Argh!!!!!!

I said to The Bean this morning, “It’s Monday”, and her response was, “No, it’s Thursday” to which I further stated, “It’s a Monday because there was a break in the week.”

Holy crap on sleet, snow and burnt toast! Just after seven this morning I got a heads-up that I may be walking into a shitstorm when I arrived at the office. Turns out that an attempt to aid a colleague confused her and had her here until after eight last night – on a public holiday. I apologised and she was understanding, but nevertheless, the day pretty much has gone downhill from there and I am over it. Seriously. Fucking. Over. It!

Thank goodness we are closing for our summer break tomorrow, because I don’t know how much more strain I can take. I am beyond exhausted, both mentally and physically. Aside from the pressure at work, I am gatvol of Covid-19. While I am not a big fan of the beach, I do enjoy a swim in the sea during my holiday; the beaches are now closed to swimmers, but open to surfers and fishermen. I wonder how the virus discerns between the different beachgoers.

I don’t have much planned for my holiday, other than spending some time with my folks and popping out to the farm to see Shayla-Rae, her mum, her hubby and my Goddaughter, Mouse. I will be able to spend some time in the pool there too, which is a win.

Anyway, I’m off to make myself a cup of Rooibos tea, because if I drink coffee and someone further pisses on my parade, I may just klap them.

I promise that my next post will be a non-rant.

Meh, Meh, Meh!

One thing I have struggled with during the lockdown is reading. I’m not sure why, because reading has always been a great form of escape for me. It’s as if my brain refuses to leave the place it’s at now to go to places of fantasy, murder, and intrigue. It’s frustrating to say the least.

Maybe it’s because I’m feeling like John Coffey in The Green Mile, which coincidentally is one of my favourite books.

There is a lot of awful stuff going on. Not just in South Africa, but globally. It makes me sad, even though I know there is nothing I can do about it. As far as possible I try to live in my little bubble, oblivious to what’s going on around me, but the muck still filters through.

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Hmph!

Warning:  I am in an extremely foul mood.  Use of expletives to vent my frustration is required.

Fuck, fuck FUCK!!!  It might as well have been Friday, the thirteenth today. 

The girls from work and Sandra’s friend, Kerry and I all went out for dinner to Panarotti’s last night – eat all the pizza you can for R49-95.  The hangover is the result of two glasses of free red wine because we had to wait an age for a table, and then a half a litre of Sangria with dinner.  My poor aching head.

To add insult to injury – Mom, in her infinite fucking wisdom, decided to have new remote controls activated for the garage doors, house alarm and new safety gate.  Why she insists on fixing something that isn’t broken, only she will know.  This morning I couldn’t get into my garage at all – not with the new remote, nor the old one!  And I was already late for work.  Fuck!  So, when I went upstairs telling her I would have to use Dad’s car to get to work, she almost had a hissy fit.  As if it is MY fault that the stupid fucking remotes aren’t working.

On my way to work (now even later than I was before!), I got pulled over by the traffic cops for a routine check.  THAT at least went off without a hitch, because quite honestly, if the traffic cop had fined me, I would probably have ended up in the chookie for crimen injuria.

Right, at work, things just seem to get worse…arriving late (obviously!) and then walking straight into the proverbial shitstorm.  Fridays are generally not good days at the farm because of millions of meetings and reports that have to be completed before lunch.  Imagine now how one is supposed to do the million reports when there is no electricity, until just after nine, and no coffee until then either!

Finally online, the reports begin…I pop off to the loo only to discover no water – the unexpected, excessive rain has resulted in a burst pipe 😦 

It is not a good day…on the flip-side, it can only get better (I hope!)