You know, this week,
Aug. 22nd, 2006 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seandcYou'd better shape up pretty darn toot suite, you hear?
Monday was pretty high on the annoyance scale - just one of those days that the Foul-Up Fairy decided to stick around for the times when people weren't just adding more and more to my plate (which I couldn't handball as I was on my lonesome).
Tuesday opens with a letter to the bus driver: if there's a lane you can go in that will save 20 minutes off the trip in construction and wet weather traffic, USE IT!! Our crowded bus was overtaken by the next two of our bus, and three of the ones I wanted to transfer to. Thanks mate, let me know how futile it is trying to get in at a decent time.
As I get in, my phone starts ringing the moment I approach. It's Mum, to tell me that Dad's in Royal Perth Hospital. He's doing better than he said from how he described when he got in last night. I went in after work to get him a few papers (luckily the little newsagent had a couple of the UK papers, although I'd already printed out the football scores, Dad likes to hear about what's happening back home) and to set up his phone/tv stuff. Anyway, he's getting treatment now and can't wait to build up his strength again - I won't say what he's in for, but he needs to get some appetite back to build up some energy again.
So yeah. This week has done little to recommend itself, and needs to copy some of the awesome bits of last week pronto!
Monday was pretty high on the annoyance scale - just one of those days that the Foul-Up Fairy decided to stick around for the times when people weren't just adding more and more to my plate (which I couldn't handball as I was on my lonesome).
Tuesday opens with a letter to the bus driver: if there's a lane you can go in that will save 20 minutes off the trip in construction and wet weather traffic, USE IT!! Our crowded bus was overtaken by the next two of our bus, and three of the ones I wanted to transfer to. Thanks mate, let me know how futile it is trying to get in at a decent time.
As I get in, my phone starts ringing the moment I approach. It's Mum, to tell me that Dad's in Royal Perth Hospital. He's doing better than he said from how he described when he got in last night. I went in after work to get him a few papers (luckily the little newsagent had a couple of the UK papers, although I'd already printed out the football scores, Dad likes to hear about what's happening back home) and to set up his phone/tv stuff. Anyway, he's getting treatment now and can't wait to build up his strength again - I won't say what he's in for, but he needs to get some appetite back to build up some energy again.
So yeah. This week has done little to recommend itself, and needs to copy some of the awesome bits of last week pronto!
