When I got back from Lysse’s I had to get ready to go out with another woman!

I had agreed to have some mysterious woman follow me around the shops as I tried to buy some new shoes.  She sounded nice enough on the phone, so I figured I wouldn’t be trailing some little old lady behind me the whole time.  Anyway, it turned out that Julie was nice.

Aside from having somebody ask you how you felt about things you never really thought about it was good fun.  We went looking for work shoes, but not before she had taken pictures of me, my boots, my shoes and the rest of my footwear range (which isn’t very big).  After that, we were off!  The sales girl that was helping me was a little worried about this person that was writing down everything I said or did.  When I looked at shoes, Julie recorded it, when I frowned at the sales girl, Julie recorded it, when I casually remarked that the chairs at the shoe shop were too low (’cos I’m 6′6″) she wrote that down too!  Corr!  Talk about lab-rat-itus.

Putting all that aside it was a fun two hours.  I tried on a heap of shoes, the sales girl kept bringing out more size 12’s and Julie happily asked me questions and recorded answers.  I think Julie has an interesting job.  Watching people for a living could be lots of fun, it certainly wouldn’t get boring.

Once I had my new shoes, Julie took me home.  That would be, Julie took me back to my house and then drove off, for those of you out there with weak and feeble minds that always tend towards the naughty.  Not that there is anything wrong with that!

I cooked/created a pork vindaloo for dinner.  It was great.  I am still living in fear of going to the toilet after that one.

Finished work early today.  At 14:45 I left the office.  When I got to my car, it was 2:45pm.  Oops, I must have missed that “1″ at the front there.  Oh well, nothing else for it but to go buy that phone I was looking at yesterday.

Bought the phone, a little blue Ericsson GF768, and went home to have a shower and get ready for movies tonight.  Rang Lysse and told her I would be coming down to Mandurah soon so she could get out of her pyjamas and get ready!  Sheesh, these uni students are SO slack!

Arrived around 6:00pm and proceeded to have dinner.  Sticky fried rice and satay mince.  It tasted better than it sounds!

Went to watch Rush Hour.  Lysse knew just about everyone in the cinema!  Talk about small town syndrome.  Anyway, the movie was great, very funny and very fast.  When we got home we collapsed into bed.

After work (which was reasonably uneventful) I went looking for phones.  Mobile phones, that is, the one I have at the moment is big, klunky and tends to turn itself off in the middle of calls.  Plus Atoning has a new one, so I want a new one too!

I went to three phone shops and they all had exactly the same thing, so after two hours of stuffing around I went home because I was so tired from work and shopping.  Oh yer, I bought half a chicken and a can of creamed corn (more on that later)

I didn’t buy a phone because there wasn’t any really good reason for me to buy one, plus if i turned up at Lysse’s with a new phone and then proceeded to tell her I had no money I may as well give some shiny new nails and a hammer (for my coffin, that would fit into the hole I had dug myself into).  Oh well, at least I looked.

Chicken and corn soup is SO easy to make.  For each person get:  Half a cooked chicken, one can of creamed corn.  You also need gas, a pot, water, a can opener and one of those flavour sachets from a 2 minute noodle pack (preferably a chicken one).  Right, put the flavouring into the pot, open the can with the can opener (you can just hit it with a hammer I suppose, but you’ll have to clean up afterwards) and put the yellow goo into the pot.  Now rip the chicken apart with your (freshly washed) hands, avoid getting any on the walls, pull the chicken meat apart into small bits, don’t include bones.  Put the pile of chicken into the pot with the corn.  Add some water, say, half a can (you might have to pull the can out of the bin at this stage).  Stir (oops, you need a spoon as well) in all the stuff in the pot, gently!  Don’t blend it just yet.  Then take your (sorry) barmixer/vitamiser/ mobile blender and puree the mixture, have fun, but not so much that you end up with nothing in the pot.  Then heat SLOWLY until it boils a bit.  Then I just server it up, with some bread and it’s great!  This one doesn’t store too well though, not sure why, it just goes chunky/lumpy in the fridge, not to worry though, there usually isn’t any left over when I’m around!

After a sleepless night I woke and readied myself for this morning’s battle.  With mobile phone in one hand and rent contracts in the other I faced off against the evil Ray White real estate whore-house.  Half an hour later, they opened.  Typical, does no one in this god forsaken town get up in the mornings?

After talking (in a VERY nice, civil voice) to the first person, I was referred onto the second (funny that).  Person #2 then proceeded to record details until her overseer entered.  I was then referred to afore said overseer.  Overseer proceeded to tell me I was wrong wrong wrong.  To which I replied, “I thought this might happen, so I brought the lease contract”.
“Oh”, he said.
“Yes”, I said, somewhat smugly.  From this point on I started to have a good day.  Marvellous what you can do with somebody else’s signature, isn’t it?

With that skirmish ended, Ben the Bastard mounted his trusty (rusty?) steed and powered off into the distant in a cloud of dirt (and smoke).  Onto the next castle, to meet with Queen Hypatia and her fool.

