I have a habit of not checking my mail, something to do with usually receiving bad news etc, like, I have direct debit for everything, and ebills so that I don’t have to worry about anything and it all just comes out of my account. So he knows how bad I am with it, so he started nagging me about checking my mail. I checked it last week, nothing there, and I checked it this week, nothing there.. but that wasn’t the case.

I managed to get it out of him that there was a package being sent to me. How exciting! I rushed home from my parents to re-check the mailbox. When I checked on Friday night, there were spider webs everywhere so I squealed like a girl and didn’t check further. So last night, I got out the torch and there it was, stuck to the metal. I have a leak in my mailbox it seems.  After indepth questioning, I guessed at least one of the items was a tin opener, Some books and a piece of glass. I was excited. I rushed down to the post office today and collected the package, rushed home.

I opened the box, and sure enough, there were books, a tin opener and a box with glass in it. I wondered what it was, he did say it wasn’t a cat figurine, and that it could be used as a paperweight if I wanted. So I opened it up - and there it was. A 3D portrait of him lasered into the glass. I am ashamed to admit it, but I cried and hugged it close. He felt so far away, but he’d sent me this awesome gift - he doesn’t like photo’s so it’s amazing that now I have a permanent memento of him etched in glass to me. And then I nearly dropped it onto the glass table and cracked it. Just a corner, so then I started laughing. I’m such an idiot.

When he got home tonight I was so grateful I think he was embarrassed, and then I confessed to him what I’d done.

“so I transported safely home, packed it, sent it across the seas and continents, it arrives safely in Australia, and then within 5 minutes of it being opened, it’s cracked?”

“yep”

“I see”

I can see he will be getting mileage out of this slight defect now, and that it was caused by me :>

But he’s an awesome boyfriend!

I’ve updated my gallery software, and added a couple of plugins on this blog just to make life interesting.

I am sure the Swede would be unhappy if he knew I was still up, so I won’t tell him anything.

I’ll see if this photo plugin works…

Nope, it doesn’t.. ah well not to be too surprised.

Sweet, I found another way of getting images into the post. Most cool. This btw, is a canola field in the south of Sweden. The photo doesn’t really do justice to the colour…

ok off to bed now.

I moved to subi a few months ago, and I live in a block of units surrounded by crazy women. One woman apparently had some strokes and they gave her the equivalent of a frontal labotomy. She told me to say hello to the previous tenant which I have now done. He told me some interesting stories about her.

Apparently, she used to walk into his flat, uninvited and make herself tea and then chat with him, so he apparently decided to walk out of the shower nude. That stopped her from coming into the flat, but then that left me thinking I should vacuum the shag pile carpets a bit more. The idea of knowing that the previous tenant wandered around the flat in the nude, and that I work with him, and now I have a horrible image of a short hairy man with a mullet walking around nude in my flat stuck in my head. [claws her eyes out]

No more visa talk at the moment, it’s stressful, but on the flip side, I’m finally gripped the bull by the horns, and getting counselling!  Today, all I did was talk about myself, and my story and a little bit on how I felt about the X. I don’t put up too many public posts about stuff because I don’t always feel comfortable. This really sometimes is just a puff piece blog, and I don’t want to be emo. I’m too old for that.  I’m going to get the counselling done for a couple of months, mainly to learn to make time for myself.

I’m getting nervous about having a flat mat move in. I haven’t spoken to her for a couple of weeks, and i realise I am going to have to change a lot of my habits. I’m very used to living by myself, and I am hoping that she realises I have no intention of sharing my life with her forever. Once MM gets here and we sort the visa, he’s a permanent fixture in my life. I didn’t have to change a lot when MM was here last, he’s like me. Ah dear.. :/

My work is good, no bitching needed there, some awesome people now where I am. Great boss, great team and all that Jazz.. hey ! I have no complaints really on that point.

What is new and stressful is trying to figure out the type of visa I can import MM with. Most are out, so we’re now looking at defacto visa, or the prospective marriage visa.. not sure which is scarier.  The idea of commitment … makes my mouth go dry. Am I ready?

I went to the doctors to get a med cert, and ended up getting blood tests taken.

I told him how I was feeling when he asked me. I was tired, very tired, cranky, needing sleep. Mood swings, cold, depressed, anxious, and that I really was happy - great job, moved, in love all that kind of crap. Thing that worried me was that I’ve been getting sick a lot recently.

