Category: Daily Life

Our big Shepherd Boss doesn’t handle stairs well. He’s ok on the up bit, but coming down is always difficult. Hubby normally has to half carry him. Not that we’ve ever encouraged our dogs to come upstairs, but Boss is a bit of a sook who sometimes can’t wait for hubby to come down.

Yesterday morning I was getting breakfast ready for both dogs. They both get kind of anxious about it if I don’t hurry up. Just as I was about to carry their food out Bossy heard hubby getting out of bed and shot up the stairs. I thought it might be an opportunity to feed them separately, since Ebby is such a guts we normally have to stand guard to stop her from stealing Boss’ food.

Big mistake. Boss heard me and Ebby at the back door and didn’t want to miss out, he started coming down the stairs. Hubby was worried the dog would injure himself and grabbed hold – and was pulled down. Not good on a broken ankle, and for his trouble he was slammed straight into the wall at the bottom. There is now a nasty big hole in the plasterboard.

Last night went to a farewell dinner for Janelle. It was Pot Luck takeaway, we all picked up some food on our way to Janelle’s house after work.

During the evening Jane was telling us about her daughter Sarah, a fashion model, appearing in the haute couture magazine “Rush”. Later in the evening her other daughter sent a text with the news that Grandma had got the names mixed up and proudly purchased a copy of “Ralph” – quite a different type of magazine!

It was a really pleasant evening, we had some laughs and was good to spend some social time with colleagues.

This morning I’d planned to take Celia to visit some puppy dogs and when I rang her she was upset over the unexpected death of an old friend overnight. Thankfully my brain engaged and I didn’t say anything thoughtless or stupid.

Not so the other day at work. A man came to the counter to make a donation, his wife had died at the hospice a couple of days earlier. While she was alive he had been making regular donations towards her care, and when I was filling out the paperwork he anticipated some of the info I had to record. I commented “oh good, you know the drill.. should give you a job here..” instantly I knew it was such a dumb thing to say. He replied “I don’t think so thanks”. That poor man!

Have been prone to depression for many years, and after my last episode I asked my GP for a referral to a psychologist. It is amazing how positive a difference it makes to take some sort of affirmative action. Since lining up the referral I’ve felt really good.

I had an initial assessment the other day and although there is a four week waiting list before I commence any session work, the experience confirmed for me that I am doing a good thing for myself and I hope to see some real improvement in my sense of self worth and confidence.

Good things have been happening in the last couple of weeks.

Workwise, last week I had a very positive end of probation interview, along with an unexpected pay raise. Earlier this week, I had a constructive meeting with our auditor and he showed a lot of support for how I’ve been working. Then later this week, the monthly management meeting passed the annual budget I’d prepared and had lots of good things to say about my work. So after months of feeling I’ve been steering without a rudder and not sure how I was going, I now have plenty of indication that I’m on the right track and that I’m working effectively. My own confidence has gone up in leaps and bounds.

My last assignment came back with good marks. I was not sure about this one because although I know the subject material pretty well, there was some ambiguity with the assignment question. Again, now that I know I’m on the right track I can move onto my next units with confidence.

Hubby returns to work next week. Not that this is necessarily a good thing. He has to keep his ankle in the cast, keep his crutches, can’t drive and is restricted to light duties. According to hubby, “light duties” is whatever crappy jobs the OIC throws his way. Since he can’t drive, hubby will be getting a lift to and from work each day with me. Hubby has been quite happy entertaining himself at home the last few weeks, and would have been content to stay at home another couple of weeks until his ankle had completely healed. Unfortunately WorkCover have a policy of getting the injured worker back to work as soon as possible, ignoring good sense sometimes.

Hubby has been watching this old comedy series today. I suppose it’s a classic but I don’t know what anyone sees in it, I can’t stand to watch. The situations John Cleese’s character Basil gets himself into make me cringe! He is such a sarcastic, angry, unlovable man. And I always feel sorry for poor stupid Manuel when Basil goes off at him.