On Top of the World

Today M and I made a trip into the city to look for laptops.

As it’s winter here, M had a jacket on and underneath he was wearing a t-shirt which had written on it:

which would ordinarily be fine, but his jacket covered some of the words, so that the only writing visible was

Since this changed the meaning of the t-shirt somewhat, I suggested that he might like to put a different t-shirt on.

The title of this post is from a different occasion where M wore this t-shirt to a casual work thing, and an annoying child of a coworker read it and said, “Does that mean you’re an idiot?” M said no, and suggested that the child read it again. “Ohhhhh…” Hehe. Stupid kid.

So anyway, we looked for laptops, and are thinking of possibly getting a Mac Mini. I’m thinking that I would also like a Mac mini, particularly as you can use Boot Camp to have a dual boot for Windows and the Mac OS, so I’d still be able to use my Windows-only applications. It would take up a lot less space on my desk too. Hmmm.

I’m sort of thinking of maybe changing jobs. Possibly. Did that contain enough disclaimers? Not just changing jobs, to something else in my current field, but totally changing jobs. I don’t know though. I’m generally of the opinion that if you’re not sure, then it’s probably better just to stick with what you’re doing until you are sure. But on the other hand, it might be nice to have a change, particularly as I seem to be a bit up and down regarding my happiness in my current work. At the moment I’m happy, but who knows what’s going to happen in future. Then again, what’s to say that a new job is going to work out better than this one? The people I’m working with now are good, and the conditions are good, so I’d have to be confident of my decision if I were to give up what I have now. On the other hand, it’s possible that I could go back to my current job if things didn’t work out, but that’s only if my boss thought that I’m good enough to rehire, and I don’t know whether he feels that way.

I think some more research and thinking is in order.

M and I went to the beautiful beachside suburb of Semaphore a few days ago, because M was having his hair cut (he likes his regular guy!). While he was having it done, I went for a walk down to the beach, and to pass the time, I thought I’d take some photos.

I took a few panorama shots, and shots of the jetty, and then I thought it might be cool to take a closeup of the seagulls. There were some sitting in a group, so I edged closer, trying not to scare them off. When I got within a few feet, one by one they calmly stood up and walked off. Well, fine! So I approached another group, only to have the same thing happen, all very casually of course.

It was actually quite amusing, and in the end I didn’t really care about the pictures, but it was more an experiment to see how close I could get before they got up. They made no hurry about going, it was just as if they planned all along to get up at that moment, and me being within their personal space wasn’t the issue at all. It reminded me of when I was waiting at the bus stop a couple of months ago, and a guy kept edging closer to me, and I kept walking away, but trying to make it look as casual as possible.

It was my second-to-last tafe class for the year tonight. Since we’ve done all the assessments, there wasn’t really much to do. Our teacher showed some video of us, taken at the beginning of the year doing an assessment, and then another one of us, taken a few weeks ago, to show us how much we’ve improved. I hate watching myself on video. I don’t know whether I’ve improved very much, but it was interesting seeing other people.

After class, a friend and I went to our usual coffee shop, where we were met by Pissed Off Guy. I call him that because he never seems very happy to see us. The reason for this is probably because we spend an hour or two there gasbagging, and only end up spending $2.80 on a flat white and a bottle of tap water. Heh. I do feel a bit bad about that though. But, hey, it’s not like business is booming there on a Tuesday night, and we’re stopping the hordes of people from putting their bums on seats and making the owners rich. Live with it, POG - be thankful for my $2.80!

I encountered a stupid taxi driver on the way home. He just decided to edge his way over into the lane I was in, not bothering to see if there was a car there first. Tosser. I, of course, performed the musical masterpiece that is my horn, but all he did was slow down a bit and keep coming. Did I mention that he’s a tosser? So I had to stop and let him in, otherwise there would have been an accident. Once we got over the lights, the single lane we were in divides into two, and he couldn’t decide which lane he wanted. He was almost straddling the lanes, and I just roared past him. It’s really great having a car with power. Yeah baby.

I need some new shoes. The ones I have are completely dead - I’ve worn them pretty much every day since I bought them, and the heels have disintegrated such that the sole of the heel has been pushed up into the heel part (which is hollow), so there’s a narrow, horizontal gap at the edge of each heel. Unfortunately, this gap is big enough to allow a stone to get into, but not for it to get out. So I’ve got a stone stuck in each heel, which means I’m rattling as I walk along. It’s driving me bonkers.

Fortunately, I have an intelligent husband who came up with the solution of putting some glue in each heel, so that the stones stick to the glue and don’t rattle around. So I was in his office, and he was gluing one shoe, and then I held up my foot for him to undo the zipper on my other shoe. When he reached to unzip it, I was thinking that it might look a bit suss if someone were to walk in at that moment, when of course someone walked in. Fortunately it wasn’t the worst person who could have seen it

So now I’m sitting at my desk with no shoes on, waiting for them to dry, hoping that M will bring me a cup of tea because I’m too embarrassed to walk to the kitchen barefoot to get one myself. Plus, I can’t be bothered explaining to people why I’m not wearing any shoes.

One good thing about being home sick is that the cats are absolutely loving me today - they get to go outside! Usually we only let them out at the weekend during the day, and they’re always inside at night. So they’re getting a bonus weekend day. Not that have any idea (or even care, for that matter) what day it is, all they know is that they’re allowed to go out.

It was nice when I was watching tv earlier to hear them come and go through the cat flap. They both come in at various intervals just to make contact, then they’re off again.

I haven’t seen any gymnastics during the Olympic Games, other than that I saw reflected in the window of a restaurant I went to a week or so ago. I’m finally getting to see some tonight, but it’s men’s. Oh well. The poor Russian guy on vault stuffed up both of them royally, and it looks like his landings would have hurt a bit. Poor guy, I hate watching it when gymnasts hurt themselves - it reminds me of the days I use to hurt myself I can’t help but cringe.

There are two commentators, and one of them is a bit of a doofus - the lady is a former gymnast, so at least she can add something worthwhile, but the guy obviously has no real idea about gymnastics at all, and either agrees with whatever the woman says, or just repeats what she says, but in a slightly different way. They may as well just get rid of him!

It’s time get out the party hats again - this time it’s the fabulous Helen celebrating her birthday. Happy birthday!!

Happy birthday to the lovely Dida! I hope you’re having a fabulous day!!

Today Matthew and I went for a walk around the block, and while we were walking uphill, a couple of guys on mopeds rode past us. We’d seen these guys on previous walks, so we had a feeling of what they were going to do. And we were right.

A little while after they got to the top of the hill, they disappeared, and then we saw two bright headlights, one next to the other. They paused for a while, obviously savouring the anticipation of the descent.

You know when professional cyclists are coasting downhill, and they sit as far back on the seat as possible, and lean down to the handlebars so that they’re more aerodynamic? Well, these two moped guys came whining down the hill, in full aerodynamic cyclist mode. Heh - stupid moped guys! We couldn’t help but laugh at them.