Oh Deer!

I was pretty excited about this weekend. The Old Man was going to drive down from NSW to stay with me at my place for about ten nights. (My mum’s gone overseas to explore the Wild West – wish I could have gone too but I’ve had no steady work since the end of June. So while she’s in America we thought it would be a good time for him to visit). He went to bed early last night so we didn’t talk before bed like we usually do. He’s mad, choosing to drive down each time he sees me in Melbourne but he says he doesn’t mind and I agree that it is easier having a car when we’re together. He’s a tradie so he’s used to getting up early but today he was on his way at 3 in the morning. I wasn’t even awake for my “midnight” pee until sometime after 4 am.


I woke up properly around 8.30ish. I could hear the beep of the answering machine in the kitchen. I hadn’t realised I’d left it on. Our phone is so annoying, you can’t hear it ring from my room but you can hear the beep of a missed call. I assumed it was The Old Man with an update on his progress. By that time of day he should have made some decent time. So I didn’t bother getting up to check the machine. I lay there lazily thinking about being with him.

That is a pretty good depiction of how we do it. (Minus the glasses).

I even decided to have a wank with the help of my vibrator, in dildo mode, and one of my gay short story collections. (Gay and Lesbian porn does it for me because they describe oral so well. It’s my thing so I like hearing about it from both sides of the experience. Both sources do a wonderful job). Thinking I’ll be getting the real thing later today, with some “man-woman sex” thrown in. (That expression sticks in my mind from the coming out episode of Ellen. Very funny. Pity about her chat show.)


When I finally went to check the machine and turn my mobile on there was a surprising and disturbing message. He’d been in an accident so I called him right away. First off let me reassure you that he’s all right. His car on the other hand is a write off. He hit a deer. I mean of all the things you can imagine would you even think of that? Once I was reassured he was okay I said, “I didn’t even know we had deer in Australia.” Apparently there are some feral ones up around his part of the country. Why anyone introduced them here in the first place I have no idea. So now he’s waiting by the phone and trying to organise a new car and new travel plans. The last time he called it seemed fairly certain that if he got a new car we’d move the visit to next weekend.


We were going to have a get together tomorrow so he could get to know some of my friends and my sister a bit better. I’m going to have it anyway – I asked him if he’d mind and he said it was all right. I feel like having a bit of company. We won’t be able to next weekend because I’ve got two friends birthdays then. I’m going to dinner with a date wow! LOL. I’m actually a bit nervous about it, but it’s mostly the age difference. My friends aren’t rude though so I know it will be fine.


Annoyingly putting my sexual needs first also meant I missed a call from my mum letting me know she arrived safely and had gone to see the salt lake of Salt Lake City. She sounded well. I’m glad as she was a bit stressed out before the trip, travel anxiety I know how that goes.

Miss Communication

I’m thinking of changing my name. I got a bit upset at work, well before work more accurately when on Thursday I got a call from my boss. Someone had been complaining about the desks and she also made a comment about the state of the elevators. I admit I don’t do a good job of them but I find that task particularly hard to do. I’ve tried to follow their instructions on how to do it properly but it still ends up all smeared and ugly looking. The phone call really put me off and got me depressed about showing up for work that night. I sent off emails to some of the men in my life. The kind of emails they don’t really want to get. Shit! (Sorry guys).

I thought I would cry or drink on the job and perhaps cut my wrists afterwards but surprisingly it wasn’t that bad a night. It was however rather frustrating. I cleaned all the desks – which I do everyday anyway! And yes some are dusty but when there is crap on them and computers that I can’t shift easily to reach behind then yes there might be some dust around. I do what I can on a time “budget.” Afterwards one of the guys who supervises me came to give them all a ‘detailed’ clean with a chemical I don’t even have access too. We had a little chat and he mentioned how it took him and another guy 9 hours to do all the desks on level Two. So excuse me if I can’t get them all to sparkle on my 3.5 hour shift when I have a shit load of other things to do in the reception, mezzanine AND level One! God the overtime I do for these people and it is still complaint after fucking complaint!

This doubling up of work happened in the elevators that night as well. I nearly screamed, “I’ve done them already!” I don’t know what is more annoying. I was meant to get personal instruction on how to do the evaluators that night but it never happened. Instead when I was looking for my Fast Glass (or spray ‘n’ wipe) I found my two supervisors doing them, with my Fast Glass. That pissed me off. And why the hell didn’t they tell me they were sending in my supervisors to do a detail desk clean? You know, before I go and do it myself. So annoyed! Terry tells me that’s good enough reason to quit. I wish.

I’m not happy that my old cleaning boss hasn’t returned my calls or got back to me with an update on the shift she offered me at my old work site. I’m thinking/hoping I will go visit the site, and hopefully her, on Monday morning. Catch her on her way out. I’ll have to ask in person. I don’t seem able to get through on the phone. I just need to know. Although my hope has crumbled, after all it’s been a week and a half of waiting and not knowing what the hell has happened to her. I was supposedly meant to start on the Tuesday after I accepted her offer of the new shift.

On the bright side – though I still find it a bit dim to be honest - this Friday I managed to do an excellent job of the elevators. I took the advice I was given over the phone and so far it seems to be working. It’s still a bugger of a job though. You get some of the chemical for the steal on the glass and it’s just smudge city. I know that to do it properly is going to take some time. I’ll see how it goes after a few more days of doing it the right way. If I’m ending half an hour later – as I tend to do anyway – I’m going say I want to get paid for it, (for a change). Not being as blunt as that though. If they look at the sign-in book they’ll see how much overtime I do. Yeah....I’m kidding myself aren’t I? They haven’t listened before.

Not very interesting but I needed to vent.

I don’t think I communicate very well here, in chat, email or text. Not based on some of the responses I get; so much for technology making it easier to communicate with people.