Friday morning was a little startling for me this week. I discovered that my mailbox had been broken into, and all my mail was gone. I knew there was bank statements in the box due to finding one on the ground the day before and putting it back in the box. I should clear my mail more often, but I can’t be bothered since I don’t get my bills in the mail except for Telstra, who sends me reminders I owe them 15 cents, but i don’t need to pay it yet. That was the only thing they missed, I found that bill between two newspapers, they kindly left behind.

I wandered into work with my busted padlock and called the police, then called my bank to advise them of the theft, and to add extra passwords onto my account. I am concerned about identity theft, but there wasn’t enough to take, but they could set up direct debits to my bank account. I will notice the money coming out so that should be ok, as the lady I spoke to said I can dispute the charges and get them reversed.

This isn’t really something I want to deal with, 3 weeks from my trip.

Second thing I did on Friday was in the evening, running around the city with JJ, she got a tattoo, and I have one that I am going to get done probably next week. The tattoo shop was clean, smelling of disinfectant, with John Lennon blaring from the stereo and in contrast, a big, and I mean BIG tough tattoo-faced man was busy on a male customer, who looked quite hunky with his shirt off. He had a nipple ring, hadn’t seen one of those before on a man, so I had some eyecandy to check out whilst JJ had her tattoo emblazoned on her shoulder.

My thoughts are if you are going to get a tattoo, why get it somewhere you are not going to see? The tattoo I have chosen, is going to go on the underside of my right forearm. Just about 10 cms from the wrist. I want to see what I have done to myself.  It’s a rose - girly, none of these chinese characters. I know people who read the tattoos on hapless victims who don’t know that the combination of three characters, means “small soft mountain” rather than “strength” as they believe it should mean, and have a good giggle at the idiot’s expense.

To summarise last week, I have cooked, started the process of cleaning all my clothes and doing a clean out of my wardrobe. Started to clean the flat, ensured I am not working 6 days a week for the next 2 weeks.  I am doing well at work, there will be things to think about soon enough.

1/4 cup of water,

half a teaspoon of garlic; chili; cumin; basil & oregano,

2 teaspoons of curry

1 tablespoon of olive oil
2 stock cubes, 1 added in when the mince is added,

Simmer for an hour,
After the mince is cooked add half teaspoon of curry thrown in on top, and the other stock cube added at this point aswell,

Add chopped apple, and assorted vegetables drizzled a dash of olive oil over the vegies,
let it simmer for another hour and a half
Normally I might add a quarter cup of milk in the closing stages, however, not always necessary.

It’s not perfect, but it’s tasty.

ahh the keen sharpness of regret stabbed me in the heart today when i was looking at a friend’s user icon.

One of my wee beasties is terminally ill. i think of the fact that she lives with my X, i don’t see her or the others like i am used to.

perhaps i took her and the others for granted.

i miss my cats. Filling my home with cat statues and figurines, does not make up for the companionship i lack.

I need to confess to my blogbuddies, some of whom are from the state of Queensland that I bag out queenslanders on a regular basis. Mainly due to the types of phone calls i get from QLD.

The average person I talk to is usually from NSW or Vic, they talk fast, talk snappy and expect everything to be done on that moment. PPl from Queensland.. aren’t quite the same. They are … different.

They call up to complain, and talk slow, they call up to ask questions about their services and talk slow.. infact, before I have taken down their username or mobile number, I am already asking some of them, how is queensland today.

It is fair to say, that most people in our call centre, well most call centre workers who deal with national calls will let fly a few jokes about queensland. Now I have nothing against them, think they are great.. but you really need to listen to some calls where you have an angry queenslander, that doesn’t shout.. “but.. talks… like… this… because, he.. is … really.. angry…”

I have been caught out bagging QLD’ers in front of natives.. and tonight when I was hanging out on IRC I had the following exchange..

[19:55] *squigly* LLLLLLOOOOOLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY
[19:55] *squigly* i have to yell really loud for you to hear me in WA
[19:55] -lolly- no you dont
[19:55] -lolly- you just look like a queenslander
[19:55] -lolly-
[19:55] *squigly* i am a queenslander
[19:56] -lolly- oh
[19:56] -lolly- heh
[19:56] -lolly- …

So, I would like to apologise to those people from Queensland. For making fun of a wonderful warm.. lazy talking, huggable bunch of people..

I didn’t go to work today, my ears were playing up. I made a booking to go to the doctor’s in the afternoon and went back to bed to see if I would make myself feel better and it worked for a while. I had to rush around to get to the doctor’s since I had to borrow mum’s car from my sister and stress about getting to the doctor’s on time.

I got there and waited, got complimented on my totally awesome bag and then saw this enormous man walking through the waiting room. He was dressed in tracksuit pants and top with scrappy looking sandshoes. He carried a broken plastic mug and his hair looked scruffy. No biggy, just another patient. I sat quietly listening to a couple of people talking about the out of control kids in the neighbourhood running around the knives, and the man sitting next to me smelt like an alcoholic.

