Stressful times

I lost the keys to my house on Friday, and I still haven't found the originals yet. I had to call my brother home from Canberra to come down and get his pair cut for me, and thank god I found a spare set that my dad had kept. I'm still missing the keys for the post office, and the mail box downstairs at work. I had to sleep at my aunt's place on Friday night, after she picked me up from my boyfriend's place. My parents don't know about it yet. And I'm hoping they won't find out about it. I couldn't even eat that night I was so worried. Even now I'm still feeling bad about what happened. Things were just so terrible that day, and I don't know what will happen now. It's just been so embarrassing too, I hope people at work still trust me.

Well anyone can wear stilettos

I've whinged about this fact to anney, me best friend, and she doesn't seem the least fazed by it. Well, maybe she's right. Maybe I'm making too much of this. But the fact is, me boyfriend's got a staring problem. And I'll tell you what he stares at. PERVES AT I should say. And that's women's feet. Stilettoed feet in particular. God, he can't help himself, the poor bastard. And he does it right in front of me. I mean, there's no attempt at disguise. No, that would be too much effort. It's just plain for anyone to see. I've discussed this with him, but there's been no change in his behaviour whatsoever. I mean, he does it without even thinking about my feelings. How'd he like it if I perved at some guy's arse, openly and honestly? But no, I've got dignity. I could try wearing stilettos for his viewing pleasure, but why I should I suffer bunions and corns for his sick perversity? God, if only I had some guy who doesn't perve. Is that too much to ask?

sunday afternoon tea

I actually baked a banana bread loaf this afternoon. Purely at will. And it turned it alright. Even though the recipe called for brown sugar, not white, and rasperries, not strawberries. Still, I made do, and it turned out good. Probably better than the original recipe mind joo. I always knew I could cook, if I felt like it enough. My parents were always worried I wouldn't be able to "survive" on my own. Meh, give me a recipe, and I'll make it. God. It's not hard to follow instructions. And I don't what they're so worried about. It's not like I'll starve to death. I'm going to bring a couple of slices to work tomorrow, and eat them on me own. Yeah that's right, on my own. I was offered a raspberry muffin last Friday, and I ate it, and it was nice. I don't know, I just don't like sharing things. Never found any satisfaction from it. Unless there's something in it for me.

Is there anything else besides work?

Ah, I'm getting tired, and I have to get up early tomorrow to do me taxes. Huh, I better get something back. I'm not paying back nothing. This year I started a new job, two in fact. So far, the latest one has been more interesting, and more varied, but it does take a lot more effort, even though some of the things I do aren't all that difficult, and yet other things are. Sometimes people seem to take me for granted. It can get so lonely in the office. I don't think I'll stay in this job that long. I might move on in a few years. Unless they give me a pay rise. I should have been more firm in my demands. I didn't know my worth I suppose. But now I do, and I'm not going to settle for any less.