witness something truly majestic
2. Help a complete stranger for the good.
3. Laugh until I cry
4. Drive a Shelby Mustang
5. Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world
6. Get a tattoo
I might start a little closer to home...
1. Sort my shit out
2. Be a good girl
I think that will do for the time being... If I think of anything else I'll blog it.
In the mean time.. The cogs will continue to turn, I will continue to go to work and come home and try and sleep..
I don't really have a resolution. I will probably just bumble along this year like I have every other year, regardless.
Right now I am watching "The Bucket List".. Should I be writing a bucket list? Nah, I'm going to be just fine.
That being said, I am going to get my arse into gear this year, I am going
Morgan Freeman's character "Carter" started the following:
1. Witness something truly majestic
2. Help a complete stranger for the good.
3. Laugh until I cry
4. Drive a Shelby Mustang
5. Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world
6. Get a tattoo
I might start a little closer to home...
1. Sort my shit out
2. Be a good girl
I think that will do for the time being... If I think of anything else I'll blog it.
In the mean time.. The cogs will continue to turn, I will continue to go to work and come home and try and sleep..
Saturday, January 8, 2011
A morning with the Vet
This morning I bundled the girls into the car and went off to the RSPCA for our 1030 appointment.
The lead up to this was the last time I took the girls to their vet she told me that Cali (8yrs) has bad teeth and needed a few removed and it would cost just over $300. Whilst I had no issues with spending that kind of $$ on the girls health, I did think that I needed a second opinion.. Plus I thought, if I am going to be spending that PLUS what it would cost to have Gidget's teeth scaled as well (estimating $500) I would rather spend it at the RSPCA Vet Clinic so that money was actually going to a good cause..
Anyway I get there 20 minutes early, their computer system is down, so they do the paperwork quickly and efficiently advise me to take a seat and I had just got comfortable when our names were called.
First up is The Gidget. She was clearly scared because the last time she was there she had a little operation. Regardless, she said a few swear words to the doctor who just laughed.. But she soon settled down and was very very well behaved..
There was no anesthetic, the Dr just got some kind of implement that looked like scissors and cracked the tartar off the teeth.. They bled a bit the poor little munchkins, but I’d say she has done it a few times.
Cali was very quiet and well behaved even if she did make it exceptionally difficult for me to get her out of her cage by squeezing her cute fat arse right into a corner in her large cage lol.. she is such a wombat.
The RSPCA Vet assures me that Cali's teeth aren't that bad and she didn't think they needed removing she scraped the plaque off both of their teeth and sent me home telling me to feed them more kibble and a $50 bill which I was very happy with.
I am glad that all ended well, I saved a lot of money and am so thankful that I was given some good advice from someone I respect, I am glad I listened. I will certainly be heading back to the RSPCA for anything major.. I was very impressed with how quickly I was seen to.. The Doctor even told me that I was a good “holder” as in I held the girls well so that she would open their mouths and tend to them.. I am such a good mummy!!!!
The only down side of the whole day was that I got the silent treatment on the way home but when I stopped at red rooster and got them some chicken I think I was forgiven (they’re not spoilt, I swear!)..
The lead up to this was the last time I took the girls to their vet she told me that Cali (8yrs) has bad teeth and needed a few removed and it would cost just over $300. Whilst I had no issues with spending that kind of $$ on the girls health, I did think that I needed a second opinion.. Plus I thought, if I am going to be spending that PLUS what it would cost to have Gidget's teeth scaled as well (estimating $500) I would rather spend it at the RSPCA Vet Clinic so that money was actually going to a good cause..
Anyway I get there 20 minutes early, their computer system is down, so they do the paperwork quickly and efficiently advise me to take a seat and I had just got comfortable when our names were called.
First up is The Gidget. She was clearly scared because the last time she was there she had a little operation. Regardless, she said a few swear words to the doctor who just laughed.. But she soon settled down and was very very well behaved..
There was no anesthetic, the Dr just got some kind of implement that looked like scissors and cracked the tartar off the teeth.. They bled a bit the poor little munchkins, but I’d say she has done it a few times.
Cali was very quiet and well behaved even if she did make it exceptionally difficult for me to get her out of her cage by squeezing her cute fat arse right into a corner in her large cage lol.. she is such a wombat.