Eventually my name was called, I wandered into the doctor’s office and the man sitting at the desk was the dude who was wearing the tracksuit wandering around the surgery earleir. He asked me a few questions and I asked him some questions and he made a series of assumptions about me as he was checking my blood pressure. He asked me if I smoked, not once, but three times. Was he deaf? No I don’t smoke. Dr McTardo. Of course my BP was high, it is always high when I am at the doctors, but I was irritated with him so it got higher. Then he told me to stay away from the fatty foods in europe as he looked at me.

Excuse me, but I am the one who has lost weight, he much have weighed at least 50 kilos more than me, judging from the way he was wheezing and puffing - and why should I listen to a man who spoke like one of those english doctors on TV, and dressed like a hobo, and basically told me I was crap. Asshat. I asked for a referral to an ENT and he wouldn’t even give me that.

Well it’s not really about that, but I wanted to upgrade a ticket so I could get a Roskilde Tent, already put up, with a number, and it’s a collectible item afterwards as you get to take it home! They advertised the getatend promo, and then said email info@ and then didn’t say much else except for today..

Fra: freakychick
Sendt: 5. maj 2006 16:56
Til: info
Emne: Get A Tent - where is your reply

Hi

My friend emailed you regarding upgrading one of the tickets to a Get A Tent. The newsletter email I receive stated you would reply with information on how to convert his ticket. No such reply has been received. Please advise what we must do to upgrade one of the tickets he has for a Get A tent ticket. Thanks

So I get a reply..

Hi,

If you go to www.billetnet.dk, you can purchase an additional Get A Tent ticket.

Med venlig hilsen/best regards,
Anders Hjortkær
Kommunikationsmedarbejder
Roskilde Festival
www.roskilde-festival.dk

Obviously he didn’t read my email. I don’t want to purchase another ticket. So I said so.

He replied back with this:

You will need to buy an additional Get A Tent ticket - that’s the only way around it, I’m afraid.

Med venlig hilsen/best regards,
Anders Hjortkær
Kommunikationsmedarbejder
Roskilde Festival
www.roskilde-festival.dk

Fine. but by then, I have the ticket I want. So I replied with this:

It’s fine…

I found on the billetnet.dk site, an option to buy the tent ticket only (500DKK) without needing to buy another Roskilde ticket for 1300+kr (since I already have one of those). Maybe you could direct people to this link?

http://www.billetnet.dk/html/venue.htmI?l=EN&venue=ROF

Regards,

freakychick

No reply yet, but I wouldn’t expect one, he waited until the end of his working day to send me the so sorry but i am totally incapable of giving you the correct website to purchase our tent, which really isn’t worth 500DKK but we thought it was a good idea at the time.

I now have access to free hot water, and free food, and no work, and no rush to get to the tent in the first place.

So, Yesterday as I was wandering up the driveway I found a note on my car. It was wet, since it had been placed the night before, and it went something like this..

“Dear Mrs Inconsiderate, you are parked in a visitors bay, and whilst your car may be enjoying the parking area, it is obviously a wreck and should be towed away so that i can have my friends visit and use the space. I am in the process of finding out if I can get it towed.”

what a bitch! If I find out who wrote that email I am going to claw her eyes out. If the fucker who owns the 4WD would stop parking in my bay then I would have moved my “wreck of a car” to my bay and let it rot there. I commented a few weeks ago that my car is dead due to a busted headgasket, it sat for 4 weeks under a hibiscus tree, how else is it going to look after the tree drops its flowers!! PLUS I am MISS Inconsiderate thanks.
All that aside, I took the car to my sister’s place after i went out to lunch today, which leads to the next paragraph.

I went out today for dimsum with friends. I thought I was going to miss it because I overslept, however that wasn’t the case as one of my friends was nice enough to offer to pick me up (i was going to bus it). I was at the lunch, didn’t talk much, I think I have lost touch with some of my friends, and moving on. It’s hard when I am now the single person in the group and everyone is coupled up. I didn’t feel like I belonged, I think perhaps I should trying and go out more often and meet new people. I don’t belong there.

My uncle passed away last week, he had cancer and it was a release for him.

He’s not having a funeral, so the family had a gathering tonight and we ate food, got a little drunk, hugged and cried.

I refused to call him since I did my goodbye thing last year in november. Gave him a hug and told him I loved him. So I put a notice in the paper, just a gesture.

When I hugged my cousin, Marc when he was leaving, I thought, and felt, like I was hugging my uncle. As I opened my mouth to say, “You hug like Uncle Paul” Marc said to me, “this is from dad” and I knew that it was from my uncle. So I told him that he hugged like Uncle Paul.

He had lung cancer. I am so glad I never picked up a cigarette.