Datcat

As many would know, I am a school secretary……. as I often tell people ….. I am in charge of telephones and bleeding.

Anyway, I am fielding the almost constant influx of calls today, because of course, its the last day of term, so EVERYTHING must be finalised today. On particular call was from a computer training company, wanting to sell their product to us. The first and second call today I took messages from, along with giving them our email addy to send info to.

This is the third phone call ….. (you need to imagine me using a very sweet, butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth, super polite tone of voice)

CC: Hi this is ### from computer company …. can I speak to the IT co-ordinator.
Me: the IT Co-ord is teaching, can I take a message.
CC: No problem I will call at lunch time
Me: the teacher won’t be available at lunchtime, can I take a message
CC: No problem, I will call at 3 pm.
Me: The teacher has bus duty, and this is the last day of term, so she will be going home.
CC: Can you get her to stay for my call?
Me: stunned silence for a minute

Me: Excuse me but did you call twice today already.
CC: Thats right, I am keen to speak to the IT co-ord.
Me: I have passed on your messages, and you have the email address. If the IT co-ord has any enquiries, she will call you.
CC: But I really want to speak to her, I will call back.
Me: Please be aware, that if you call again, especially during the busy, end of the day time ……… I will be rude to you.
CC: You will be ????
Me: Yes thats right. Your message has been passed on. Thankyou
*click*

I get these sorts of cold callers all the time, and often they are commission based, so don’t want to leave a message, and will call back over and over, despite being told not to. It sucks up vast portions of my day, and I just don’t have the time to spare.

I didn’t have to be rude to her ……. so she obviously got the message.

my day …. well I haven’t done any sewing today. Went to the shops (along with the entire population of Canberra) to do my normal grocery shop. Boy did I regret that. Took hubby with me ….. and of course that means that lots of non-essential expensive things made their way into the trolley. Because I hadn’t done a menu plan, it was a bit hit and miss ….. and I will no doubt have to go back again.

I am a world of contradictions …… but then it keeps everyone amused, so at least its useful.

We just wrangled a very large, unimpressed … but quite healthy ……. blue tongue lizard, into the front yard.  He had taken residence in our garden shed, but our savage guard dogs (read bath mat sirens) were highly unimpressed with his presence.    Hubby had moved all the stuff around to uncover him, but when he went to grab him, discovered his garden gloves (donned in the event of biting) were too unweildy to get a good grip.   I had my thinner gloves on, and so reached down and grabbed little blue.  He was a very strong boy, and we proceeded to move him around to the front (dog free) garden.

All was ok, until we shifted a block of wood to barricade the gate again.  Underneath was a host of brown crawlies ……. and I responded with a suitable girly scream.

So there you go.  I will happily pick up a 35cm scaly thing that might bite ….. but crawly things freak me out.

………..especially if they can’t see that they’re depressed.

Friend had a major incident last year. Person wasn’t injured particularly badly, but they made a mistake, and their confidence was badly shaken. At the time recovery seemed normal, the physical wounds healed, and they were back “on the horse” so to speak.

But I am wondering if the experience has had more significant psychological effects. Trouble sleeping, constant digestive issues, lots of trips to the loo, difficulty coping with work stress, and a few other issues that usually have a psychological cause.

Of course …. won’t discuss it with me.

My GP suggested depression, and I have been thinking that maybe its something to consider ….. but how do I convince the unconvinced? With my sister it was easy ….. basically I talked sense at her until she gave in and went to see her GP, simply to shut me up. This person is just a bit more stubborn.

Miss17 has been quite militant when it comes to learning to cook. She will happily cook the things she likes (chocolate muffins, noodles etc), but learning to cook “normal food” as in evening meals …… well lets just say that the darling girl is stubborn.

I chucked a tanty on the weekend ….. I have had enough of cooking 7 days a week …. and so I took the menu plan and made some modifications. So hubby now owns Sunday nights, tuesday night is GYO (get your own) and miss17 is on duty on Thursday nights. Tonite was Bacon and Tomato pasta…… a dish she has seen me cook countless times. I placed the recipe in front of her, and retired to the sewing desk to get some much needed sewing done.

(r) ….. I got called to every 5 minutes ….. “do I put the bacon in now?” “how much garlic?” “how long does the pasta take?” “I cooked everything, should I do the garlic bread now?” I wasn’t totally insensitive ….. I don’t even pick up the big pasta pot to drain it ….. so called hubby down for that. And I came out to dish out. But tonite was my first night off in years.

I wonder if hubby expects me to wash up? …. cause it ain’t happening. (rofl)

Well, I am home, after having a molar extracted under anaesthetic today.

I am very dopey from being knocked out, my throat canes big time (from the breathing tube), and even over 6 hours after, my jaw is still numb.

I have the jitters, and am super tired, but can’t sit still. Hubby just threw me out of the kitchen while he cooks tea, but I couldn’t eat anyway. I will get him to warm up some soup for me later.

So excuse the typos ……I am still drugged up to the hilt.