I was going to be a complete miserable git and whinge on about the fact that I'm not feeling very happy at the moment... but then I read something that made me laugh out loud, and, well, hell, I can't be bothered now.

I can say that I made a fuck up at work. Oops. There are a good half dozen reasonable excuses why the mistake happened, and considering the only quality control has been what my very tired eyes have seen as they cast themselves over the 750 A3 pages I printed out and sent off to the printer that day, I'm not really all that suprised that SOMETHING slipped, but still, I feel bad that it happened. And guilty. And also resentful, because everytime I've asked for help everyone's been too busy, but not too busy to go home dead on time, leaving me to work 20 hours a week overtime for the last couple of weeks. (Gonna buy myself a treat with that I can tell ya *grins*). Anyway, I'll face the job owners tomorrow and see what can be salvaged.

hmmmm Other than that... not a great deal happening. My neighbour came around last weekend to let me know that their plastering was collapsing and that they were going to get the real estate to do a property inspection. I've been here 3 years and have not had one, and I like it that way. No offence to anyone out there who might be real estate agents, but bloody hell I hate inspections. It's the Catholic guilt thing mixed up with the fear of being homeless (thanks Father for both of those)... plus the thought of a stranger in my home, uninvited. If I ever hear anything from them, I will arrange to be here... you would think this would be enough incentive to want to buy. Oh, who am I kidding, I live in Sydney, I have no proper job, I cannot save a cent...

Anyway, I'd better get myself off to bed... need a good night's sleep to face the poo in the morning hehe

Till next time.