Wednesday, 9:49pm

Argh.


Heavy, unimpressed chest. On the plus side, whatever the bubble was on top of the left one was, it's draining now. Hopefully it'll chuck it's little hissy and the thing will deflate down.


This morning was weird.


I lost and found my punch jewelry but not the O ring. It was by the bathtub. So now the jewelry is in backwards so it doesn't fall out. I reken it'll stay in for awhile, I'll pick up another one when I go in for the rest of the dermals.


While I was in the shower, I heard a tink near by. Pop my head out and there is a unfamiliar plastic object sitting on my bathmat in front of the vent in the bathtub I'm currently standing in. No effing idea where it came from, or how it got there. I live alone, so no one came in or anything, there is nothing near by like a tabletop or something it could have fallen from, I have no pets to drop it, so I'm reckoning I have a mouse or something scuttling around redecorating. Fab. You. Loss. It probably got real comfy in those two weeks the house was empty - unless it has been in my neighbour's unit as he only got back last night. Whatever, invaders ain't cool.


Due to all this, I'm running late to leave the house, which I assumed meant I missed my train. Nope, it was 10 minutes late because some random coal train decided to come this morning. Good, because I wasn't late for work, but weird the a coal train chose peak hour to mosey on through.


Then I get to work, and as I'm getting in the lift, Em catches up and jumps in too holding her hip, and as soon as the door close bursts into tears. Ladies, if your ovaries are trying to kill you, call in sick. Seriously.


Since Em was out, I had to man the in-bound telemarketing line, which goes a bit nuts and is very annoying. You know what's even more annoying? When you get all those calls through but can't actually hear the person on the other end. They're all just dead air, and you know there's someone there because they call back two more times in the next few minutes.


Then I spent the next 6.5 hours updating our marketing database using Google and LinkedIn :) I actually enjoy doing this, feeds my Virgoness by making me feel really useful and like I'm not sitting on my arse all day with nothing to do until our clients come back from holidays.


All we care about is pornographic girls on film and body plastic
Give me something I wanna see, television - and hot blonds in odd positions.
'The Fame' - Lady Gaga