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| Tuesday, October 24, 2006 |
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The carrot people asked me to come back AGAIN last weekend. I didn't want to go. After the last meeting I'd settled into a fairly relaxed, zen sort of state about it, and I didn't want to disturb myself. Nevermind that one more meeting is one more chance to totally screw it up. But back I went, and it was fine, although my ego took a small battering as I discovered who my competitors were. Because there are only so many carrots to go around, you know. Now, however, I am fidgety and anxious and moody, and I still have to wait a week or so for their final decision. Oh boy, I want this bad.
I got home from work yesterday and decided to work off some nervous energy by digging dirt out of the soon-to-be-destroyed planter box. You know, there's more dirt in a planter box than I had realised. I injured myself with the wheelbarrow. If you have an overloaded wheelbarrow, and you tip it sideways, DO NOT remain between the handles while you tip it. Just trust me on that.
Three more days at work for Mr Ata. Although I don't think Friday should count, seeing as he has to hand back his laptop at lunchtime and there is a four-hour "farewell lunch" planned (two others are leaving on the same day). After which he and his boss and probably a few others intend to go to PJ O'Briens for "happy hour". Ata shall turn up for a short time wearing her red-and-black-and-white dress (someone actually tooted their horn at Ata wearing that particular dress whilst crossing a road last week) that was cheap at Target and make sure Mr Ata's ex-workmates are jealous of him, but she won't stay. Ata doesn't like happy hour. We went last week - with BIL#2 and a uni friend - and the bar was full of rowdy drunken Adelaide Uni students. Two seperate pub crawls. One of them attempted to dance with Ata. Ata looked serenely straight ahead and kept walking until she walked past a table and he walked into it. To be honest, Mr Ata is not that much of a drinker - but his boss can get through a bottle of Scotch on his own in an evening and still turn up to work the next day. Mr Ata has recently decided that he likes to go out with his brother and feel sociable on a Friday evening. Ata likes to go home and watch Midsomer Murders, but she occasionally lets herself be talked into spending an hour or so shouting at people she doesn't know well in a dimly-lit room. She usually still gets home in time for Midsomer Murders anyway.
Dammitdammitdammit I want the carrot. I think maybe I'll go outside and smash the planter box to keep my mind off it. |
posted by Ata @ 6:17 pm  |
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Oh sending lots and lots of good vibes into Ata's direction for the carrot people to forget everything about 'competiters'. Ata is the best, Ata is the best! Give her the carrot! :D
I wish there would be places here i could go to and meet people and shout at people in a dim-lit-room. Maybe there is but i don't know them. I still can shout at people in a full-lit room on thursday nights at the game club tho. heh. And drink beer.
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*also sends good vibes*
Good luck, Ata!
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*makes ata some carrot juice*
It's a very calming, soothing juice, you know. And exceedingly good for you.
Everything is crossed for you in this hemisphere!
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Oh sending lots and lots of good vibes into Ata's direction for the carrot people to forget everything about 'competiters'. Ata is the best, Ata is the best! Give her the carrot! :D
I wish there would be places here i could go to and meet people and shout at people in a dim-lit-room. Maybe there is but i don't know them. I still can shout at people in a full-lit room on thursday nights at the game club tho. heh. And drink beer.