Hello. I haven't written in a while, I know. It's the lack of will to put things in writing. I'm afraid of words of late, both written and spoken. My words. I can't trust them anymore.
But since it's my Name Day today, I thought I'd check in with a little update.
1. Mary's leaving in two weeks, and I shudder at the mere thought of it. Mary's replacement has been with us for three weeks now. Her name is Patricia, and she's 56. Patricia - I love that name. I love the way it looks when it's written (a little less when it's actually said, but it's still nice). She calls herself "Pat," so that's what we call her, too. She's okay. She's not an airhead and she's not power-hungry. No sign of psycho-tendencies so far. We get along. The other day, she said to me: "I'll never be Mary, and I realize that, but I can see that we'll work well together." I told her: "No, you'll never be Mary, but no one expects you to be. You're a different person who's just going to be doing that job. You're you. And just because I'll miss Mary, doesn't mean I won't like you, or won't enjoy working with you." She smiled and put her hand on my arm before she walked away. The good sign was that it didn't bother me - because I hate people I'm not close to touching me, or even standing too close to me. But it seems I'm fine with Pat doing that.
2. Coffee is the source of life. I mean it.
3. Mary thinks we need a furnace at work. We have so many sensitive documents to discard, that shredders just won't do. A furnace.
4. Mary: Wayne asked me to send him ten dust masks and five pairs of safety glasses to site… Do you think that if I sent him twenty dust masks and no glasses, that would do?
I told her absolutely. It's like going to an exam that you haven't studied for, but with eight different-coloured pens - one compensates for the lack of other. It's a well-known fact.
5. I slept 11 hours last night. Went to bed at 5:30 pm, woke up briefly at 11:00 pm, went to the bathroom, drank some water and thought - good one, now I won't be able to fall asleep again, I'll stay up all night, and be tired by the time I have to go to work. Poo! Next thing I know, it's 5:30 am and my alarm is going off.
6. My guinea pig, Browneye, had a little sebaceous cyst on his back, and last week Danny took him to a vet to get it looked at. The vet decided to drain it. She took Browneye to another room to get it done, while Danny waited in her office. He could hear Browneye screaming to high heavens, and nearly ran in there to ask what the hell they were doing to his poor little piggie.
When the vet showed up with Browneye some five minutes later, Danny asked why was Browneye crying so much, didn't they numb him or anything? The vet said that yes, they have numbed the area, but Browneye still reacted with a little "ouch!" to the needle. But the crying Danny heard - that was when they were washing his bottom off the cyst gunk afterwards. He really didn't appreciate having his bum wet. *sigh* Like the vet said during our last visit, "he's just a fatty whinger."
7. Mary: (to Pat) I'll go and find the scissors. I've got a Stanley knife on my desk… (quietly) If you want to start slashing your wrists…
Yes... Work's been a lot of fun lately.
8. The cursor on Pat's computer just got very large. Adjustments in the mouse control panel did bugger all. Pat seems to think it's this particular website that does it - who knows. For now, so as to not waste too much time, she's resigned is a large cursor. Every now and again, she complains about it, though. "It's too big, I hate this big cursor!" Mary told her in this company, we do not tolerate "sizeism."
9th That I know, because it's my Name Day, and since the Aussies have no concept of Name Days and no one celebrates Them here, it's up to me to do something nice for myself. So far, I'm thinking getting a iced latte laaaaarge with, like, five spoons of sugar, and going to bed again at 5:30 pm ... _____________________________
Well hello. I have not written much longer, I know. Somehow I did not want to wear it all into words. I'm afraid something słow recently, both those written as and those uttered. My words, meant. I do not trust them.
But that today is my birthday, it is thought that it would be nice to rig up a scrap there. Such a conglomeration of the last few days will be.
first Mary cares for retirement in two weeks, and shaken me up at the thought. Deputy Mary is with us for three weeks, is apprenticed. Her name is Patricia, is 56 years old. Patricia - I love that name. For being so lovely it looks written down (in pronunciation have less beautiful, but still I like). It presents itself as "Pat," so we also call it so. It seems in order. It has a functioning brain and is not eager for power. So far I did not notice any trends or the so-called "świrowania." So we get along. A few days ago, Pat said to me: "I will never, Mary, and I realized this, but it seems to me that we will work well together." I replied: "No, you will never be Mary, but no one does not expect from you. You're another person who will simply performed the same duties. You is you. And the fact that I will miss Mary does not automatically mean that you do not likes and that I will not liked to work with you. "She smiled then, and before she left, she put me so at a moment his hand on his shoulder. A good omen, I considered the fact that I was not moved - because normally I hate it when people whom I do not know or barely know the spoufalają .
Coffee is the second source of life. I say seriously.
3rd Mary believes that we need jobs here in five. Every day we have so many documents contain corporate secrets to get rid of that simple machine to give advice. furnace.
fourth Mary: Wayne asked me to sent him for the construction of ten masks and five pairs of protective glasses ... you think how he will send zero twenty masks and glasses, then they realize?
I assured her that where. Because it's just like coming into the exam nienauczonym, but with eight different colored pens - one to compensate for lack of a second. It is well known fact.
5th Yesterday I slept 11 hours. Fell asleep around 17:30, woke up at 23:00 for a while, I went to the restroom, drink water, and I thought - no good, now will not sleep until morning, and later I will work a half sleepily, sucks. The next thing I remember is a wake-up call at 5:30 this morning.
6th My pig, Browneye, was with Dankiem the vet last week because of the small cyst zadku. The vet decided to drain it, and took Browneye'a the treatment room, Danny Interestingly, during the wait in her office. Little reportedly shouted in her lungs, Danny nearly popped them there with pretensions that's what they świneczkę as torture. When
Browneye'm vet returned with about five minutes later, Danny asked what was happening, and whether they could somehow numb so it does not hurt. Vet replied that yes, it znieczulili but nevertheless responded, "Ouch!" the injection. And those who cries and lamentations Danek heard it was when he finally rearhand obmywaniu from oil, which leaked from the cyst. Because he does not like to have a wet ass, ot! Well it has identified your vet during our previous wyzyty - "is such a grubaśny zrzędziarz."
7th Mary: (to Pat) Wait, I find some scissors. On the desk I have a small knife ... (quieter) If you had wanted to trim the veins
... Yeah ... It's fun at work is the last.
8th The mouse cursor on the computer something stegocił Pat - great to do. I tried odtegocić mice in the control panel, but it's not possible. Pat believes that it is such a Web site that expands your cursor so - who knows, maybe. For now not to spend too much time to poddałyśmy. But Pat groans from time to time that so great and it upset. Mary told her to be quiet, because here in this company does not tolerate the "rozmiarosizmu."
9th As it is my birthday, and the Australians, this concept is completely alien, and no one is celebrating, the very need for you to do something nice. And so I think that the kupię taka duuuużą mrożoną latte, z pięcioma torebkami cukru, i znow pojdę spać o 17:30…
