Misery Loves...Vodka

09 February 2006

(And make mine a double)

Normally I wait until Friday to have whine, but although we've only reached Thursday, I just can't wait any longer. Here's why...

  • I'm exhausted. Work is really getting to me. I mean, I know everyone says that they're a martyr doing the jobs of several people, but it is literally true in my case; this is our busiest time of year, and in years gone by, there's been five or six employees to do the jobs I'm now trying to handle on my own. It's pretty stressful, because I like to be good at what I do, and I just don't have the resources to do a good job at the moment.

  • Then again, I might be tired because last night Xander decided that the most confortable place for him to sleep was horizontally across my pillow. And as you can probably imagine, an eight-kilo cat takes up a lot of room in a single bed. But it was easier to leave him be than try to argue with him at 4am, so I spent the night curled in the foetal position at the foot of my bed. I've considered getting a double bed, but I'm sure Xander would just grow larger to fill that one as well.

  • Actually, as much as I hate to admit it, Xander's become a bit of a pill lately. He's whinging constantly - and being partially descended from a Siamese, he's got a very loud voice - clawing at the furniture, and jumping onto surfaces and knocking things onto the floor. Most annoyingly of all though, he's gone off his wet food...no matter what I buy him, he won't touch it. Except for a slight variation, where I put out his breakfast, which ignores until he starts eating 30 seconds before I'm due to walk out the door. I'm left with the dilemma of: take his food away from him vs leave the dish to congeal all day. I swear he does it on purpose. Anyway, I hope it's just a stage he's going through (though he does seem a bit old to be going through "stages")...

  • Somehow, I misread the calendar, and was under the misapprehension that Valentine's Day fell on a Saturday this year. I only realised my mistake a few days ago, which ledd to the further, horrible realisation that for the fourth year in a row, I'll be the only woman in the office that doesn't have flowers delivered. The humiliation is too great to bear. I can almost hear my coworkers thinking "Ah, Nicola...nice girl...too bad she repulses men!" Eventually, one of the older guys will take pity on me and buy me some non-romantic flowers (e.g. sunflowers or lillies) but that's almost worse than getting nothing...I can't bear being pitied like that. You may be thinking, "Well why don't you just send yourself some flowers?". But I'm a terrible liar; I'd never be able to carry it off, and when caught out, would feel like a bigger loser than ever before, if such a thing is possible. I think I feel a sick day next Tuesday coming on.

  • On a rather more positive note, I've been putting together questions for a Nineties rock trivia challenge, and I'm almost done. So if you consider yourself a bit of a boffin, check back here - hopefully I'll have it posted tomorrow - and give it a go. There will be a prize for the winner! (Australian addresses only for the prize, though everyone is warmly invited to participate).


    1. Don't feel bad; I've never had flowers delivered to me ever in my life... and I'm 40 and married. I got my 1st and only real flower arrangement a few days after my 40th birthday (my husband's an unbelievable screw-up), but he brought it home with him.

      You're too smart and strong to attract many men now; wait a few years, though, and you'll have lots of men, trust me, and those other ladies will be either alone or divorced.

      (she who laughs last...)

    2. Thank you!

      You have an excellent point. I remember an aquaintance of mine who got married in a hurry at 23 (She'd known the guy for three months) saying -a little sneeringly - to me "I don't want to be 35 and single" and I thought, "No, much better that you be 35 and divorced" but didn't say it.

      Well, now she's 27 and heading for a divorce...

      At least your husband rememberd once :)


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