Monday, September 11, 2006

12:06:37 PM

I had a strange weekend. I picked the car up from Frank on Friday night, and ate with Tony. Then I slept-in on Saturday morning. In the afternoon I just pottered, and did a bit of shopping at Cardamone. I should have got stuff done, but I was just so very, very tired. Late in the evening I went to Tony’s and helped him get MYOB under control so that he can get his tax done. Actually, I’ll have to go back and do BAS statements with him before that, but, at least it’s started.

Sunday I slept in again, I spent the whole afternoon just pottering about, not getting a whole lot done until about 4pm when all the kids were out.

I found my PDA cradle, and my phone cable, and got them both synced with the computer for the first time for over a month. I also cleaned up my podcasts.

Then I cleaned up the kitchen, had a quiet dinner, and afterwards cleaned my room. It SO needed to be done weeks ago, but I have been struggling with the energy required. I was up way too late finishing it all off, but this morning my room was a relative pleasure to wake in.

As a consequence, I slept in again this morning – not disastrously, but enough to put some pressure on the morning. Then I ran out of petrol AGAIN on the Eastern Freeway, with the gauge saying I still had about 50km to go. I lost it, and burst into tears. I called Tony. He had taken Phillip & Keith to the airport this morning (Phillip has gone to the Gold Coast for a two week holiday), and he was still on the road when I called. So he very kindly got about 10litres of petrol and rescued me. I arrived at work an hour and a quarter late. So I’ll be here till 6pm every night this week. That means I’d better apologise my way out of tomorrow nights Feminist Forum – I wouldn’t get there before it finished.

That’ll do for the moment.

4:46:55 PM

The day has just flown by. I have done the best days actual work that I’ve done for weeks. I have written a discussion document revising the way we qualify management, and I have re-jigged the levels for just about everyone in line with the changes. Lots of writing, lots of data-fiddling. Nice day. Of course it could have been better – I could have got some actual work from RDDT, money could have fallen out of the sky…

I called Qantas and got the missing booking confirmation number for Phillip’s return flight, and sms’d it to him, with his departure details. He wrote back to say that he got drunk on the plane. I replied that I was disappointed in him, and worried. I asked him not to do it again. Some chance.

Sarah called – she has found a course she wants to do in Stage Management, and she discovered today that she worked with someone at the Rock Eisteddfod who is a friend of a senior person with that course. There is a chance she could get in next year instead of the year after. That would be fantastic for her. I’m pleased that she has found something she is really motivated to do.

I also found that I could induce most unpleasant headache-y type sensations by eating too much liquorice. Ouch. Cutting back, big time.