Late start to work today, because we are expecting to stay late so we can switch the network over to TCP/IP.

Which means Atoning will setup the network 100% the easy way.  Then, when we reach the testing part (about the 95% mark) something will go wrong that will be bad enough to have to start it all over again, except this time going the hard way.

Whaddayanoe (What do you know)?  We left the office around 11:00pm.

Dinner was great though!  I had chicken vindaloo with rice and “naans” that we got from the Royal Indian restaurant.  It was beautiful food!

Sorry, I have absolutely no idea what I did today.  mostly mundane work things I expect.

Alas, dinner has also been erased from my databanks, which leads me to believe it is a good thing.

Working for Dr. J. again!  Well, work has resumed after being interrupted by Christmas and the new year.

Spent the majority of the day trying to figure out how a database was constructed.  Someone had written this amazing package that used the database to store information and I was to figure out HOW the database tables were (or rather, SHOULD) relate to each other.  It was obviously done in a visual language because all the tables names were prefixed with “ft” and the field names (of which there were probably 200-250 in total) were named like: “db” + <table name> + <fieldname>.

Brilliant if you don’t want to confuse the (simpleton) visual basic programmer who doesn’t need to type much, but not if you are trying to figure out where everything goes, or doesn’t go.  Oh well, I figured it in the end.

I have NO idea what dinner was, probably something with little taste and even less nutritional value!

This is the day I should have really really REALLY relaxed on.

Silly me, I still can’t see into the future.

Can you tell something horrible is going to happen tomorrow?

Oh, I read Turtle Girl’s Sister’s cards this evening.  It was interesting.  It still works, even for people I don’t know, cool.  (Some of you might not understand this last bit, but that’s ok, nobody is perfect <grin>)

He rested.

And that about sums up this Sunday.  It was great!  I haven’t really appreciated weekends before.  You see I used to work on weekends, or for a few days during the week… but this working five days a week really makes you thankful for the weekend.

Went into the city with Turtle Girl to buy some tickets for “The big day out!” thing later this month.  Had some lunch while in there, but mostly spent the time walking around thinking about how long it’s been since I have been in the city proper.  Everything is different, but at the same time, nothing has really changed.  Oh, gee, how prophetic!

Lysse came up later in the afternoon and we were going to watch a movie or two but there was nothing on that we hadn’t seen already (or one of us had seen, and didn’t want to see again).  We got pizza for dinner and had a reasonably early night.

Slack.  Slack.  Slack.

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!

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