Singular Scene

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Capable is a Mill Stone

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Hard to know what to post today without being rather reflective. But am going to post anyway…

I have come face to face with the end of my capabilities and am in that awkward place where one has to say to God “ok, you take it from here”

I am not comfortable with that place.

Nope

Not at all.

Not even a little bit…

I am way too capable for my own good most of the time and tend to manage very well on my own. But now I am in a job I can’t do with my eyes closed …

Now I am living with a guy who has no idea about living with other people… He hasn’t said 2 words to me today, and we work AND live together… I know it’s just his way but trying to share my living space with someone so self contained is like living with the invisible man. You can tell that he is there, you can feel his presence, but you can’t connect with him.

Not my ideal way to live really…

A bit lonely even.

Then, I go to church on Sunday evening, not because I really feel like it but because my soul feels COMPELLED to go and it was awesome in a “God is on my case” kind of way. Which is also totally terrifying to a capable sort of girl.

I’m aware that to go ahead I have to come to the end of me or else I will be stuck right here the same as I ever was, and I know there is more to me than that… But to go ahead is to leave myself in the hands of God and that is where the capable control freak freaks right on out of here…

Clean as a State of Mind

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I have the distinct feeling that if Bliss could see the state of this house she would either laugh or be furious… it has never looked so clean, I am sure she had no idea I had it in me!!!

I am reluctant to admit that it is pride that has kept it this way, that and a fear that if the Count caught a glimpse of this place in anything other than pristine condition he would have no problem letting the dishes pile up or leave stuff lying around… As a consequence, the dishes are done the minute they are used and the living room doesn’t even look lived in… I can see that the next 9 weeks are going to make me a much better housekeeper…

Bliss would be so proud…

(By the way, I am feeling rather warm and fuzzy that the Kiwi cricket players beat the Australians today in a one day game. There are few things that make a New Zealander more satisfied … I have lived here for the best part of 6 years and I still can’t support the Aussies (pronounced Ozzys) in sport. We were thrashed by them in the test series so the victory today is even sweeter… )

Count Me In

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He moved in today.

The Count, I mean.

I think it’s going to be ok, I will probably get used to the toilet seat being up won’t I? I feel like it should irritate me but do you think it’s something I should make an issue about? I’m not sure, because if I get piqued about that already when there are likely to be more irritating things to get piqued about in the future I might be going half the way towards making this more difficult than it’s going to be.

I actually think I might have a few bad habits to break myself and may in fact not be a prize to live with having set the tone and embarassed myself already by forgetting that there is now a bloke about who is not used to living with girls in the house. I made the mistake of leaving certain girly things lying around in the bathroom and going out in a hurry to come home and find he’s been home and in the bathroom making his way around my unmentionables and doing his laundry…

Good grief… I think I should be living alone….

Thai me Up and Leave me to Starve

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I’ve a hate relationship with Telstra our national Telco (henceforth referred to as “Tellsomeonewhocares”) … This is because I believe their service to be apalling and their prices extortionate. So I don’t use them. My calls are carried by “the competition”. However there are times where contact with “Tellsomeonewhocares” becomes unaviodable.

This evening was one such time…

As I said Hooroo to the lads at work and was about to leave on the button of 5pm, I remembered one crucial bit of website administrating I had forgotten to do so switched on ‘flightdeck’ to get things back on track. Of course, it always takes 2x as long to do something when you are in a hurry… So at 5:40 I left the building and as I was driving home I decided that a Thai takeaway would be in order as I had to be at work (sitting on babies) at 7pm.

Not being in posession of the number for my local Thai establishment I called “Tellsomeonewhocares” to ask them to connect me.

Now… having been so flustered that I couldn’t pronounce the name of said local I did my best with the rather impatient “Tellsomeonewhocares” representative who answered my 1223 inquiry. When I explained what I wanted she flippantly directed me to a number, which I dialled, and which was answered by a suitably Thai sort of voice.

Of course, being that such establishments are staffed by non english speaking persons I did not hear the correct articulation of the name of that fine restaurant so had no reason to suppose that there was anything untoward going on.

Until I showed up to collect my dinner.

It was emphatically not waiting for me and there was no record of a Chicken and Cashews (no mushrooms) with small boiled rice for a ‘D’

Bu**er

I rang the number given my by “Tellsomeonewhocares” and found that my dinner was waiting for me across town… I apologised profusely, tried to explain in broken Thai (actually, very loud English) that I would not be coming to pick up dinner and they could charge “Tellsomeonewhocares” for the food. And waited another 15 minutes for my local to cook for me.

Now… if my ‘friendly’ “Tellsomeonewhocares” operator had been less concerned with meeting her quota of information calls, she may have extended her time allocation to me to actually give me some kind of restaurant in an approximation of my neighbourhood.

But no… she fully confirmed my distaste for the company and decreased the opinion held by my Thai friends in the restraunt trade in Mosman…

When will they learn that customer service is the means to their success? Oh right… they are government owned.. they can do as they please…