Recruiter couldn’t get hold of one of my references, so I messaged him and he’s calling her back.

One reference check is done and went really well. Thank you to the unnamed user that stuck their neck out for me ❤️

I was freaking out about nothing. So on edge waiting to start my job. Keep expecting something to go wrong.

Everything is fine.

Sometimes I wonder if the cat sees me as more than a food dispenser.

I’ve been sick in bed all day pretty much, and she’s sitting beside me. When I fell asleep and woke up suddenly she was all alert, checking to see if I was OK.

Right now, the heater is on in the lounge room. She has a favourite spot she sits in (on top of her TP nest).

But she’s sitting in the cold bedroom with me instead.

Good old fluffy butt.

IRL cakeday.

Getting to work was crazy today - I somehow hit the link on my work app for the second client instead of the first, and only discovered the mistake when I was almost there - partly because a friend phoned to wish me happy birthday and proceeded to grizzle about how she’d lost something she’d bought yesterday at her local shopping centre. So has to phone the office and tell them to tell the client I’d be late. At least, given their recent track record, they were… reasonable.

Both clients treated me very well - part of the reason I agreed to work today - and the (other) papou gave me four frozen meals from Greek meals on wheels that his wife hadn’t liked, so score. But I think next year I’ll take the day off.

Anyway I got the notification that my click and collect from Kmart was ready so I went to pick it up and of course was behind someone who was having trouble with his order and had to return half the store. Finally got out of there and got a bahn mi and some cakey things from my favourite local bakery, as well as a bottle of pear cider.

Now relaxing with the cats after a shower, and planning on ordering whatever looks appealing from Menulog.

Time to switch off the news.

All this Trump stuff making him out like a hero makes me sick to the stomach.

Jesus christ I feel so fucked from changing my sleep pattern. Can’t do anything except sit and stare.

Bed time couldn’t come soon enough.

Meeting went poorly. But I said that if they don’t retrofit a deadbolt onto my spare room I’ll install one myself and they won’t have a key, and they took that pretty seriously, and said they’d look into it. I more than likely won’t because I have no clue how I’d do that (plus the door frames extend a few cm above the door), but they don’t know that.

Besides that, I think he knocked them back for a kitchen renovation, but unfortunately it seems he knocked everyone back on anything. They’re not going to fix the rotting floor or the uneven stairs, at least anytime soon.

But the property issues are the least of my concern at the moment. I’ll be having that meeting with the area manager at 2. He’ll bring the program manager (who’ll take minutes), and I’ll be recording it on my phone and bringing my support person. I need to start making some notes so I don’t get all discombobulated and agree to everything he says.

Recruiter for the job I got called me. I missed the call, rang her back.

She didn’t answer and I’m nervous

Edit: She’s doing reference checks. Still don’t know why she called me…

Goodnight everyone. Here’s hoping for a more productive day tomorrow 🤞🏾

I thought I had a nasty patch of dry skin on the back of my hand, but it turned out to be dried remnants of the icing from my morning tea.

Time to go to Aldi, and grab an “Adult Hobby” kit they have on special.

Mr Woof has taken to providing a full turndown service for my bed each night. This involves piling the doona up at the foot of my bed and curling up on top of it.

Sickie = chucked. Not going into an office with a now properly sore throat, and I decided I won’t even wfh today as I could do with resting up/catching up on things I couldn’t do on the weekend, rather than pushing myself.

Good night everyone. 😘😘😘