The RSPCA Vet assures me that Cali's teeth aren't that bad and she didn't think they needed removing she scraped the plaque off both of their teeth and sent me home telling me to feed them more kibble and a $50 bill which I was very happy with.
I am glad that all ended well, I saved a lot of money and am so thankful that I was given some good advice from someone I respect, I am glad I listened. I will certainly be heading back to the RSPCA for anything major.. I was very impressed with how quickly I was seen to.. The Doctor even told me that I was a good “holder” as in I held the girls well so that she would open their mouths and tend to them.. I am such a good mummy!!!!
The only down side of the whole day was that I got the silent treatment on the way home but when I stopped at red rooster and got them some chicken I think I was forgiven (they’re not spoilt, I swear!)..
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Mick Molloy...
Lord only knows why, but for as long as I can remember I have had the HOTS for Mick Molloy..
If I had the forethought I would even laminate a poster of Mick and put it on the ceiling above my bed, but that would be creapy wouldn't it? Yes, I agree, very creapy..
I make it perfectly clear to partners that should Mick knock on the front door I'd dump them in a flash.
I often fantasise that I open the door to find Mick dressed only in a pair of red lollybags.
I would like to take this opportunity to state that I am not a weirdo, nor a possessed stalker fan.. But I just thought it was time to air my dirty secret. It's out now, I feel cleansed..
But I do love Mick Molloy <3
If I had the forethought I would even laminate a poster of Mick and put it on the ceiling above my bed, but that would be creapy wouldn't it? Yes, I agree, very creapy..
I make it perfectly clear to partners that should Mick knock on the front door I'd dump them in a flash.
I often fantasise that I open the door to find Mick dressed only in a pair of red lollybags.
I would like to take this opportunity to state that I am not a weirdo, nor a possessed stalker fan.. But I just thought it was time to air my dirty secret. It's out now, I feel cleansed..
But I do love Mick Molloy <3
How to loose your shit in 5 seconds.....
My beautiful sister (K1) is staying with me for a few days while she is on holidays. We have been shopping till we drop and having some one on one bonding time, which to be honest we don't really get much of a chance to do considering we live 3 hours apart.
In addition to K1 being here, I also have housemate K2. I refer to them as K1 and K2 to protect the innocent and because they are like the B1 and B2 Banana's in Pajama's sans costumes (pajama's essential in the house though)....
The two of them together make for a fun time because they bounce off each other with comical conversations and witty banter which ends up with uncontrollable laughter and giggling, I won't mention the singing cause that's just going overboard.
Last night while sitting at the dining table after dining on Moroccan Lamb, veg and couscous which started off in the Tajine that K1 bought be for Christmas but it died (literally snapped in half on the stove).
K2 was standing in the dining room with her work belt around her neck.. K1 queried if K2 had been a dog in a previous life as she was wearing her belt like a collar. K2 laughed and there was banter back and forth with dog puns etc. K1 mentioned that she was a dog in a previous life and had been mistreated and invited K2 to feel the side of her neck because she still has the marks...
At this point, I literally loose my shit, because I know what is going to happen next.
I have a glass to lemon, lime and bitters up to my mouth and it goes everywhere as I quite literally explode with laughter, uncontrollable laughter, volcanious laughter... I cannot explain it any other way.
I was laughing so hard I had issues deciding whether to concentrate on standing or breathing, I wasn't even sure what my priority should be, stand? sit? breathe? vomit?
I was laughing so hard I was crying.
I was laughing so hard I thought my ribs were going to break.
I was laughing so hard I had no control over my bodily functions, I was drooling, crying, there may or may not have been snot involved I cannot remember... Fortunately I didn't get to the stage of "loosing my shit" but I was so damned close it wasn't funny.
I was laughing so hard I had no recollection of what I was doing, apart from I knew I had to get up to breathe, to go to the bathroom and get a towel, however when I did get my fat arse off the chair, I staggered like a drunkard, like I had just feasted on 6 bottles of red wine, staggering, clutching at chairs, running into tables..
I managed to stagger down the hallway, tears blinding me, ribs killing, the sounds of laughter from K1 and K2 following me and making me laugh even more.. I had a mission to get a towel to mop up the drool. One mission.. One mission only..
