OMG, it’s Sunday….again

Yay, another week over with, and what a great week it has been. Nice week at work, went to see ‘Ice Age 3′, and caught up with a Goodman ‘elder’.

All kids except child three are out of the house no doubt enjoying themselves is various ways, child three and I are visiting the pictures again today to see ‘Transformers 2′.

Slight boo-boo at work this week, was wondering why we havnt been receiving the muffins I have been ordering, well perhaps I need to order them in units, so naturally, 18 boxes of each flavour were delivered on Saturday, sigh, expect a slight reduction in the cost of single fancy muffins for awhile.

Anyway, off for a shower and sprus up then go see our movie.

Have a great day everyone.

It’s Sunday….right?

Yep, I guess it is Sunday, it’s a lovely day although there is a thunderstorm quite close by. The sun is out and so is the washing, depending on the amount of rain we get today is directionally proportional to the posibility of starting the lawnmower.

Child one went out and about last night (21st party I think), child two had a couple of mates over last night (I slept through it) and child three is rekindling his artistic side today, fairly calm day I expect.

Last night my dream included the new (and stupid) bread slicer we got at work, really we swapt a slicer we knew how to cope with to a posessed item of machinery that we just can not ‘click’ with. That was putting it mildly. Sure it takes up less room but we are finding it a little hard to deal with, in particular when we request it to perform its designed task. Anyway, in the dream we wheeled it out to the backdock and tipped it over the edge, thats not the strange part (as I can imagin that happening), but other team members were actually assisting me. wow. Maybe it was the thought of being involved with one of  ‘Jan’s’ crazy but passable (How does she get away with that?) events or the thought of me actually having someone listen to me when seeking assistance… Who knows, it was a dream after all.

Wind and rain about to pick up, I have retrieved the washing from the line… before rain started yay….. will endevour to find the iron and fix the board to sit comfotably whist I iron my uniforms.

Must go clean something, I just heard that my brother may call in today and the house looks exactly the same as when he last visited. sheeesh. I hate housework.

Yay…..

Where’s mine???

That’s right, I said Where’s mine??. Not sure why I felt like asking that, but here I am….. I need a break, yep that’s right I need a holiday, a rest from work, a rest from everybody asking me for something, or to do something for them, or making me feel like I have to do something or get something for them…..OK I can tell I am just tired. Can you tell me when you are done with the puter, what’s for tea, can I have some money, can I have this, oh I ate/used/finished that, oh I want that, pass that to me, can you deliver this injured worker to the doctors oh and stay there, can you get the backdock, do you mind jumping on service, can you take it, can you get this for me, can you take me here there wherever, I want I want I want, oh but I want it now. I am tired, maybe I need an attitude adjustment but I know I am tired.

Sometimes I don’t want to do anything, I want to relax on my days off too, I have washing to do, dishes to do, general cleaning up to do too, sometimes I want to catch up with other people too, I do have a couple of friends too. I want to go to the pictures, I want to go out for coffee, I want to sleep in, I want to just sit in front of the puter, I want to cook something outrageous, I want a beer, I want to lay in bed reading a book, I want to hang washing on the line not rush things through the dryer… I want to get the iron out occasionally, I want to SEE the loungeroom floor occasionally, I want my pillow back, I want to find all my tea-towels, find all my towels fullstop. I want to learn how to use an Ipod, mobile phone etc etc. I want a new pair of shoes, I want to make dinner and there actually be enough forks in the draw for everyone to use…. just once that would be nice. I want to live in the country, who cares……. I am sick of asking people to do the dishes, sick of asking people to put their washing out, sick of asking people to do anything….. So I am not doing it anymore.

I really am tired ain’t I…

Went to the cinema with child three and his friend, saw the latest Terminator movie, as unimpressed as I was at the thought of seeing it, I was thrilled with it, it’s a great movie….. Happy to have seen it now.

Today I slept in, went out for coffee, went to the pictures, sat infront of the puter, did the washing, did the dishes and am now cooking something outrageous (turkey roast with a honey glaze), wonderful day.

Work for the next eight days, two of those days I will be in the city of a first aid thingy, yay, going by train with a couple of other workmates. Should be great except for the mess at Coles when we all get back there. We have very limited staff numbers at the moment, banned from having juniors in most depts until new tax year. Makes it very hard to have a day off or do our first aid stuff. A usual shift at the moment is 30 mins getting our own work done then the rest of the time on service… makes it hard to get stuff done, but I am sure they will meet their budgets……good for them, I hope they enjoy their bonus…..Arseholes. Whatever.

Hope everybody is having a great day… I did.

No ordinary day……

Just another day you might say, well, I say that this is no ordinary day. Perhaps it just another day, the sun is shinning, the birds are singing, the neighbourhood lawnmowers are definitely working and we all have the day off our various work places. So, a typical weekend. But in just a couple of weeks school will open up for the start of another school year. People will be returning home from their vacation sites and everyone will begin their boring lives with their grumpy attitudes again. Including us.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my boring life with my grumpy attitude so much that I find humour in the ‘apparent’ boring lives of others. eg. My next door neighbour mowes his lawn ‘every weekend’, surely the lawn does not require mowing every week, surely he can occupy his time doing something (less noisy) else, but think about it, maybe he needs to get away from his nagging wife, and the furthermost (and loudest) thing he can think of to do is get out of the house and mow the lawn.

