There is a reason that I used to work 50 hour weeks and that I only work half that now. Actually there are two reasons, and one of them is that there was indeed a time I was juggling 2.5 jobs soon after M disappeared, but another, and I think more important reason, is that when you work in an office and people are making you fucking wait and wait and wait, the wait is work. I still spend a lot of time waiting for other people to finally shit out some sort of product or service now; enough to make me pretty pissy. But now that I work at home (or as is the case presently out bush, or from Luke Duke's house next week, etc.), I can organize things so that the wait really is work - the wait is when I work. Fuck, I sound like one of those "How To Have A Life That Doesn't Suck Even When You're a Wage Slave Trying to Buy Back Your Freedom From Your Mortgage Company" book. But there you are.
Still lovely out here, though a spot of rain brought out all the fucking mosquitoes. I fucking hate mosquitoes, but luckily the sheer fucking quantity of mosquitoes in that first hole of a "house" where we lived down by the river in L--- is giving me some perspective. Mosquitoes in northern Ontario are ratbastards, but at least they're not fucking legion like they are in the subtropics. I'm curious to see how the new house is gonna be for the little fucks this summer, which will be almost underway by the time I get back. My guess is it'll be fine because of all the ceiling fans. I hope so. Since our days in Australia are numbered (even if it's a pretty high number) I really want to whole-heartedly embrace and enjoy the good climate, even if the mosquitoes are also embracing and enjoying it, the little bloody turds.
Speaking of which, have I ever showed you this? It really needs to be heard in its entirety and I agree almost completely
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Epic song.
Also, please write the "How To Have A Life That Doesn't Suck Even When You're a Wage Slave Trying to Buy Back Your Freedom From Your Mortgage Company" book. I am interested in pointers. I generally don't have to wait for anyone to do my work but that doesn't change the fact that most of the products my teams spit out are evil in one way or another.
I wouldn't have any advice besides the standard, which is make yourself indispensable to your company and then ask for whatever you want.
I too live in the sub-tropics...made the mistake of stepping out for a barefooted smoke last night.
Nazis of the bug world treated my feet like Poland in 1939. For about 15 minutes, I contemplated just cuttin' 'em off.
I'd buy and read that book too! Mosquitoes have been dogging me around the back yard all summer, the little fuckers. Love the song!
E.F., I've found neem oil works well. Unfortunately it also works well at smelling like rotten onions boiled in cofee and at making sure my boyfriend can't stomach touching me.
Dale, advice 2: make lots of money, buy a cheap house . . .
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