Monday:
I continually surprise myself. Mainly with my inability to get my personal life balanced & sound. Also, with the sheer dopiness of some of my doings. Let's have a look at this weeks efforts, with Monday leading the charge of stupidity.
Get changed into sporty attire before leaving the office. Leave office, power walk (got to get some exercise in my day!) to Borders in Pitt Street Mall. Scour the cooking section trying to find the 2 for 1 Womens Weekly sale cook books. Give up. I hate asking for assistance, so I leave. And walk past the 2 for 1 sale section - last day. I score myself 2 scrumptious looking books (which I later manage to spend a good hour ogling on the way home on my favourite mountains train.).
I catch the train to Newtown. Walking along, I see someone eyeing me. No, not a typical wild eyed Newtownian, but Patrick. Patrick is a former boss & current friend. With very, very good news. He, Anne and Mia are most likely to head over to Europe, for a month, meaning they will most likely need a house sitter. YES!!!!!! Punching the air! YESSSSSSSSSSS! Free accommodation in Newtown, a whole house to myself. With out the whole house in Newtown price tag! Fingers are crossed, tightly at that, so here's hoping that it will be mine.
I go to my new favourite Thai restaurant in Newtown. Doi Tayo. Well ok, I'm fairly sure my spelling is off, but that my phonetics are correct. It's the St. Peters end of King Street, they don't use MSG, sizes are good & most importantly so are the prices. $7.20 takeaway for my vegetarian pad Thai. Yum. And yum. 2nd week in a row that I have conveniently dropped by on my way to climbing lessons in St. Peters. Scoff half, and save the other for after climbing. Yum, sooo good. Next time, must scoff less before climbing, belly was a little full, I am a little weak when it comes to pulling all 70kgs of my self up a wall for a few hours.
Climbing, even as a beginner is highly enjoyable. Until the day after. When I feel sooo sore. This week our instructor was trying to teach us a little about techniques - crossing over, and slipping our feet onto a rock already occupied by your other foot. I try to think about what I'm doing a little bit more.
Leave climbing, make 10pm train and check to see if any of my friends care enough to contact me. Yay! Juliet called about lunch on Sunday. And 17 text messages! WOW! No one loves me that much.. surely? Unless I've picked up a stalker that I'm unaware of??? Oh no, I'm so talented, somehow I managed to send the same message to myself 17 times after getting on the train. I am so smart, S M A T. I'm hoping they are Virgin to Virgin text (which they should be, as I am a Virgin subscriber!), meaning it's only 5c a text. Stupid girl…stupid phone. I guess this is why I have my own phone number as the first and last entry in my contacts listing.
Central station - they confused me - putting a 8 carriage train on for the 10.03pm. What the? Even the CityRail worker was confused by it. Only the driver seemed to have any clue. See, being a train traveller, for far too many years, I know roughly how many train carriages are to be expected at what time, where to stand at my local station, all sorts of useful information. No wonder my brain can't handle any information that might get me a job. Filled with trivial titbits. Should I ever become a parent, imagine how I will be able to bore the wee ones with juicy stuff like this! Apparently the bonus carriages are due to track work further up the mountains.
I get off at my regular station, feeling ok after my climbing, but not thrilled at the uphill cycle. The same guy who had his bike parked there last week was unlocking once again. We had exactly the same conversation as we did last week.
Him: It's getting colder
Me: Yup, certainly is
I wonder how many weeks we can have the same conversation. This is 2 from 2….This week though I knew he wasn't coming to attack me, just unlocking his bike at the same ungodly hour as myself. Too many years living in London with the freaks make me think that anyone approaching the vicinity of me late at night gets the adrenaline pumping.
Home at long last. Unpack & sort dirty climbing clothes from dirty work clothes. Hmm, strange. Only my trousers in here….missing vital pieces of clothing that cover my top half, including my bra. Ahh crap. I must have left them in the bathrooms at work. Boooo. Lucky that my work clothes are so old & trashed that I doubted any one would take them. Unless the cleaners thought they looked interesting.
Tuesday:
Work. Met Michelle for lunch. Mmm, aussie café food, tres bien! Down to Cargo Bar, salt & pepper calamari salad ( rocket, baby spinach & avocado!). Sunshine, good food, gossip & good company. Perfect way to kill my lunch hour.
