October 22nd, 2008

Willow

Mission Unsuccessful

I've been turning a blind eye but that is one mishap too many! Just nicked out to go get a cup of coffee and my heel of my lovely summer sandal broke - luckily I had a spare pair of shoes under my desk (because I am lazy).

I've got light bulbs blowing all over my house and so I am being plunged further and further into darkness.

Monday I popped home in my lunch break to pick something up and it wasn't till I got out of my car and looked at my house that I realised I had left my keys at work. Raced to my Mum's to see if she was there - she was and I was able to borrow my spare set.

Yesterday I went to the gym with A_ (and discovered I had lost weight from last week - yay!) and then after the session realised I had left my keys inside my building that was now locked. Luckily there was someone still working in the main building who had a set of keys.

I seem to be just stuffing up on things because I am not thinking properly lately. I mean yes, if I was an optomistic person, I would look at the above and say, but the message is that the Universe *loves* me and had backups for all the problems that seem to be arising. But I am actually very tired and worn out and a tad grumpy today. (I loved those shoes!)

Willow

Hob nobbing

Long time readers of my blog will remember that my Post Office burned down not long after the block of flats next to mine exploded. Gosh that was a fun year, wasn't it? That wasn't even the worst of it - the ex's Dad took his decline on April Fools Day (while our flat was still part of a crime scene) and was in and out of ER for most of the year, passing away in August, the very week we moved into the house we had just built. Then there was the Dad's mistress and how she ran off with all the contents of the house and tried to further defraud the ex and his sister.

That's much of the backstory as to how I ended up in mental distress. Good times. I don't miss living that level of drama at all!

It seems that my Post Office has been back up and running for a year now! Wow, has it been that long? I love my post office - it's right near my parent's place, near my childhood local deli where I still like to shop and near a kosher bakery. It also stays open to 6pm every night which means I can always get to the Post Office and they are so helpful with posting things the most economical way. They know me by name. They've followed my moving home, splitting from the ex and needing to redirect my mail, all the books and art I posted home from World Fantasy Con (and then had redirected to my Nana's, whilst they wondered why the heck I was posting to myself and then redirecting) and they know my mail. It's weird but they share all the books as they come in and go out and the funny things that people sometimes send to me or affectionately address to me.

When they had to close for over 6 months whilst the Post Office was rebuilt, we all got new boxes out at Mirrabooka - that's a suburb that my mother won't let me go to in the bright hour of noon, let alone past on the way home from work. Plus, they aren't open after 5pm and have all the PO boxes in this enclosed area with glass door access. Not gonna pop in there at 6.30 at night. And on top of that, pretty much all my mail is bigger than my box - I opted for a small box in the first place since my lovely Post Office is open till 6pm so it's no big deal to collect the red cards and walk straight in to collect the packages. There was no way I was going to stand in the Saturday morning queue to collect my 15 small boxes once a week. Besides, I love *my* Post Office experience.

I had all my mail redirected for the length of time they were out of action and insisted on returning to my Post Office and my box - number 3027. I would wait for them, no matter how long it took. Apparently there was some interesting politics where several of the local Post Offices tried to pinch my Post Office's clientele. And apparently more than 65% of us vehemently objected. The day I did it at Mirrabooka, there were 3 or 4 others doing the same.

And tonight, the Post Office is treating us to a hob nob with wine and cupcakes (how could they ever *not* be "my people"?) and show bags! My sister thought it was hilarious that I was going along but I personally am interested in peeking at the others who have PO boxes and trying to work out who has them just for the address to get their brown paper packages delivered to ...

Willow

It's *always* about the pantsuits and blouses

Whilst it is somewhat reminiscent of Bill Clinton's first year of his Presidency in which the focus was on the $500 haircuts that Hilary was having, I must admit that Palin's hair and makeup and outfits are very nice indeed. She does look the part - serious and intelligent, whilst just a tad sexy. Things we look for in Presidents. heh! Sorry, more Bill Clinton references! hahahaha!!

Today, this from news.com.au
THE Republican National Committee appears to have spent more than $US150,000 ($221,500) on clothes for vice presidential pick Sarah Palin.

The Republicans' main campaign and fundraising organ spent tens of thousands at high-end stores, such as Saks Fifth Avenue in St. Louis and New York and Neiman Marcus in Minneapolis, the Politico website said.

The committee also spent $US4716 ($6964) on hair and makeup through September, Politico said.

Those kinds of expenditures did not appear in the RNC's financial disclosure records before the Alaska governor was named to John McCain's ticket in August, it said.

Politico said it reviewed the RNC's September monthly financial disclosure report and found a new category, "campaign accessories", included in the report of "itemised co-ordinated expenditures".


heh - AWESOME!! I'm gonna put that down on my tax return next year - itemised co-ordinated expenditure!! LOVE IT!

The McCain-Palin campaign issued a statement shortly after the report appeared online.

"With all of the important issues facing the country right now, it's remarkable that we're spending time talking about pantsuits and blouses," said spokeswoman Tracey Schmitt.

"It was always the intent that the clothing go to a charitable purpose after the campaign."


Because as we *know* what homeless and poor women need, to protect them from the harsh elements of a cold winter, are beautifully coordinated pantsuits.

And, let's be honest, it's not like she's going to need them to wear to foreign policy or financial crisis meetings after the campaign, is she?!

Willow

That crazy man

who kidnapped, imprisoned and raped his daughter and then fathered children with her etc etc:

"I have realised that I had a mean streak. For someone who was born to be a rapist, I have managed to contain myself for a relatively long period," Fritzl is quoted as telling the psychiatrist.

Just defends the thinking that some people cannot be rehabiliated. Anyone out there think they shouldn't lock him away and throw away the key?

http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,24535959-5017077,00.html

Willow

*headdesk*

You know, I'm not feeling great - my Crohn's might be slightly not brilliant and I had my third banana in three days, still working on that ... so I'm sitting here killing time till I can go ...

*INNOCENTLY*

I swear!

And what happens? *Somehow* a project is thrown around, deadlines come up and before I know it, I think I have my first Worldcon project.

*headdesk*

Willow

oops!

Biit tipsy now!!! Post Office event was ... odd... one of those awkward things you go to not because you want to but because you going means more to those throwing it.

Always a good opportunity to work on awkward small talk skills. And we got a showbag. And wine. And cupcakes.