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Empty Nest Syndrome
Nov. 22nd, 2004 09:25 pmWell, I saw Melbourne Elizabeth onto her plane this evening, bound for the same planet... different worlds.
Long conversation with Liz via mobile on the way back from the airport (naughty me), planning everything from a potential night out (tonight... nah...), definite nights out (this Friday... the Church playing at the Rocks... yay!!) & dental surgery. Consolation dinner for one at my local Thai restaurant & home to summon the energy to apply for 7 jobs found on My Career.com today... during office hours... on the office computer... & printer. Naughty me.
Backtracking...
Checked my answering machine at about 1am last Wednesday night & found a message from Melbourne Elizabeth saying she was flying in that day & would call when she arrived. Well, I'd been home all evening & she hadn't. Worry?? Me?? Finally heard from her the next morning. She was arriving that afternoon & don't ask why she thought she was coming up on Wednesday. Being the strong silent type... I didn't. So, home from work to find one of my dearest friends & one hell of a singer to boot, ensconced in my loungeroom with the 2 Towers on the DVD player. Happy?? Me??
Dinner for 2 Thursday night, dinner for about 50 Friday night, including Reynardo, but not including Elizabeth for too long (temperature vicissitude induced sickness), dinner for 4 Saturday night, dinner for her & 1 other on Sunday &, as noted, dinner for 1 tonight. The other major event for me was Saturday afternoon, when 2 of my 3 Elizabeths met for the first time in ages. The shopping was in Bondi, the weather was windy, both of them weren't exactly healthy & I look forward to the next time it happens.
In the meantime, I copped a written warning from my Italian scullion owner/manager at work for 'not chasing sales aggressively enough'. Not worth a written warning say you?? Fuck him, say I. It's apparently not enough that I lie awake before sleep thinking about the following workday &, as again previously noted, have started dreaming about some of the projects currently in hand when I finally DO sleep. Hence the 7 job applications this evening. I don't have to stay there & be treated like that... I could go ANYWHERE ELSE... & be treated like that... for a lot more money... which I've always found to be the most effective remedy for a bruised ego.
Long conversation with Liz via mobile on the way back from the airport (naughty me), planning everything from a potential night out (tonight... nah...), definite nights out (this Friday... the Church playing at the Rocks... yay!!) & dental surgery. Consolation dinner for one at my local Thai restaurant & home to summon the energy to apply for 7 jobs found on My Career.com today... during office hours... on the office computer... & printer. Naughty me.
Backtracking...
Checked my answering machine at about 1am last Wednesday night & found a message from Melbourne Elizabeth saying she was flying in that day & would call when she arrived. Well, I'd been home all evening & she hadn't. Worry?? Me?? Finally heard from her the next morning. She was arriving that afternoon & don't ask why she thought she was coming up on Wednesday. Being the strong silent type... I didn't. So, home from work to find one of my dearest friends & one hell of a singer to boot, ensconced in my loungeroom with the 2 Towers on the DVD player. Happy?? Me??
Dinner for 2 Thursday night, dinner for about 50 Friday night, including Reynardo, but not including Elizabeth for too long (temperature vicissitude induced sickness), dinner for 4 Saturday night, dinner for her & 1 other on Sunday &, as noted, dinner for 1 tonight. The other major event for me was Saturday afternoon, when 2 of my 3 Elizabeths met for the first time in ages. The shopping was in Bondi, the weather was windy, both of them weren't exactly healthy & I look forward to the next time it happens.
In the meantime, I copped a written warning from my Italian scullion owner/manager at work for 'not chasing sales aggressively enough'. Not worth a written warning say you?? Fuck him, say I. It's apparently not enough that I lie awake before sleep thinking about the following workday &, as again previously noted, have started dreaming about some of the projects currently in hand when I finally DO sleep. Hence the 7 job applications this evening. I don't have to stay there & be treated like that... I could go ANYWHERE ELSE... & be treated like that... for a lot more money... which I've always found to be the most effective remedy for a bruised ego.
