Music Monday XVIII

 

How do we feel about horse racing?

 

Today I won the Melbourne Cup winnings at work. 

I'm not 100% sure how I feel about horse racing because, you know,  the whole animal cruelty thing. I do love stopping work to drink champagne, eat Red Rooster and gamble in in the middle of a Tuesday though.

So, I'm sure karma will smite me for that at some point.

My dad has the dream that if he ever won the lotto he would buy a block of land where he could keep old horses so they can just live peacefully and he could go and look at them. I know you all don't know my father but he is not a warm and fuzzy guy, so that fact is pretty much the cutest fact about him. 

"Please sir, let me watch your horses..."

That's what he was saying at this very moment I assure you.

Dude's wild about horses.

Will you marry me Erik Von Detten?

 Today I woke up a nap and one of the people in it was Josh from The Princess Diaries movie. So I was sitting here groggily thinking to myself, hmm who the hell played Josh from The Princess Diaries movies? 

I googled.

Erik Von Detten.

I paused.

Brink? The man I was convinced would one day skate me off in to the sunset?

I am now sitting here in shock, completely unsure on if I knew that information or not.

Part of my brain is rolling its eyes thinking, obviously he has the same face, you definitely knew that.

But the shocked side is unsure.

The third side is concerned I have developed a brain condition and my memory loss has begun 

This is why an afternoon nap is never the answer! 

Anyway, gotta go be the old bitch with my young friends ttyl.

Music Monday XVII

 

 

Pfizer Gang.

 

Mood= Finally Vaccinated.

Brain= Ouch.

Eyes = Sleep.

I wanna take a nap....I wanna take a nap here...

Gnnnight.

See you at my funeral probably.

Hello.

I am exhausted.

I have been slowly working myself into an early grave this week and let me tell you it is not the wave!

A snapshot?

At 10pm on Tuesday night I got a text that the wellness centre I remotely manage at the moment had a call out for the rest of the week. Cut to me frantically getting in contact with everyone trying to find coverage so we were able to open at 8am the next day. 

I fell asleep around 12pm.

At 4:45am my alarm went off so that I could finish arranging the schedule. After an hour or two of bed-work I quickly got dressed and went to actual office-work. I was at my desk by 7:30am, smashing raspberries directly into my face because somehow I thought that would help.

On my lunch break, I spent 30 minutes on the phone with the team at the wellness centre making sure they didn't need anything ordered or that you know...the place was still standing. 

I got off work at 3:30pm and spent an hour on the phone discussing hiring, I set up a couple of massages trials on the way home and then sat on my couch furiously making a massage roster, suddenly looking up when I noticed it had gone dark. I quickly made some feta and spinach scrolls to constantly shove into my face for the next few days (apparently I eat all foods by shoving them into my gob) because I'm obsessed with puff pastry and want it with every meal!

I then of course took a minute to pose them with the fake plant I have draped across my kitchen, before having a scalding hot shower and a little scream.

I put on my Oodie, curled into a ball, went to sleep and woke up at 4:30am to type up an employee contract before leaving for work and doing it all over again.

My Monday to Friday job is now on pause for the weekend, but I get to spend my entire Saturday in the wellness centre frantically running around training staff on how to properly roll towels,  scrubbing salty water off the walls and most likely taking small breaks to law down on a massage table trying to hold it all together! 

This was me last weekend when I was....you guessed it....taking a 5 minute break on a massage table trying to hold it all together!!

Next week it's going to be even better because I get to add a couple of 15 hour on site work days to the mix! I love my life (and also complaining...I love that too!)

Now if you will excuse me my two broken finger nails, extremely swollen clotted leg and probable eye bags are going to binge watch a 9/11 documentary, do a face mask and fall asleep at 8pm on a Friday night.

Party on Garth!