Things were almost quiet at work when I got there…  some thing’s wrong.  Ahh that’s better, Tas has arrived, with his usual bundle of things he has broken since yesterday.  I suppose whirling around like that all the time will eventually cause SOMETHING some damage.

After that, things got decidedly worse.  Clients, gerbils, phone calls, installations, problems, pick ups, drop offs, you name it, it happened.  I even think the secretary was shot!  (I’m not kidding!  She disappeared before lunch and has left for an unspecified duration).  WHAT A DAY!!!

Home latish, found some problems with my accounting ability, I seem to have forgotten to get $1000 off someone.  Silly me, my life must be far too exciting!  Half a (dead) baby lamb for dinner, side order of vegies, no pepper sauce thanks.  All done by 9:00pm!  I’ll get around to the dishes in a while.  I promise!

Bonus work day today!  Lucky little old (Hey!) me.

Wasn’t too bad really, for a slack day.  I have never had so much to do in so little time in my life!  I’ll spare you the details, largely ‘because I have forgotten exactly what I did due to the ‘no time to think’ virus I caught.

Dinner was some kind of half-arsed assortment of pasta sauce and fresh pasta heaped together with lots of Italian dressing (full of oil and cholesterol) which hit the spot nicely.

Hey, this could have been the longest day for me, but it’s pretty damn short it you take out the work part.  Sigh, I guess you are meant to realise that AFTER you have retired, eh?

ARGH!  Just read my mail.  I have been sent a “Notice of termination of lease due to late rent payment” notice.  I’m being EVICTED!  Hey, that’s not right!  I’m meant to be one of their best renters; a wonderful person, that keeps the house clean and tidy at all times.  LK#H%OI$*WYTHP*ASHF_($W*H!!!! Yes! You heard me: LK#H%OI$*WYTHP*ASHF_($W*H!!!!  Tomorrow I dine on sautéed Estate Agent’s Buttock.  Bastards!

Gonna take a look at some cars today anyway.

But first, I’m going to see if I willbe able to insure the cars that I look at.  No point buying something I can’t drive for fear of crashing.  Not that I plan to crash it, but just in case I get the urge…

$1000, $1500, $2000, $500 per annum depending on where I go, and what I use the car for (business use, that is, not for using it to hammer nails into low fences or anything challenging like that).  Well, that’s not too bad I suppose, it IS, after all, just for me, not more hiding behind the ‘named driver’ section of Mum’s insurance.  Sigh.

Ok, so I am in the car yard…  I looked at the (1991) Astina, it suck’s it just like my (83) laser, but with a paint job.  So I peruse the yard…. ooooer, that looks funky.  A lonely NX Coupe (1991) is just sitting there, well lounging really - the car doesn’t look too uptight about who it is - and I think to myself, “Groovy”.

Alas, I went for a drive in it.  I want it.  Help me.

Checked insurance for it (only one quote) $1500 pa.  Not bad really, considering this car looks (and feels) a hell of a lot better than the crappy (compared to this car) old Astina.  Hmmm they ‘only’ want $17000 for it.  ‘only’.  Bugger, bugger, bugger, I should never have gone for the drive!

Later, back at the house, I look in the paper for NX Coupes.  Oooer a 1993 model for $15000… $15000? Hey, what’s going on…  So I rang the insurance place that will tell you the market value… for a 1991 NX Coupe market value is $12-$14k, but don’t take that as a final value, Sunny Jim.  Well, DURR, if it’s got extras it’s going to be more expensive, of course!  but this one I saw didn’t have any extras… unless scratches and holes in places have become hip???

I’ll have to think about that…  next Saturday I think I may go on another foray into the dark caverns of the car yard people.  After I buy my shoes (more on this later, oooooer a teaser!)

Finished off the rest of the videos; Red Dwarf, Red Dwarf and Red Dwarf.  Hey, we like RD.  Lysse has a special affinity for one of the cast.  not telling who <grin>.

Vegged out, slacked off and generally had a good Sunday.  Can’t remember too much of what we did today, but it was nice, in a pleasant, warm caramel down your shorts, kind of way.

Oh for goodness sake!  Get your mind OUT of the gutter!

Sheesh!

I’m going to look at cars today.  In particular I’m going to look at Mazda Astinas.  I want one of the hatchback ones, but I have a scary feeling that the new model has all but replaced them.  The new model looks ridiculous if you ask me, they have put a backside on it, what was once a hatchback is now a sedan.  Yer, that’s clever, well, we’ll see what happens.

I have been waiting for Lysse to call me for ages now, it’s almost 1:00pm and she hasn’t returned my phone call.  She is out with her mother, buying things in the after Christmas sales, so I don’t really expect her to call me any time soon.  I have been playing HELLFIRE, the Diablo add-on.  It’s pretty cool so far, a lot harder than I originally thought.  And there are thing to DO, like you don’t just keep going down through the same vaults and caverns.  I like it.

