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todayiamadaisyI thought on Sunday I should try to post every day this week to get myself back in the habit. That hasn't happened. Twice in a week, though. That's an improvement. Let's see if I can do a summary of what I would have been talking about.
Work is, let's say, interesting now. We won't know the results of the tender for next year until September, so work goes on as normal. We also have to prepare for the new company just in case it does happen. This week, I have been doing my current job and also starting to do the job I may have next year. Also this week, the employment lawyers released their redundancy advice, which was fun. No, it wasn't. But that's an entry for another day.
I am playing phone tag with my hairdresser at the moment. I go to this hairdresser because her salon is a two-minute walk from my house. Also because she is nice, but mostly because she is nearby. Unfortunately, she is sick of being a hairdresser and is studying nursing. She will eventually close her salon, but in the meantime she is keeping it open at odd hours in between nursing placements, which makes it hard to get appointments. Hard to catch her to make an appointment in the first place, and then hard to get in. Last time I made an appointment, I had to wait three weeks. This time, I am starting now, hoping for an appointment in August. I suppose I could just find a different hairdresser, but, oh, that's going to be such a hassle. I'll have to psyche myself up for that. I miss Mischief, my last long-term hairdresser (he moved to Melbourne). For the first time I understood those stories about movie stars flying their favourite hairdresser on location. He was that good.
My mother has been feeling sorry for the birds in her garden now that it's winter. She's always put out bread or seeds or whatever for them, but this year she has been experimenting with making seed balls. 'I think I've cracked it,' she told me the other day, and gave me one of the balls for my garden. She has indeed cracked it. I think she's made bird crack. I've never seen so many sparrows and honey eaters trying to land on one branch. So much angry twittering and flapping and hopping up and down. If you want to try it yourself, the recipe is to melt together a couple of tablespoons of dripping and honey/golden syrup, then stir in enough bird seed to make a solid block; put in paper cups with a wick of kitchen string; set in the fridge.
I recently bought a new box of Glad Wrap (plastic wrap/cling film). There's no cutting strip on it, or so I thought. How can a person be expected to use plastic wrap with no toothed strip to cut it? Only when I was complaining about this to my mother, she looked at it and determined that there was a cutting strip; it was now in the lid so you have to rip upwards, rather than downwards. She was right, of course (and irritatingly). But it's so hard to do! And it turns out that I am not the only one with problems: Glad has had to revert to their original packaging after a consumer revolt. So that's good. Only that article is from January, so obviously they haven't rushed to change the box.
I am going to have a jacket potato for my dinner, and, excitingly, it's a black potato. Well, purple. A Purple Bliss. I imagine it's going to taste just like a regular potato, but I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about seeing black potato flesh.
Tomorrow I am going to the Melbourne Craft Fair, which is being held in the same venue as the Labor Party's national conference. That will be an interesting crowd mix in the foyer.
Work is, let's say, interesting now. We won't know the results of the tender for next year until September, so work goes on as normal. We also have to prepare for the new company just in case it does happen. This week, I have been doing my current job and also starting to do the job I may have next year. Also this week, the employment lawyers released their redundancy advice, which was fun. No, it wasn't. But that's an entry for another day.
I am playing phone tag with my hairdresser at the moment. I go to this hairdresser because her salon is a two-minute walk from my house. Also because she is nice, but mostly because she is nearby. Unfortunately, she is sick of being a hairdresser and is studying nursing. She will eventually close her salon, but in the meantime she is keeping it open at odd hours in between nursing placements, which makes it hard to get appointments. Hard to catch her to make an appointment in the first place, and then hard to get in. Last time I made an appointment, I had to wait three weeks. This time, I am starting now, hoping for an appointment in August. I suppose I could just find a different hairdresser, but, oh, that's going to be such a hassle. I'll have to psyche myself up for that. I miss Mischief, my last long-term hairdresser (he moved to Melbourne). For the first time I understood those stories about movie stars flying their favourite hairdresser on location. He was that good.
My mother has been feeling sorry for the birds in her garden now that it's winter. She's always put out bread or seeds or whatever for them, but this year she has been experimenting with making seed balls. 'I think I've cracked it,' she told me the other day, and gave me one of the balls for my garden. She has indeed cracked it. I think she's made bird crack. I've never seen so many sparrows and honey eaters trying to land on one branch. So much angry twittering and flapping and hopping up and down. If you want to try it yourself, the recipe is to melt together a couple of tablespoons of dripping and honey/golden syrup, then stir in enough bird seed to make a solid block; put in paper cups with a wick of kitchen string; set in the fridge.
I recently bought a new box of Glad Wrap (plastic wrap/cling film). There's no cutting strip on it, or so I thought. How can a person be expected to use plastic wrap with no toothed strip to cut it? Only when I was complaining about this to my mother, she looked at it and determined that there was a cutting strip; it was now in the lid so you have to rip upwards, rather than downwards. She was right, of course (and irritatingly). But it's so hard to do! And it turns out that I am not the only one with problems: Glad has had to revert to their original packaging after a consumer revolt. So that's good. Only that article is from January, so obviously they haven't rushed to change the box.
I am going to have a jacket potato for my dinner, and, excitingly, it's a black potato. Well, purple. A Purple Bliss. I imagine it's going to taste just like a regular potato, but I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about seeing black potato flesh.
Tomorrow I am going to the Melbourne Craft Fair, which is being held in the same venue as the Labor Party's national conference. That will be an interesting crowd mix in the foyer.