Non zero fun-ness

Oooh, time for another update. More toilet shenanigans at work today, and not of the "holy fuck how are we going to unclog THAT?" variety as you will see from my other postings below. No, I went to the gents' today and saw on the floor a smallish paper David Jones bag, which in itself is not a big deal, but when I gave it a gentle kick with my foot, its contents were revealed as an empty Calvin Klein underwear box. Not sure exactly what sort, but judging by the size it was some sort of boxer brief box. So, time for speculating (and anyone who reads this feel free to speculate as well). Did this person put on these CKs because...

a) They crapped themselves at work, and needed some fresh smalls (God forbid the toilet plugger crapped himself, imagine trying to unsoil those undies)
b) They neglected to wear underwear to work that morning, and decided to correct the situation
c) They had a hot date that night, were hoping to get lucky, and decided that wearing a pair of whities with a permanent skid mark in the backside probably wasn't such a great idea.

As stated above, any other reasons more than welcome! I don't know why they didn't just dispose of the box in the rubbish bin a whole four feet away from the cubicle it was in...

Am moving house next weekend, returning to sharing with my former flatmate. Should be interesting. Just to the next suburb from here so not too far away. I know I will have a lot more space which will be great, and should be a lot cooler in Summer too. Need to buy a fridge (flatmate has bought lots of furniture so I need to buy something!), so some fridge shopping will happen this weekend, as well as packing and throwing out of stuff. I think I am going to need to make a trip to the dump at some time too, which is something I have not done since I was a kid, when I seemed to go there a hell of a lot with my Dad (and I can't remember why it was so often). I just remember that it stank, that the road you drove along felt bumpy and squishy, and that seagulls and yellow bulldozers dominated the hideous environment. Anyway I got a call from the real estate agent today for the place I am in and promptly sent the call to voicemail as I was busy drinking beer at the time following a very nice yum cha lunch. They want to bring people to inspect - the ad for this place being for lease is already in the classifieds. I might call her back tomorrow. I find it kind of amusing that they have described this flat as renovated, given I have been here over 2 years (in which time nothing has been done), and the paintwork in here is rough as, with strange marks where pictures used to hang, and a few too many settlement cracks for a building that's meant to be like 7 years old.

Work has been very busy, especially after someone left in our team a few weeks back and I am assisting to pick up the slack, which is difficult when I was already busy. Oh well, shit happens. I just hope the chair gets filled soon before I go bonkers. I'm already falling into the trap of prioritising things kind of like medics do in triage after a disaster, that is putting red tags on things which basically means "totally unimportant - potential to sort itself out".

Am thinking of taking holidays again. Qantas is doing a special deal on Frequent Flyers to Singapore, so I was thinking of taking 3 weeks off and doing what I did last time, ie paying from Singapore to the UK. Wouldn't mind seeing some bands I like over there. I know the Bluetones are doin a tour. Want to go to Berlin again too. Probably just a pipe dream though. I doubt I could get the time off at the moment. Bleurgh.