Interviews went ok. I'm so fucking tired though. Seems lots of us couldn't sleep because of the wind.
I could honestly crash now till tomorrow.
I'm feeling a little better this morning, which hopefully stays that way. I don't feel throwing up level sick, but my cough is worse than yesterday (although that's possibly just because I only woke up not long ago and it's cold). And my nose is all blocked up from my sleep. I still think I'm going to bail from the rest of the trip, I just want to go home and rest.
In more positive news, today is my 1st Lemmy cake day!
Terrible sleep last night (yeah we got the wind as well) blends into a terrible day (left the basket of washing outside because I'm a moron) into a terrible work day (people doing stuff they shouldn't) and tomorrow my little one is having surgery and gotta drive to Launceston and be there at 7am. It's a 2 hour drive. I'm considering seeing if I can get a last minute deal for a room.
I'm finally back home and I've walked into a fucking shit show. There's 5 cops out the front of my house, 3 staff from my organisation and my bedroom is 33°
Seriously, what the fuck.
(The new YP moved in on Thursday while I was away. I'd hazard a guess that's why it's a shitshow)
Update: I spoke with the program coordinator and it seems that this is just how lead tenant will be from now on. She said that PCU (the people who match kids to houses, essentially) has new leadership or something, and the new leader wants to shut down, or minimise the use of resi placements. Apparently she no longer gets to exercise as much discretion as she once could in which referrals are accepted. Apparently the new YP had been referred before but wasn't accepted, but has been re-referred and the coordinator was pressured into accepting.
She also said that she thinks this new YP will be kicked out of the program eventually, but that she doesn't get a say in the matter and knows the cost of that is likely that I won't cope well. Those were her words.
Worked a shorter day to go home to the fully sick Miniest. A lot of people off work sick, some with bad colds and some with COVID. Forgot how much I enjoyed finishing at 2ish, with not so many people on the bus and fewer on the street.
I finished writing a new short story and even made the cover myself!
Tasmania, 1877. After a decade of hunting escaped convicts and bushrangers, Constable Charlie Harris has kept the peace in the quiet farming town of Ross, where the biggest crimes are drunken punch-ons. Then he captures Tommy Oliver, a member of a notorious bushranger gang, who offers him a deal he can't refuse: passage to the mainland in exchange for revealing the identity and location of the gang's enigmatic leader, Hannibal. Wanted for a string of burglaries and murders, Hannibal and the gang have eluded capture for years, and they won't sit back and let Tommy Oliver give up their leader, and that puts the town of Ross and its constable squarely in their sights... Can Ross hold out until reinforcements arrive to take Tommy Oliver to Launceston, or will Constable Harris be forced to choose between his oath to protect the town and his word to protect a bushranger's life?
Releasing in the next couple of weeks :-)
Definitely picked up a sick. My throat is on fire. I did get within a metre or so of a toddler who was in front of me in line at the very crowded Beechworth Bakery yesterday and they are germ factories.
The sound last night was horrendous! There’s maybe 5 bins still standing in the street. Putting you shoes on in my house is dangerous cause it gets the dogs excited thinking they might get a walk, but this morning they both sunk as far down into their beds and pretended to still be asleep.
How!? How is there an equipment fault at Pakenham east?! Isn’t the whole fucking thing new??!!!?
Ugh. Sick of waking up at this hour.. stupid bladder!
Finally let the fluffy one roam the hallway after begging for like a week.
Opened the door for him. He did a burnout towards the door, did a failed handbrake turn and slammed into the door frame, then continued the burnout out the door.
5 minutes later, he asks to be let in again.
Cracked out the big jar of kombucha to process tomorrow. Been at it for a year now. It's gonna make great vinegar. HMU if you want excess scoby/mother/culture.
Imagine we spend, what... lets say 10 million on a new station in the south east? And all we do is turn the thing into a giant wet wind tunnel! Everyone has to huddle halfway up the stairs so you dont get soaked or blown off the friggin thing. What a joke. How quickly will they get complaints about this do you reckon?
this sore back is making me cranky
