So over the weekend Mr P and I formally broke up. First there was an argument where a ramekin was thrown, then a calming down and proper conversation. We've been in separate bedrooms for years so not much is really changing. He initially asked me to leave. I said no, I've been paying rent for 13½ years to the owner of the property who isn't you. Neither of us can afford to move anywhere or pay market rent. Also with him on the dole, can't afford to pay for all car related expenses, which is needed with the children. I said I'm still happy to pay that stuff and I think he saw that it was a pretty good deal actually and he's best to eat humble pie and stick with it. It's in my interests for him to have a car to do child/school related things whilst I'm at work, and I'm happy to contribute to that. I told him (not for the first time) that he's welcome to see other people as long as discretion is exercised regarding the children. Since then things have been really civil between us. Let's see how it goes.
I walked out of work at lunch yesterday. My boss was understanding about it - he is…aware of my week! - but I’m now in the grey area where I’m sort of waiting on funerals.
Rent increase notice received. I had a feeling it was coming, as the places near me with a similar floorplan were increasing. I almost can't be mad tho, it's still $50pw under the comparable places lol!
Sent a reluctant message to the apartment using one of my two car parks, about starting to charge for it. I won't charge them if I find a job though, and what I'm asking per month is $150 less than other car parks around here too so 💀🤷🏼♀️
I've decided I need a detailed and comprehensive moving plan to make sure everything goes smoothly for my relocation. After a lot of research and considerable thought, here is what I have come up with:
Step 1: Put everything in boxes
Step 2: Move boxes to new house
Step 3: Unpack all the boxes
Usually we have Spotify on at work, but today we have the radio and they’re advertising a competition to win a ski trip to Utah and all I can think of is what if you won the competition and then were denied entry because border officials didn’t think it was enough of a reason to visit? I wonder if there’s the option to just take money instead, haha.
I put an egg in the air fryer. It didn’t work that great. After peeling the shell, there was a bit of overcooked outer layer but the yolk was nice and creamy
I didn't go to bed early last night but I spent an hour playing with one of my grooveboxes. At least I spent some time doing something I like, and I think I've put enough down I could arrange it into a song
I am exhausted and I'm still so far behind where I want to be packing wise. All this stuff seems neverending, and everything seems to triple in size once I try to put it into a box. At least I should be building some good muscle with all this lifting.
Miss Meow likes the stacked boxed decor theme, she's been having a great time exploring everything.
Saw some cunt Jeep P-Plater with a "Fuck Cyclists" sticker on it. Should've taken a photo for crimestoppers. Bet it was some Andrew Tate fanboy piece of shit.
Thought I lost my keys when I got home and almost started getting worried. Turns out they were in my bag, in my jacket pocket. Then I thought I lost my earbud case. That was in my jumper pocket, and I was wearing the jumper this time. This sums up my week so far. And maybe my life since having long COVID.