I can’t believe the month has gone so quickly. Already it’s the last day of February, exactly 22 days since I last blogged, and it feels like I only blogged yesterday.
We’ve been dealing with a lot of shit lately, namely our neighbours. Now I’ll preface this by saying I’m not a boring ol’ sod who hates parties and thinks that no-one should be allowed to have a good time; but when you’re constantly partying, making noise, and threatening your neighbours, the situation becomes a little different. It started at the beginning of January, when we had a day off for our local ‘Cup Day’ (horse race).
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So I’m back to work on Monday – leaving officially 2 days of my holidays. Where the hell did that time go?! I mean, I know I only got off work on the 23rd December, and we went to Melbourne on the 24th, the Gold Coast on the 27th, and then came home on the 2nd January, so that’s a decent chunk, but I had an extra week, and I feel like I’ve achieved nothing!
You know when time sometimes seems to fly by in some aspects, but the same amount of time seems to have been going for a long time? That’s kind of how I feel right now.
In other news, it’s like a month till my birthday. Woohoo!!! I’ve already asked my Mum if they can buy me a 1TB external harddrive, because I am running out of room on my computer, fast, and I don’t have any additional SATA slots left. Actually, I think I have one… but I’ll just get the external HDD. I can share it with Michael, then.
Also, I thought of my Dad’s 60th birthday present already – and his birthday is September. I received an email fwd from him – some ‘things you’ve done in your life’, and one of the questions was ‘Got a tattoo?’. His answer was ‘No, but there is one I have considered’. I asked him what it was, and he said ‘The Eureka Flag‘. So, I think I’m gonna organise for him to get his first tattoo on his birthday. I won’t tell him at all until the day – I mean, why not when he’s 60?! He’s semi-retired, so doesn’t need to worry about it for his job or anything, and it’ll only be small. I thought it was a neat idea and Mum agreed! So we’ll see what happens, but I reckon it’d be an awesome present.
I recently went to a local restaurant, where I thoroughly enjoyed my meal but wasn’t able to finish it.
I asked our waitress if I could take the leftovers home, but was refused due to ‘health regulations’. That’s fine, and I wouldn’t have worried about it, IF the very same restaurant didn’t offer takeaway as well.
I understand the reason for not allowing ‘doggy bags’ – taking food home, having it in the fridge for a few days and reheating it, only to potentially come down with food poisoning or similar – but what is the difference in me taking home some leftovers from my meal and reheating them, or getting some takeaway food from the same place, not eating it all, and reheating it at home a few days later? Aren’t the potential dangers identical?
The world we live in is full of, in my father’s words, “bureaucratic bullshit”.