Sigh, I’m going out to look at these cars, I have had enough of waiting.  When I got to the dealers place, it started to rain, typical.  I looked around the yard and couldn’t see any of the models that I was interested in, so I went inside the office (more like a mansion if you ask me) and tried to find a sales person.  They had all gone home, I was informed by the last remaining rep, and to further my annoyance, the model that I wanted was definitely no longer in production!  DAMN!  Well, it looks like it’s going to be second hand after all, no big deal, it will most likely save me a whole heap of money anyway.  But it means I can’t (or rather, probably won’t) be able to trade in my old car.  I don’t really want to sell it to anyone, because I would feel somewhat guilty that the amount I want for it is too much.  But I can rip off a dealer, no worries.  Funny that, eh?

Arrived home to no one waiting outside.  Lysse was obviously still shopping!  Bummed around for a while and played with some Windows Scripting Host files that I found (they are undocumented as far as I can tell) and created a neat little script to install all the desktop shortcuts that we (at work) create one by one.  This has definite potential.  I think I will work on it a little and then show Atoning (after I have used it a few times already) so he can play with it and (invariably) break it (so then I will get to fix it).  heheheh WELL IT’S TRUE ISN’T IT?!

Lysse arrived around the 5:00pm mark and we decided that we wouldn’t go to the movies tonight.  Lysse got me to give her a tattoo.  It’s not a real one, it’s one of those semi-permanent ones that is more of a stain than ink.  I have a tattoo pack that I bought ages ago, to give Lysse and Turtle Girl tattoos, so they could be bad girls <hehehe>, and I still have heaps of the stuff left.  Now Lysse has a Cancer star sign on her butt.  This is a preliminary test to see if she likes it or not.  The tattoo, not her butt.  She doesn’t like her butt, but then again, try to find me a women who does!

Videos and lollies.  Dinner was pasta, with some red wine that I had in the cellar (the cupboard above my fridge).  Then we watched some videos; 12:01 (which was like Ground Hog Day, only no where near as good) and Sumo do, sumo don’t (which I have seen before and is really funny.  It has subtitles though, so if you can’t read and watch at the same time, don’t bother).

Went into work early today.  Good thing I did too, because I am qualified to press the reset button on the office server machine (the win98 one).  You guessed it, the server was down and the office gerbils were in a panic.  So I pressed the big button in the sky and lo and behold! the server was fixed.  Cool, I’m a legend.

The faeries have visited the office!  There are two shiny new systems sitting on the work table, requiring some final touches, of course, but otherwise finished.  <dances>  Why the hell did I come in early then?  Of yeah, to press reset.

Finished off the two systems and started to build another.  Halfway through I discovered (well, remembered) that the Pentium ][ 350Mhz CPU wouldn’t work in the (not 100Mhz bus) mainboard.  Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.  Rang Atoning and he too had figured that one out!  I’ll just leave the system built and rip out its heart… I mean CPU <grin>.

Ran out of things to do, while waiting for Atoning and Hypatia to turn up, so I installed a network card in the office machine and put ‘us’ on the office LAN.  That was 15 minutes well spent, now what am I going to do?  Can you say, “FreeCell”?

When the Grand Champion of FreeCell finally got bored out of his brain, he waited around doing nothing much.  And then the rest of the crew arrived.  YAY!  Now things will get interesting again.

Work.  Work. Work.  Install.  Install.  Install.  Play.  Work.  Rest.  (I am NOT a child of the Mars confectionery machine)

Another chicken garlic round things with vegies dinner tonight.  This time with pepper sauce, instead of the roast chicken sauce I had last night.  Not bad actually, I could probably just eat a plate of vegies with pepper sauce now.  I MUST be coming down with something, I’m voluntarily eating more and more vegies as time progresses.

Got to work to discover that one of the C.E.O.s had broken his laptop.  Not just broken it, but partially installed win98 over his win95 system.  Needless to say he really REALLY <expletive>ed it.  So I got collared into fixing it.

Ok, this one is going to take a little while.  Getting him to remember the important files that he needs was like getting alcohol off a drunkard (that would be difficult, but not impossible).  Then to get those directories across to another machine was worse.  I ended up having to use a serial cable (115200bps) and telemate to send more than 200 Meg of compacted files across.  It took about three hours all up, well, maybe five if you include the stuffing around with the rest of the office gerbils that was needed to keep then happy as well.

During this laptop fiasco I got to drive out to a car yard and install a scanner.  While there I asked for a quick estimate on my car.  $200-400.  Sigh, I will definitely have to trade it in…  oh well, I’ll start looking for new cars later in the week, right now I have to get back to check the C.E.O.s laptop.

Wooohoo it’s finished. Right now I can star… Oh, he’s back.  Well, you can do it then, Mr. I’m-so-bloody-good-with-a-computer.  If you were THAT good, you wouldn’t have broken it in the first place, right?

Well, today turned out to be rather hecktic <?> hectique <?> (well, whatever that word is) and I didn’t have time to build two more systems.  Yep, you guessed it, Atoning must have threatened death upon the parts supplier, because we got boxes and boxes and BOXES of parts delivered around 4:00pm.  I’ll just have to go in early tomorrow.

Got home more or less on time and prepared myself for dinner with Mum.  We went to an Asian restaurant and it was really great.  I don’t think they used any MSG (because it didn’t taste ‘thick’ like when MSG is present) and it was beautiful food.  I highly recommend the chilli dishes, they are as near to perfect as anyone can get.

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