And again with the "not going to plan" thing.

So, this morning, I yanked my arse out of bed at some ungodly hour (read 8:30am on a Sunday after finishing work after 11pm last night) to prepare for a day of creative wonder making my very own glass beads.

I was excited, I was pumped. I made sure that the closed in protective shoes I wore almost matched my outfit (lime green singlet and near fluoro tie dye pants with red sneakers). I had not only my prescription sunglasses on hand, but a spare pare as well.

I breakfasted, I went through my toilet routine (brush hair, clean teeth, grimace alarmingly at mirror).

I jumped into my automobile of wonder (Sebby is a champion Toyota).

I arrived at the set place.

Early, even.

I had a cigarette, wrote some postcards.

I walked around the building. I had another cigarette.

I played with my phone.

And I began to fret.

No one else turned up. The building was locked up, and it was after the allotted starting time.

Was I at the right venue? The right day? Was it really on at 10pm?

Finally, other life turned up.

Not related in any way to the course I planned to do.

And I discovered that the course had been postponed, and no one had bothered to tell me.

Even though I rang yesterday to confirm, no one told me it had been postponed until after I leave this city of raging arseholes.

I nearly cried.

So, I did what any sane woman would do. I ditched the sneakers for hippy sandals and went shopping.

I bought two books. An expanding file. A bottle of water.

Not the worlds most exciting shopping trip, but it worked for me.

And no funky "made by ME" glass beads to show off either.

Bastards. I should have known they wouldn't ring when they said they would.

In other news, I keep dreaming about this house, and I keep thinking it's the unit, but with secret doors. It's got huge rooms, and a big wooden door, and Layt0n Hewitt was going to be our new room mate, and I made the SigOt put him at the furthest end of the house, so I wouldn't have to deal with him.

It was a cool house. A huge house. With a pool too.

I so want it. And there was this attic type room, that went on up forever, and was full of spiders and old furniture, with peoples things left there from decades ago. And ghosts.

No wonder I'm tired. I do more asleep than I do awake.

I have been practicing my new attitude to the arsehole coworker.

Now, I just say "Hi!", flash a breezy 16 megawatt fake smile, and walk out.

It works for me, and it drives him crazy.

Ha!! Welcome to my world arsehole! Ha ha ha haaaa!!!

Small things, small minds.

Just quietly, I am mid panic attack regarding moving back down south.

I have got so much to do, I can't pick a starting point. So far, I've read Readers Digest, and I've looked at buying a new digital camera, neither of which are on my list of things to do.

Although, the expanding file was, so, I've made some (small) progress.

The SigOt has offered (he thinks kindly) to pack while I'm at work on night audit.

This has not helped my panic levels in the slightest. While he packs well, and things do not get broken, he has no system. He doesn't, for example, pack all the books together. Or all the kitchen stuff together. He packs whatever he lays his hands on first.

Which means that each box you open is a total surprise, as he doesn't believe in labeling either.

Well, I guess when we get into a house in Adelaide, it will be like a bonus Christmas.

I'm just hoping that when he was packing last time, he packed the "keep" stuff, and threw out the "shit" stuff.

Or it's likely to turn out more like Christmas morning with large fireworks.

My plan, as it stands, is to give my head a couple more days to sort through all that needs to be done, and come to grips with it. Then, I shall be ready to launch myself upon it all!

That, and I don't have the time until Wednesday.....

What I'd like to do, is get the packing out of the way this week.

Then, we can work on cleaning.

That leaves two weeks to get new tenants.

Please let it be enough.

I'm going to go make myself ravioli for dinner.

Girl's gotta keep up her energy for this night audit business.