Carlos has moved in!

After 17 weeks of a long torturous wait sitting on a hot pink beanbag on the floor looking upwards at my tv.... my new lounge has FINALLY arrived. Finally!

It arrived at the ungodly hour of 8am Saturday morning. The delivery guys put him together for me and told me they had made their first delivery of the day at 630am. If that were me, I'd have opened the door in my pajamas and dressing gown with hair that would make Medusa look attractive and would be swearing under my breath constantly.

Anyway, I spent the day showing off my new Carlos to my neighbour (who came back for a second look!) and my parents and anyone else who was around. They all instantly fell in love with him. They loved Otto too (my trusty Ottoman that was delivered at the same time).

I spent the rest of the day sleeping on lovely Carlos, admiring his strength, cosiness and snuggability. (I'll stop talking like that now before it becomes creepy!!).

Here's a photo of my lovely well overdue Carlos lounge.



Isn't he gorgeous?? :)

How to become instantly popular

This afternoon I was called on my work phone in a big fat panic.... my colleague who was hosting an awards event had forgotten to take the milk to the event! The world is going to end! The world is going to end! (Holy, my job is weird sometimes).

So I grabbed the carton and ran across the street to the conference room, to find that only 8 out of the 25 people getting an award actually turned up, and there were probably 12 managers there. I ended up having to stay, to make up numbers.

They had catered for roughly 35 awards attendees (half of my company don't eat for some bizarre reason) and there was a massive MASSIVE table filled to the brim with pastries and cakes and fruit.

We tossed a fruit platter, sent half the food home with the guests, and had to take the rest back to the office. We put as much as we could possibly cram onto 3 trays and walked it back over. The problem was, the trays weren't covered, and there were roughly 100 people at the traffic lights, which is one of the busiest in that part of the city.... all wanting "free" stuff.

I could have got my choice of husbands out of that crowd, I'm sure. Basically I just had to stand there saying "NO" loudly over and over, while smiling sweetly.

We amazingly made it back with all pastries and cake accounted for, but enjoyed the popularity while it lasted. I still feel warm and fuzzy. hehe

Bogans need to be eliminated

I was on the train coming home from work last night, and 4 stops from home four very unladylike girls got on the train. They sat behind me, as they always seem to do. I really need to find that magnet that attracts them and destroy it!

They were very very loud, which, as a frequent train napper, is just completely socially unacceptable. They decided to have a loud conversation on who was a bigger slut than the next. One very very loud and proud girl declared she'd had 12 guys since last year. Another said she'd told her mother she'd had 4, and her mother had called her a slut. The first girl said that she was proud because her mother didn't know she did pot, smoked, drank to oblivian and banged guys frequently.

This conversation continued for quite some time. Two stations later, we stopped. Outside on the platform a visually impaired albino guy had alighted. The 4 girls sat and made fun of him and his "walking stick" and how weird he was being blind and albino and all. I started to get really annoyed, but by this point anyone who even looked at these girls sideways were getting the equivalent of "bitchslap" attitude directed at them.

What they didn't realise though, that right accross the aisle was a man who is very unassuming. He was sitting there, fortunately with his big silver earphones on, and I hope and pray he didn't hear a thing. Under his seat was a Guide Dog.

I see this man every day and he is very nice. He often sits next to me and his dog is rather cute and lovely.

The girls had resumed their loud slut conversation by the time I alighted, and I was really really shocked at their attitude, and was very glad that I have never had kids as there is no way on this earth I would want them mixing with children like these.

I hope another passenger or someone decked them during the evening. They were completely Kl-ARSE-y.

I am afraid for the future generations, with role models like these 4 girls. Sure, when I was a teen there were "bad" girls, but they were nothing like this new generation. Maybe it's because I grew up in snobsville, but even so, to make fun of someone who had no say in the way he was born is just wrong. Really really wrong. And they had no conscience about it.

Wow.

I don't normally talk about politics, let alone world politics, but the bad dood is dead.

I was due to go to NYC exactly when the towers came down. I was too lazy to book and hadn't got around to it, and was very very glad I hadn't.

My next trip I was tossing up whether to go to Bali or Italy. It was a very tough decision, but I chose Italy. The morning I flew out, Bali exploded. Again, I was glad I didn't go.

I have now booked another trip. I leave in a few weeks. The bad dood is dead, and I fear this is going to stuff up my travel plans in one way or another. This kind of thing is NOT covered by Travel Insurance.

If it is my time to go, it is my time to go. To be honest, I work in a very prominent place in the city. I could be bumped off just earning my living. However I get a bit cross thinking that because of this bad dood, my life could potentially end, and rather badly.

There is a part of me that wishes they kept him alive, so he could be made to suffer. The worst kind of torture wouldn't be bad enough for him. In other ways, I am so so glad he has gone from this planet. I hope wherever it is he has gone, it's bad. There is no justification for mass murder. There is no justification for any murder.

I just hope and pray that no one else suffers due to the bad dood's death. It's all just so pointless :(