I remember hearing K1 finish the story about the dog collar. K2 falls for K1's joke and feels K1's neck at which point K1 growls and tries to bite K2, this in turn makes K2 squeal like a girl followed by more laughter from both of them. At this point, I loose my shit again..
For the love of God, I have no idea what I thought was so damned funny, or why that joke pushed me so far into pain and suffering from laughter, but I am paying for it now.
In addition to K1 being here, I also have housemate K2. I refer to them as K1 and K2 to protect the innocent and because they are like the B1 and B2 Banana's in Pajama's sans costumes (pajama's essential in the house though)....
The two of them together make for a fun time because they bounce off each other with comical conversations and witty banter which ends up with uncontrollable laughter and giggling, I won't mention the singing cause that's just going overboard.
Last night while sitting at the dining table after dining on Moroccan Lamb, veg and couscous which started off in the Tajine that K1 bought be for Christmas but it died (literally snapped in half on the stove).
K2 was standing in the dining room with her work belt around her neck.. K1 queried if K2 had been a dog in a previous life as she was wearing her belt like a collar. K2 laughed and there was banter back and forth with dog puns etc. K1 mentioned that she was a dog in a previous life and had been mistreated and invited K2 to feel the side of her neck because she still has the marks...
At this point, I literally loose my shit, because I know what is going to happen next.
I have a glass to lemon, lime and bitters up to my mouth and it goes everywhere as I quite literally explode with laughter, uncontrollable laughter, volcanious laughter... I cannot explain it any other way.
I was laughing so hard I had issues deciding whether to concentrate on standing or breathing, I wasn't even sure what my priority should be, stand? sit? breathe? vomit?
I was laughing so hard I was crying.
I was laughing so hard I thought my ribs were going to break.
I was laughing so hard I had no control over my bodily functions, I was drooling, crying, there may or may not have been snot involved I cannot remember... Fortunately I didn't get to the stage of "loosing my shit" but I was so damned close it wasn't funny.
I was laughing so hard I had no recollection of what I was doing, apart from I knew I had to get up to breathe, to go to the bathroom and get a towel, however when I did get my fat arse off the chair, I staggered like a drunkard, like I had just feasted on 6 bottles of red wine, staggering, clutching at chairs, running into tables..
I managed to stagger down the hallway, tears blinding me, ribs killing, the sounds of laughter from K1 and K2 following me and making me laugh even more.. I had a mission to get a towel to mop up the drool. One mission.. One mission only..
I remember hearing K1 finish the story about the dog collar. K2 falls for K1's joke and feels K1's neck at which point K1 growls and tries to bite K2, this in turn makes K2 squeal like a girl followed by more laughter from both of them. At this point, I loose my shit again..
For the love of God, I have no idea what I thought was so damned funny, or why that joke pushed me so far into pain and suffering from laughter, but I am paying for it now.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Boris the Teddy Bear
This morning I woke up with a horrible feeling… I remembered Boris.
Boris was an old yellow teddy bear with a tartan bow around his neck that Jason has cherished since he was a child. He and Boris were pretty much inseparable. I woke up this morning thinking about Boris and wondering where he was. I hope that he wasn’t thrown out in the clean up of Jason's house.
So I rang his work colleague and I've left a message for his best mate Matt (who found Jason on Wednesday 8th December) to call me, because Boris really needs to go to Jason's mother or someone who would appreciate how valuable Boris is/was to Jason.
This morning has been a struggle. I can't let it go.. I can't delete his number from my phone just yet, I still live in hope that he will message me "Hi!".
Boris was an old yellow teddy bear with a tartan bow around his neck that Jason has cherished since he was a child. He and Boris were pretty much inseparable. I woke up this morning thinking about Boris and wondering where he was. I hope that he wasn’t thrown out in the clean up of Jason's house.
So I rang his work colleague and I've left a message for his best mate Matt (who found Jason on Wednesday 8th December) to call me, because Boris really needs to go to Jason's mother or someone who would appreciate how valuable Boris is/was to Jason.
This morning has been a struggle. I can't let it go.. I can't delete his number from my phone just yet, I still live in hope that he will message me "Hi!".
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