Met up for a quasi date. Quasi because I did meet him through an online dating sight. But thought he sounded like the kind of person I want to go drinking with, the kind of person who likes doing stuff, I didn't think he would rock my world in the romantic sense. I was right! He was exactly as I expected him to be. Quite British, a bit too smooth, but cool. Kinda person I'd like to go out drinking with. Not the kind of person I'd date. 2 glasses of vino at a little bar called De Vine on Market Street & Clarence. He got a call from a friend who he had to go and meet & off I paced to Central. Nice I was getting on the 8pm train, which made me happy beyond belief. I think I came close to passing out on the train. Please, 2 glasses of wine? What's up with that? By the time I got home I felt dire. Ahhh, I think I'm getting a migraine….YUCK DAMMIT! HATE MIGRAINES - THEY SHOULD BE BANNED! I also had a the best bloating session I have had in I'd say a year or more. I swear, I looked 4 months pregnant! Which is not such a good look when you are in fact no months pregnant. I know I have to get my body sorted, I need to know what I can consume & can't but while I'm getting into a new routing with working, getting up at first light etc I'm prone to slackness. I checked my mails & went to bed. Yes, me in bed by 11pm, crazy stuff huh?
Wednesday:
Found cheap takeaway bar just near work. $2.50 for a bacon & egg sarnie, no sauce, no butter thanks. I have exactly the right amount of time to scoff it before walking in the doors at work. But today, being a good girl, I didn't eat the bread. It is much more time consuming to try and eat & pull apart a sandwich at the same time. Nothing particularly exciting to report about being a worker bee. Bosses are polite, have good handwriting & the role not chaotic. I like it. Lunch, always the focal point of my daylight hours, was spent in Wynyard Park, sunning myself. Eating a not exciting salad, but my body is having issues. I must be kind to it.
The 5.42pm train up to the scenic Blue Mtns was kindly cancelled by twats at ShittyRail. I'm so happy to pay $47 a week on constantly late & cancelled services.
Trivia night is what Wednesdays are about. I got off the train and walked to the Bowlo. Admiring the new cafes that have sprung up in the last year. But they are shut. Yay for $10 credit at the Bowlo vouchers, won during previous trivia battles. Burger with the lot, plus pineapple. Came to $10.30. Worth every part of the 30c that I forked out for it, mmm..burger, chips…ahhh. I didn't eat 90% of the bun, see I am trying to cut out the evil stuff in food! As I was there early, I score two prime tables, right up front, right near the score board & Ian, the amazing announcer. High drama at the Bowlo on Wednesday night, that's for sure. Too many people for one team, not wanting to split, people saying they won't play, others saying no play, others saying we'll play with the others, families divided.... It turned into a high school soap opera! We had our all time worst round score of 3, lucky we didn’t chose to double our points on that round. Animals of all things. A male hare is known as a buck, a female a doe & babies are levetts (forgive the spelling por favor!) Doe a dear, a female dear, damn, we were screwed over by that one. We didn't put dear as a male dear we were fairly sure was a buck, baby dear are called Bambis!
Thursday:
Stupid striking train workers. My 7.07am train was cancelled. Had to wait for the 7.17, but it’s a Tangara, the aircon was hovering at about 10 degrees. Freezing and unhappy. Was just about to doze when we pulled in at Glenbrook, and this guy comes and sits next to me, and he says something. Take out headphones, focus on the person & realise it's one of the old soccer boys, Jarred. AKA Jazz. So we sat & bitched about trains and various other things. Poor Jazz, he was given a verbal warning that if he was late to work once more he would receive a written warning. How convenient that the very next day those nasty ShittyRail employees to leave Jaz in the lurch.
Bacon & egg sarnie number two: being a good girl, I didn't eat the bread. It is much more time consuming to try to eat, pull apart a sandwich & speed walk to work all at once Ate sandwich at my desk. Work: Bosses out at conference. Have been learning new systems for this firm. How to book a hire car for my boss whilst he's in Perth. How to use the microwave. Brought last nights dinner as todays lunch. Yay. Saved me some cash. Mmm, steak & salad. In 45 minutes, I will be catching yet another ShittyRail train, this time to Penrith, mate. It's time to putt putt putt! Putt putt plus doughnuts (yes, Krispy Kremes...) = good times. My putting - teeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrible. I was the only one to get double figures on a few putts. However, final hole, i launched the ball skywards. Came back to my feet. Second shot, got it. But everyone else took more putts. Final hole was the only one I won!
Tomorrow is Friday. It's Friday i'm in love. I wish. No love for me at this point in time. I'll survive & will be more content to sit at home, watching Big Brother. Why, 'cause I'm dog tired. been out every night this week& have a migraine. Not smart, but hells...
Off i trot to bed now..night kiddies....
