And what a glorious day it is.
Not so much for the person whose funeral I have to go and help mom with later today, but hey, as the Hillbilly once told me – another day spent on the right side of the dirt is a blessing. Not that I can always see the blessings, but they are still there one way or the other.
Chatted to my sister yesterday. She’s got major issues at work. They insist she sits with a chick that can’t seem to keep her bodily functions to herself. Reckons my sister has an attitude problem. My sister? Attitude problem? They have no idea what an attitude problem is! And this comes from her boss who did an investigation behind her back – a person she’s worked with for the past 12 years… The company is moving in the direction the government wants it to move, resulting in combining of departments, shufflings, retrenchments, general chaos – enough to adjust anybody’s attitude. looks like she’ll be looking for something else soon.
I do wonder why it has to be like this. I’ve always said, workmates should not be friends. They should just be workmates. Or rather, people you work with. Personally I don’t want them in my house, I don’t want to see them after hours, don’t want to socialise with them at all. Just want to do my job and go home. And I want them to do their jobs too. If they don’t, these days, you can’t even say anything about it – there’s always a hole and you’re usually the one that falls into it! But they won’t let you keep to yourself either. Nope! They are not happy unless you turn into them – incompetent, lax, lazy, useless – and that’s just not right.
I do hope she finds something that’s worth doing.
Doctored my own arm last night – did not want the blister to rub off during the night so I put some anti bacterial ointment on a piece of gauze, and wrapped a bandage around it. Kind of difficult when you only have one hand!! But needs must, and I wrapped the burn wound up nicely – I know this because the bandage was still in place this morning when I woke up 😉 One thing I’ve learned with burn wounds – keep the blister intact at all costs – once it ruptures, it makes a major wound that takes forever to heal. I suppose the moisture in the blister helps the skin heal beneath, and it disapates gradually. Had lots of burn-wounds in my time, what with heat guns and cooking oil and car radiators – talking about actual experience here 😉
And now for something completely different…
Why do people at live concerts make such a noise? Don’t they want to hear the tune playing? I’m listening now to a live recording of a trance show in Melbourne. And the audience is so bloody loud you can barely hear the song – and it is one that I like! Think I prefer hearing my favourite tunes in the silence of my own home, where I can wrap the speakers around my ears and just take in the music. Maybe it’s the kind of music, because you don’t hear that kind of thing at a classical concert – probably less alcohol involved! Or maybe I’m just too much of a hermit to appreciate a crowd’s enthusiasm 😉
Anyhow. Hope the day treats you well.
One Sunday morning George burst into the living room and said, “Dad! Mom! I have some great news for you! I am getting married to the most beautiful girl in town. She lives a block away and her name is Susan. After dinner, George’s dad took him aside, “Son, I have to talk with you. Look at your mother, George. She and I have been married 30 years, she’s a wonderful wife and mother, but, she has never offered much excitement in the bedroom, so I used to fool around with women a lot.”
“Susan is actually your half sister, and I’m afraid you can’t marry her.” George was brokenhearted.
After eight months he eventually started dating girls again. A year later he came home and very proudly announced, “Diane said yes! We’re getting married in June.” Again his father insisted on another private conversation and broke the sad news. “Diane is your half sister too, George.
“I’m awfully sorry about this.” George was livid! He finally decided to go to his mother with the news his father had shared.
“Dad has done so much harm. I guess I’m never going to get married,” he complained. “Every time I fall in love, Dad tells me the girl is my half sister.”
“Hee hee,” his mother chuckled, shaking her head, “Don’t pay any attention to what he says. He’s not really your father.”