I may feel the same way about the bloke down the road who again every weekend is on his knees in his front yard finely combing the ‘weeds’ from his lawn…. I have news for him, after two years of this activity IT’S NOT WORKING as he needs to get out there again next weekend to pull more weeds. Or ‘Roundup’ the entire yard and start from scratch.

There is a kid just down the road who whatever device she is riding she will eventually fall off and hurt herself. Luckily this year her parents got her one of those new skateboard things that move in all directions. Sheeesh, she had enough trouble with the skateboard that just moved forward and backwards.

There is another neighbour who I can hear complain about the squeaking of our clothesline, so now I make sure that it is on its lowest setting to get the most ’squeek’ out of it. Yeah, it’s annoying but I like it.

There are people at work (one in particular) who don’t listen to what you have to say whilst he is barking his orders, the other day I told him to go #### himself, and he said ok well can you get on with that please. He should listen more carefully. Does management studies include a module of turning into  an arsehole?

Anyway, we have been to the pictures a couple of times over the holidays, we saw Bolt which was very good and the other day we saw Bedtime Stories which was also very good. Child three wants to see Yes Man, but it doesn’t appeal to me much and we will see Igor when it comes to the cinemas. Thursdays are our cinema days…… Sounds like another clue to our predictable lives.

Child one is still working full-time, she loves it. Well I hope she likes it anyway. Child two will be 18 on Monday, wow three adults in the house.

Child three sitting next to me reading every word I write, and mumbling something about ‘grounding’ the cat cause he s**t in the veggie garden. Bloody cat.

There is terrible thumping music coming from somewhere in the neighbourhood, and a couple of helicopters buzzing around, one lawnmower and the tv is on with no sound so again I will say that this is just a typical Saturday in the suburbs.

I think we need another holiday, I think I have been bitten by the ‘I want to move to the country’ bug again and are thinking more seriously about that. I would really like to do that. Charters Towers sounds nice.

Toodles…..

A day in the tuckshop?….Hmmm, Sure why not…..

So, I volunteered to spend the day in the school tuckshop. Sounds easy enough,you girls seem to handle it ok, it doesn’t look that hard, sure, I will give it a go.

Firstly, it seems that you must select a subject, person or recent event to whinge and bitch about for the entire day. That was easily selected as a)it’s coming upto the end of the year, b)what’s’her name wasn’t there and c) the PRINCIPAL had the nerve (made an error) to cancel OUR P&C meeting the night before. Once that had been sorted out it’s down to business, eg: running the tuckshop.

Take orders for lunch and morning tea from the kids and staff who wait at the window. (What can I get for this much?). Then when the bell goes for the start of the day, each class sends down their lunch-order basket from each room. Then we sort out the correct payments and log what has been ordered for each break and stack them in a big pile according to grade (and I am sure, alphabetically).

Once we have determined exactly what food has been ordered for the morning tea, we rummage through the fridges and the freezer finding all the items and then we start putting things into various heating devices located in the aging tuckshop kitchen. I search frantically for the different coloured cutting boards (just grab any colour).

I checked the dates on everything so naturally I declared most of the stock as out of date and un-usable (yeah but we use it anyway cause it’s ok……), I then take a couple of moments out of this routine to amend Joshs lunch order as I do not wish him to consume a hotdog that expired in August. I suggested that they should watch out for these dated products cause they can not use them after the best before dates. They seem to think they are ok to use as they were donated the stock. I asked if that included the milk….? As most of those were four days past their use by dates……. I threw them out.

Is now a bad time to ask all you ladies where your hairnets are ? I found the gloves ok… I thought P&C paid for you guys to attend the food safety program….? I think we should send you all to the free one that the council run every year……

Ok so, it gets to about 10 minutes to 11o’clock and it is time to bag up all the kids morning tea orders, firstly we set each grades baskets on the bench then someone sorts out all the bags into the baskets, then we all just collect the bags from one basket at a time and fill each bag with the correct order. phew.

Then the kids come to collect each classes basket. Then tuckshop opens for the rush….. about 35 kids line up waiting for service……. easy, I kept asking for prices of everything…. mainly drinks… until someone said, Janelle all the drinks are $1.50….. Oh I say, you could have told me that earlier….Oh except the large milks (I threw them out), the slushy things, the hot drinks and the lemonade drinks…..Ok, so two types of drinks are $1.50.

Then we have a rush to repeat the collection of refrigerated and frozen foods to start all over again on the lunch orders. One they are in all those heating apparatuses we have a break…. about half an hour, we sit, have a cuppa and a sandwich and get down to the bitching, which was entertaining.

Then the lunch break starts, collection of the baskets repeats itself and a bigger line up appears at the service windows. After a hectic 20 minutes of icecream lollies and slushy drink orders combined with a few noodle orders and a hot chocolate we can clean up, count the monies and get the hell out of the tuckshop. Interrupted only by the appearance of the principal, we voiced our opinion, had our say and we did not accept his appology, we then escaped the confines of the brick hot house.

So, we will see you tomorrow then….. Not likely, but I think I will be here on Friday for the stocktake …. We’re not having a stocktake on Friday…. You are now, cya….

I have a feeling that all the expired stock will have been thrown out by Friday….

I am so tired.