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Hey hey hey! We have a taker for one of the
Big Banana
Cards.
Jan
from Mossyrocks  {Dino courtesy of
The Icon Depot
} has one on its way.. There's 5 left now...
email me if you want one...
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I don't really consider myself a single grrrl. Not with
Jeff
in my life. Not really..... But there are things I do now,
things that I will probably not do when I live with Jeff.
now don't be crass... I like to sloth
about on weekends, especially long weekends.. Come home from
work on Friday night, and not shower or wash my hair until some time
on the Monday.. ewwwww...too much information Amanda..
but the sheer sybaritic pleasure when I get into the shower and
clean and wash and scrub. I use all my best smelling lotions and
potions and body sponges and facial cleansers and toners and moisturisers.
And walk around the house smelling a wonderful clean fresh smell..
And knowing it's me.... Course, I can only do this when I'm
a) living by myself,
and
b) not leaving the house for the couple of grotty days
before I do the big Amanda clean..
Not altogether sure I can subject
Jeff to an unwashed me.
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Been realising I do a lot of my writing in emails. I should just
give the whole world access to my email inbox and be done with it.
Course sometimes.. sometimes email and reading other peoples diaries
are just to give me an excuse for not doing what I should be
doing...
Take the list from
last Friday night
as an example. I did not accomplish one of those things on that list.
Not even the supervisors report that I had to do. I have a
contrary nature. It quietly rebels against organised anything,
by having me distract myself with anything.
Anything other than, what by doing, I shall avoid further hassles.
Incomprehensible for people around me, and frustrating to be for
me. I suspect I'll stop using this pattern the longer I'm
involved with Jeff. It frustrates him so, and I don't like to
do that to him.
Strange how I can modify a behaviour that causes me
stress, and not at the instigation of another, but because I
know it will make them feel better..
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This entry is just going to be full of stuff.
Definition of stuff:
thoughts I have, idea's I've noticed, that while they're
interesting, I can't quite write a whole entry about them.
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The first time I walked into the lifts in the building I work
in in Canberra, I noticed the sign :
Schindler's Lift
it's a worry....
These are the same lifts that always had the buttons so:
G meant the ground floor
1 meant the next floor, etc etc.
Which would have been OK, except for the floor naming convention..
We have 5 buildings, A-E Block (the club that's across the road is
called F Block, but that's another tale..), and they are divided into
an East and West Section.
When I first started there, I was told I was working on D East 2,
at the south west end. When God was handing out the sense of
direction, I was off lost somewhere.. So this particular set of
directions terrified me.. The floors are named for the block, and
then the part of the building (East or West) and then the floor
number.
And here's where the problem starts. They are not called D East Ground..
but D East 1, D East 2..... So, you used to get into the lift,
and push the button marked 1 to go to DE2, 2 to go to DE3, and so on.
Took a while to get used to that.
Then one Friday morning, they changed all the lift buttons.
Without telling anyone...
The lifts resembled a Marx Brothers movie for most of the
morning. People bounding in and pressing buttons, and then
trying to work out what had happened to their floor.
Hey... They moved all my stuff! Heyy... They moved my desk...
Heyyyyy... They moved everyone on my floor and the view.... hmmmmmmmmmmm"
Then, about 4.00 that afternoon, they sent everyone an email telling them
the lift buttons were being changed. Yep. Good. Um, Guys, We've Worked
This Out......
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