Checking in from Quy Nhón

Its dreadful hehe

5 year old would not sleep at all last night.

Exhausted.

Work is utter hell, I want to go home already.

World is going to shit.

The light at the end of the tunnel is a train.

-screaming intensifies-

One of the most important members of the technical team rang me on my mobile (im on sick leave) and told me she’s quitting.

She is one of the most amazing and intelligent people i have ever met. She is the companies knowledge base, and they are doing to her what they’re doing to me. The work overload.

They pay her poorly. Very poorly. And knocked back raises in the past.

I told her what I did, and she’s going to give it a last shot.

Rome is burning.

You ever have a day where you have action paralysis, struggle against the brick wall of zero motivation, waste time on rubbish, and then think fck it, I’ve wasted so much of the day anyway I don’t want to even try for the remainder of the day. It’s one of those.

I have devoured several potat, with misc veg and bean toppings.

Nigh nigh

It’s escaped my attention until now, but next Monday is a public holiday. We have a long weekend coming up!!! Yippee!

I’ve been reeking of garlic (and, embarrassingly, sweat) all morning and lolling around in bed shamelessly avoiding uni obligations. House is a dumpster. Well, I’m done with being gross now… time to start with the mountain of chores to bring this place back to sanity.

Look what I found. My sister knitted them for my daughter years ago. I’m not throwing them out. They’re heirlooms now.

spoiler

Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam -

To fare away far away, far away from home.

He had eaten all his breakfast, and he had his Ma’s consent

To see what he should chance to see; and here’s the way he went -

Up and down a fern frond, round and round a stone,

Down a gloomy gully where he loathed to be alone,

Up a mighty mountain range, seven inches high,

Through the fearful forest grass that nearly hid the sky,

Out along a bracken bridge, bending in the moss,

Till he reached a dreadful desert that was feet and feet across.

'Twas a dry, deserted desert, and a trackless land to tread,

He wished that he was home again and tucked-up tight in bed.

His little legs were wobbly, his strength was nearly spent,

And so he turned around again and here’s the way he went -

Back away from desert lands, feet and feet across,

Back along the bracken bridge bending in the moss,

Through the fearful forest grass, shutting out the sky,

Up a mighty mountain range seven inches high,

Down a gloomy gully, where he loathed to be alone,

Up and down a fern frond and round and round a stone.

A dreary ant, a weary ant, resolved no more to roam,

He staggered up the garden path and popped back home.

Mildly touchy recent topic

Fuckkk, Spud was being forced to withdraw cold turkey due to not being able to afford nicotine therapy and barely having money for food.

@[email protected] When you see this if you can get to one of the places you can get some food for Mickey https://secondchanceanimalrescue.com.au/resources/outreach-program/scar-pet-food-pantry/

There are food banks around that might have relaxed eligibility

And there might be bulk billed consults or reduced cost/free nicotine therapy

Ps. Sorry if this is none of my business

Yet another wave.

Also got into a barking contest apparently with an elderly St. Bernard doggo. This thing was huuge. They’re gentle giants but I lost that one had to yield.

First! Bite me.

I do not know what I want for dinner. Sorely tempted to load a baked potato up to fuck and just eat that

Lovely day update - bliss has been interrupted my multiple mowers and power tools. Neighbours really hate silence.

Jesus christ, giveacrap just keep digging that hole.

• failed delivery due to shitty delivery company - i bring it to their attention - they resend with same company and driver. Rinse and repeat six friggin’ times

• I look up our order history and realise this shit has been going on with every single order for the past year. F this. I cancel everything. Ain’t got time for that shit. Especially since the guys who deliver my cat litter do tp now.

• Leave a review on productreview under the usual nick telling them they used to be great, but now they’re not and they need to stop using the cheapest, shittiest couriers and callcentres they can get their hands on, and they’ve lost a loyal customer.

• This <censored> from their staff doesn’t pm me on productreview, but instead runs my nick through their database, matches my email and emails me directly asking ‘did you leave this review?’ Not looking to resolve the issues or regain a customer, nope, just wants the bad pr to go away.

He’s about to become extremely fucking acquainted with the word ‘inappropriate’