22 days in to the new financial year and I've dropped the ball. Which is a good thing, a great thing, don't stop ringing, beeping, dinging, bleeping now phone will you? Dropping the ball means I've had work to do and work is good!!!
I've just cracked a can of coke (second one for the day) so I can get the quickie blog posted, make a start on a tax return, find a piece of paper I've searched the whole house for, then make another to do list for tomorrow....arghh!
I don't suppose I've shared the time of Lachy's PMH appointment for tomorrow with anyone reading this tonight? I've bloody lost the notification letter - perhaps I should suggest that PMH send letters via Facebook so I don't miss them? Guess I'm getting there at 9am and hoping for the best!
In other fuck ups today I left my notebook at work and had to do a late night run to collect it. (Yes it was dark and scary...so yes I took Kris with me for protection...and no - the PMH letter wasn't in there as suspected!)
I also sent myself an email when I was on a rescue mission to help someone out with a computer problem. 5 hours later the email still has not arrived in my inbox so I'm guessing I typed my own address wrong? And I'm guessing I won't be rescuing them after all :-(
And just to add salt to the wound my internet plan didn't get upgraded on Thursday as planned so today I got shaped and had to spend the arvo at dial up speed while they fixed the connection. This little development sparked the first can of coke being opened.
On a more positive note...thank God for Mum and Krisso. Krisso for being sick and sleeping the day away so I now have someone to stay up with me tonight while I finish off the to do list. And Mum for watching the kids, doing the washing and making dinner while I made all the fuck ups today. No wonder she has gone to bed early!
Tomorrow WILL be more productive and contain less fuck ups...I can feel it in my coke!
No comments:
Post a Comment