He was humming some weird irish tune, and clicking on lots of buttons, and printed out  a blood test thingy. He then pushed me out the door, and into the next room where a nice nurse took 4 vials of blood. I’m getting all the tests, including the blood sugar one and cholesterol one. Not too concerned about the blood sugar test, but am about the cholesterol.. I haven’t had a check for a while.

He told me about some interesting stats about why I could be so tired, and we shall see. I’d be worried, but I’m not. I’ll find out the news next week about what is wrong with me. I’m looking forward to it

I have picked up a flat mate, and she will be moving in mid july. I am looking forward to having a person around, might lessen my lonely issues and help me sleep better at night. Whilst I am waiting for my swede, I should keep positive about it all. I have a couple of concerns, but nothing too major.

1: Her room needs to be fixed, it does smell of damp, and I’d rather she didn’t move in if it means she’s subjected to that smell.

2: I don’t want to “nest” so to speak. I’m living here and putting in time in this flat, living out of boxes which fit into my bedroom (only just). When my swede comes over, we will live in this small box until we figure out our next move. This means I don’t want to go halves in furniture with a housemate.

I have discussed the “putting down roots” thing with her, so I’m sure that things will work out for the best. MM and I will be doing what we can to organise some kind of long term visa for him. I’d like him working When he’s here, the rent will increase for me, and I need to make sure I can afford it.

I have a car bay, I have no privacy for the “balcony” area, but - I can definitely get some tree like bushes to give me some privacy. I think it’s ok. I will be having a friend move in, I hope she understands it is small! The real estate dude I met to sign the lease was quite hot too.. He found me entertaining as we talked and I cracked some jokes about the new flat.

I’m moving because it’s ridiculous to pay rent for where I am living now when it’s a bit of a hole, and he wants $290 per week for it. Instead, I move closer to Perth and work,  within 5kms walking of the city, and only pay $230 per week. I should really get my arse into gear and start packing so I guess I’ll do that on Wednesday night and Thursday.

I’m over the whole X work thing now. I have moved on, and feeling happier in my mind. Seeing the truth coming out has been therapeutic for me.  I think life is good. I pause when writing the blog, because it’s not that I don’t have the time to write, it’s I don’t wish to write as much.  I obviously still have some angsty issues to deal with, but with the chances increasing that my blog will be found by one of my employers one day, not sure I would want them to know how much of a freak I am..

So where does this leave me and my writing. I don’t know, but I guess that sort itself out in the long term, not leaving though. Just still writing thoughts.

I encountered a rude bus driver on the way home, I have written in a complaint tonight and sent it in… So it’s written below.

Have a good night all, happy June!

Feel free to just reply to me in email, I work in a Call Centre doing shift work.

My complaint is regarding a rude bus driver I dealt with tonight who was taking me home.

I had no idea that the bus stop near Eastpoint on Adelaide Terrace was closed. The travel easy advice for 28/05 did not appear in my email. I have checked spam and trash can to make sure.

As I was walking to the bus stop, I noticed there was a Crane type truck in front of the bus stop and witches hats’ so I didn’t go near the bus stop, I stood about 25 metres further down the road so I could hail the bus and so they could see me.

When I flagged it down, it stopped further down, for that I am grateful, so thank you to him for that.

What I am not grateful about is the rudeness of the bus driver who had a go at me when I got on the bus. He said to me something like: “what is wrong with you people, don’t you know the bus stop is closed?”

I told him I didn’t know, I had just got out from work.

He replied “there’s a big sign on the bus stop, can’t you read?”

I told him I didn’t see the sign

he raised his voice again and said how could I miss it it’s a big sign.

I replied as I swiped on, that I didn’t walk all the way to the bus stop, so I didn’t see it.

Now, i’m glad he picked me up, there are other bus drivers on that route which is the last 103 to Fremantle at 23.39 at that stop who are very nice and polite.

Like them, I finish late from work, I’m tired, and given that I work as a Manager and run Customer Service team in a call centre, I expect to be shouted at by angry customers. I don’t expect to be shouted at by the man who is taking me home after I’ve worked nearly 11 hours.

If he’s that cranky about driving the last bus to Fremantle then maybe he should swap shifts. If I thought it was safe enough walking through the city at night so I could catch the train home, I would. At least then I don’t get abused by the train guards on the Fremantle line.

Regards,

Lori

Update: Transperth rang me to tell me they were going to take action with my complaint. Apparently he’d been complained about before, and they thought perhaps a written warning would do. For some reason they asked me if he should have one. Shit, that’s not my job, but I don’t think I should be asked if he should get one! I almost felt sorry for the driver, but he was the abusive one, not me.