This Could Go Either Way

Well the best you're going to get out of me is another blog about what's going on at work. Which I'm sure you don't mind, you guys would still read my blog if it was all about being sober in the office, right? Oh. Well fuck you.

In any case, things haven't improved much. I generally manage to escape before 6pm at the moment, which feels like a treat at this point, but I'm still being expected to do actual work for my paycheck, which is downright rude if you ask me.

And now I've just had to send an email to a bunch of senior executives that, in the words of a colleague who just read it, "will either get [me] promoted or fired." So that's not an ambiguous feeling at all.

At this point it's all about the countdown to my next vacation. T minus 9 days...surely I can last that long.

Okay, I'm Not *Actually* Dead

Wow, only just realized that I haven't blogged in weeks now. And when I just came here to log in, it took me about four attempts to remember my password.

The saddest part is the reason I haven't blogged - it's because work has actually taken over my life lately. To the point that I've canceled most of my social engagements over the last couple of weeks to accommodate the fact that 12-hour days are not out of the question at the moment.

The benefits of working my ass off are that my days completely fly by, I actually feel like I'm earning my paycheck, and I have a whole new set of arch-nemeses on which to practice my most passive aggressively worded emails and my utterly condescending stares. I'm looking at you, stupid fat chick.

The downside of course is that I have no life, meaning I have nothing of value to blog about, unless you really want to hear about the new recipe I tried in my slow cooker the other day. (It really was delightful.)

As a matter of fact, the only thing I can think of sharing is that I spent last weekend in Hobart, Tasmania, an odd little island off the south east of Australia's mainland that's a little bit New Zealand, a little bit England, and a whole lot of Middle-earth, at least judging by all the short overweight people without any fashion sense. Pretty sure this was the most fashionable outfit we saw the whole weekend:

But yeah, nice place.

I Might Be Dead Soon

Mickey is visiting from London for a couple of weeks (before he moves back in a few months), and after only one afternoon and evening of hanging out with him, I'm concerned that I might not make it to September. Not only is he an alcoholic, he has the added advantage over my other friends of being in his mid-20's.

I'd give details from the rest of my weekend, but I think everything is still a bit fuzzy. In any case, I will probably spend more time drinking this month than I have since before Mickey and the rest of the crew left Sydney a couple of years ago.