I started crying at work today, then found I couldn’t stop. It’s a funny thing, when the seal gets broken, all hell breaks loose. I do know where it came from, but holy moly the force of it took me by surprise. BossLady was mortified she’d upset me. The girls in the office were great; … More concentrate… concentrate… I’ve got to concentrate… concentrate… concentrate…
I’m on the train home from the city after having a riotous dinner with Alice. We worked together in London, and like most of my good friends, simply pick up where we left off. She is based in Sydney now, but was working in Melbourne this week. I tootled in after a crazy, awful, busy … More Oh, stewardess! I speak jive.
Hubs and I are working on getting our new routine into place with me working away from home again. I say ‘away’, it’s 14km (8 miles) away. On a good day, I whizz through in 20 minutes. The longest it’s taken was one night, when it took 45 minutes to get home. My new BossLady … More Alright, give me a Hamm on five, hold the Mayo.
My leave has been approved at work. There’s a form for special leave so I can go into a negative balance at work and pay it back. I’ve also had an initial conversation with the lady who will cover the role while I’m away. Then the rest of the day went a bit crazy. I’ve … More We have clearance Clarence
I dug out a suitcase from under the house today. Brought a clear wallet with some empty bottles to decant smellies into. Tried to find another pair of yoga pants for the flights, and failed. Admittedly, I only tried one shop, but I don’t want running tights, and I don’t want tracksuit pants, I want … More There’s just no stopping in a white zone.
I’m trying to book my flights. I’ve got an error message, they can’t confirm my itinerary; they’re going to process it manually and the chat bot is having conniptions. I’ve checked the credit card, nothing has been taken, but I don’t have an email to confirm the issue.
Goodness me. My post yesterday blew up a bit – I’ve had a few messages to check in on me. Honestly, I am fine. I process things better when I write, so you’re gonna get this journey, warts and all because if I write about it, then I won’t stew on it. In turn, if … More It’s an entirely different kind of flying, altogether.