It's like a goddamn circus out there.

I go out to get cigarettes up on Chapel Street. By happy chance I go the back way, because shortly after I leave a police helicopter starts a low-flying circuit. (Blasted thing is still going.) I get to near the milk bar, and I can see some flashing lights up near Chapel and Dandenong Road, but I'm going the back way, so this is fine... except the street where I am is suddenly jammed with cars which I guess would normally be going down Dandenong Road. That's a large, arterial road.

My guess about whence the cars must be right... because as I cross the bridge there is nothing coming down that road, and that's way odd. Not even a tram.  read more »

Dear (professional association of which Lynne is a member),

1) If you EVER send me an email that large again I will block all further incoming email from the (professional association of which Lynne is a member) at my mail server.

2) Not everyone uses MicroSoft products, I am one of the people who don't.

3) People who connect to the internet via a dial-up, and who do not use MicroSoft products, can become extremely annoyed after waiting fifteen minutes for their email to download... only to find they can't read it anyway.

Regards,

Lynne

[Music: Endorphin - Traffic]  read more »

There's a new place I go to at work. It's beyond a headache, and beyond an earache. It is a nightmarish world where my brain splits into two, one part keeps slaving away while the other tortures it by playing Erasure songs.

Early in the day an email exchange started, and as an aside I mailed someone to let them know I'd be jumping out the window imminently. And they came over to placate me. By the end of the day the exchange heated up and I worked out (by looking like a total fuckwit) that my placater was in possession of some helpful information they just hadn't passed on. So the late email aside to them was that it'd be great if they clued me in before I looked any dimmer than the mission required.  read more »

The person I'm training got to attend the meeting from Hell today. I'm sure it was educational - so long as he paid attention to the part afterwards where I explained that meetings should never ever run like that. I expect that was kinda obvious though.

This rant is truly epic, believe you me.

There's this company that would really like to sell us things. Well known international company, although their reputation differs depending on who you speak to. So far I've been dealing with a sales exec - and he's very nice, like him fine - and some national sales manager - also nice enough.  read more »

From what I can tell from the man's confused tirade this morning, I might be the reason this formerly proud country is going to Hell in a handbasket.

Allan Jones - I'm sorry. I'll try to be good from now on. Hopefully by the next census I'll be married. I'll be letting my man support me while I pop out a few babies for the nation. I'm not sure how the 60's warped my morals though, I'm not quite so old.

Git.

[Mood: sleepy]

I think I'm getting up on my high horse. No, wait - that isn't the right phrase.

I'm getting really pissed off.

We have a new supplier that I use at work. I liked the old guys fine, but who we use is not my call, so I had to change a few weeks ago. My problem right now is that I'm used to getting really good service. I'm used to my files being actioned as soon as I say so. And I'm used to having my goddamn calls returned.

Last week my calls were not returned. And I gritted my teeth and decided that I'd stay relatively calm until today. So today I got no call-back, and I left an extra narky message message that I *REQUIRE* my call to be returned urgently. And then when this guy calls I get an apology and a promise that something would happen within half an hour.  read more »

I know that my housemate dislikes me referring to my thoughts as they relate to shared events here, but I'm having one of those moments when I decide that it's my page, this is a journal, and I'm sick of censoring out any mention of him. I should be able to slander everyone equally. Dammit.

Thankfully, I am blissfully ignorant of other people's thoughts. But I'm not stupid. (Nor am I fragile, but I'll get to that.) I could put it down to an awesome intellect which grants me a superior arsenal of aids to deduction. It could be because of an astonishing psychic power. Or, it could be that some things are fucking obvious. When your housemate (and former boyfriend, for any late-comers,) has not been sleeping in their bed..... it stands to reason that they have been sleeping elsewhere. I think we can safely dismiss that they just haven't been sleeping. When their hair gel hasn't been in the way for a while, well..... we can assume they aren't being stranded away from home on an unplanned basis. Add miscellaneous other things, and your poor old ex isn't rubbing her temples while humming and looking constipated as she tries to work out what it all means.  read more »