So today I had an extra 15 minutes in bed as I think and normally work 7-11 on Wednesdays.
Had to drop Sean off at work because the zombie killer is on the way to dying (again.. more about that later)
So I fluff pillows before leaving for work take extra care to ensure bouffant is looking splendid and pootle to drop Sean off then get myself to work ... which I have to say very proudly I now know the way without sat nav (the trick is to map it before you leave the house to save data on your phone when driving and use the timer on the cars dash board to guide you to work... or that's what I've been doing. .. until I forgot one morning that I spent 4 minutes defrosting the car with the engine on and missed my turning. Sigh.
Anyway I can get from Majura Park which is Sean's base to Bruce or other wise known as Caitlyn now on my very own. Chuffed
So as I'm pootling along I realise I'm gonna be late but I'm not in a hurry and plus it's raining which means the good people of Canberra drive even more hideous than normal. Seem as I am not looking my best a crash is the last thing I want (wearing jeans that are too big and a top that's older than Charlotte and gym trainers is NOT a good look... unless going to work. I've been assured my uniform will turn up one day... maybe it's coming from Pluto who knows) So as I clock in - finger print recognition no less. My phone beeps to tell me I've had a message from my good friend upstairs to say I'm on a full shift 6.45 - 2.51 (no typo the finish time is actually 2.51)
So not only am I late I'm late late.
I have a true diva fit once I'm with my lovely friends (all 2 of them) and practically scream 'I can't stay till 2.51 I have plans... I'm making a quiche for tea' to which they are shocked and stunned then start hysterically laughing.
I did end up staying (after repeatedly telling them throughout the day that I had quiche to make) and I'm glad I did because 2 kitchen staff had an altercation at lunch time, gravy was thrown and a shove took place! I was enjoying the show and could've quite happily watched them until the end of the shift. But I had a break to take which is far more important.
We all got called in to the office later, me because "the English one saw it" and to that response I made it quite clear to the 2 managers sat at the desk with their lined notebooks and cheap biro pens "my name is Maddi and not the English one. I have a name please use it"
A long pause and frantic scribbling I gave my version of events to the last detail about the gravy throwing. I think I may have been a little over excited I made it sound like a blockbuster movie!!!
But wait there's still more to my day... Whilst on my break my friend from another wing invites me and the other lovelies to go to a new coffee shop straight after work. "Straight after work" I screech. "No, I can't go, look at me I look like a tramp"
She replies "you look fine"
Me "whhhhaaaaat I have trainers on, no way I can't be seen. Sorry but no"
She's in stitches and so are the other lovelies around the table. One actually asked if I'm likely to see anyone I know as surely all the people I know in Canberra would be with me (she had a point.) Thought about that for a minute looked down at my beaten up trainers and declined for a second time.
Then asked that we do it next Wednesday (after my 7-11 shift) so I can at least be looking nice and have time to get ready after work.
It was agreed for next week after one of the lovelies asking why it's ok for them to go out in work clothes but not me. So I simply said becuase you're not wearing manky trainers, massive jeans and a horrible top to which she replied "Oh Maddi, you're so English"
Finally... someone has realised I'm from England!!!!!!
So in short the quiche was deeelish and I went to spin, got shouted at to go upstairs to which we know there isn't an upstairs and told that if we're not at 130rpm we really aren't trying hard enough. I snuck out just after class just incase I was quizzed over my rpm
Right, like I mentioned, the zombie killer is dying again...This time the gear box apparently. ... before this remember it had died because the diesel pump went.
Sean had been spending most evenings in the freezing cold fixing it. Until one night I hear a thud, a very loud shout, yelp and a whimper.......
Did I tell you about Gary? We were looking after him for Ob's friend for 5 days (pictures attached) he's awesome and I love him to bits (but not so much a 2am, 4am and 6am when he would grunt in my ear and start to whine)...(And yes it definitely was Gary and not Sean) anyway enough about Gary (he ate one of my books when he was left for an hour. Why he choose Sophie Kinsella when he could have had the Canberra free weekly magazine with glossy pictures and sudoko quiz I'll never know, he could've read his horoscope as well, he wouldn't have got all that from my Sophie Kinsella book. Sigh)
So after he hears this commotion from the garage he gets distressed and starts snuffling at the door to the garage which makes me think I'd better investigate, to which I find Sean face down on the floor gasping and holding his side.
I'm now trying to hold back a 32kg bulldog who thinks Sean is naturally lying on the floor for his enjoyment and wants to lick him and generally love him all over.
Manage to guide Gary back in the house and then ask Sean if he's ok and why is he on the floor "I fell off the stool Mad trying to fix the ute" he tells me through gritted teeth and clutching his left side.
"Why are you on my kitchen school" I skriek
"Because I was fixing the truck and it's too high without a stool"
Me "Well that's a bit stupid isn't it"
Sean "yes Mad"
The crux's of it is that we think he's got broken / cracked rib/s the ironic thing is that a week before he went out on a bike ride with 2 mates from work and one fell off and broke his ribs after slipping on a tree root sticking up an inch from the ground, to which Sean has had great delight in taking the mickey out of him.
Sean has hidden his pain and agony from people at work in case he gets a taste of his own medicine.
We have declined going to hospital to officially get them looked at as don't want the pleasure of paying thousands for the privilege.
So in between ouchs and eeks and many other stronger unprintable words he's struggling on bless him.
Please feel free to send him some sympathy because I'm pretty much all out. It's been 2 weeks now. No improvement but still plenty of ooos and ouchs.
Love to you all xxx
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