There’s something oddly delightful about having the whole office to yourself first thing on a Friday morning before everything kicks off and we all crash into a wall at 5. There’s something less oddly delightful about the courier who busted in, breaking up the silence, and scared the poop out of me.
I’m slowly coming to the realisation that if I ever hope to have a social life again (at least, over the next 6-12 months), I’ll need to move closer to work. They’ve been great in letting me work from home two days this week, but there are certainly no promises I can keep doing that. It would be nice to be 20-30 minutes away from work, rather than 2 hours.
And so the hunt begins. In my non-existent downtime, I need to find an appropriate room mate and find somewhere to live. I hope I have the former tentatively penciled in very lightly with a 4H pencil: darling Izzy. The latter will be difficult, but at least there is no urgent rush.
It’s all qualified in my head; renting in Sydney could be a nice stepping stone, and certainly a change of scenery that I’m looking for.
I wonder if my Mum will travel to Sydney to pick up my washing?
Playing good day/bad day, because my creative isn’t stretching any more than my overly tight hamstrings.
Good
- A quiet day in the office. Heads down, bums up.
- Train trips went quickly. Return trip was aided by an episode of Mad Men and an American Theatre Wing podcast.
- Helped out a young guy who left his phone on the train when he got off a few stops before me.
- Coming home to find Nico has washed and ironed my work shirts from the last two days.
Bad
- Finding my kitchen smelling like effluence instead of affluence. Attributed to a VERY stinky bin and piles of dishes to be washed.
- My new bed time of 9:30 not allowing for the work I had to do. Note the time of this post.
- My neighbour harassing me again over minor issues (apparently I’m to be blamed for placing my rubbish in the wrong bin – clearly I rarely take my rubbish out at all).
I spent the weekend preparing the house for what I knew would be less time at home to do chores. I even washed the exterior windows and cleaned the window frames and walls outside. What I didn’t expect was how much time this job was going to eat up. Being out of the house for 14 hours of the day is exhausting, not to mention my 5:30 wake up each day. Other than that, I love the job so far and the people are great. I just hope I find a way to restore the work:home balance somewhat. At the moment, it’s 90%:5%, and it’s a struggle.
How did I spend my New Years Eve? Other than heading down to the harbour for 20 minutes to see the fireworks, Nico and I decided (or rather, I decided and simply started, assuming he’d join in) to have a photoshoot of some Threadless tees. Not out of the blue, mind you, but because you get store credit for doing it. Here’s what we came up with.
J.Wilks 
You know, I could do your washing :)
but you would have to cook for me…especially if we didn’t have any eggs.