Life between coffees.
A while ago I put a photo of my desk on this blog, it even ended up in the Flickr cool picture thingy for the use of notes.
We’ve moved house since then and the desk has changed a little so I thought I should update the picture. Click on the pic below to be taken to the Flickr page for notes on what is what.
Just when was the last time I wore these jeans? There’s a winning scratchy in my back pocket – I’m a whole $2 better off than I thought I was.
Our phone bill arrived in the mail today. One of these days I’m going to do a degree in Phonebillology so I can make sense of it. They did make one error though – it was very easy to see how much our long distance calls cost. That was a very big mistake to make because I have started experimenting with VOIP using Skype. (Mum, this means making phone calls using the computer over the internet instead of a phone over phone lines.) As long as you’re not using up your bandwidth with torrents or downloads the quality is fine.
On our current bill we made 67 minutes of ‘National Calls’. For this honour we were charged $13.50. Using Skype instead it would have cost us $2.10. Sorry Optus, that’s the last time you will be charging us for national calls, and when our contract expires we’ll probably drop our land line too.
When I have to go back to work there are some habits I’ve picked up that are going to be hard to break.
But the hardest will be not picking up my boy and giving him a hug whenever I want.
Phee had the day off school today, a ‘curriculum day’ for her teachers, and thanks to a particularly fine display of attitude last night wasn’t allowed to watch a DVD, or television, today. By 10:00 am she was moping on the couch, looking at the television that steadfastly refused to turn on no matter how hard she wished.
Seeing Miss Grump sitting there I scooped up Bert, piled them both in the car and headed off down to Williamstown to the library. Now I haven’t been a library member in a very, very long time. I generally buy books I want to read (ah, the carefree life of a childless single person) or having a lovely wife who previously worked in a library all I had to do was drop an email and the book, on a seemingly never ending loan, would magically appear on the dinner table that night. I took along the only bill I have with my address on it (bugger, it’s a week overdue) and after finding the book I was after (The Slot Car Bible) and joined up.
Oh me oh my. How things have changed. Way back when, about 20 years ago, I remember you were allowed 3 books at a time from the good old Shepparton library and now it’s 25 books, plus DVDs, plus CDs. And there’s tech – no more date stamps and flaps of paper inside the front cover; it’s all self serve barcodes, scanners and tiny thermal printers. As Rae reads this blog I’m not even going to mention that the age of librarians seems to have decreased and cuteness levels vastly increased. These days there seems to be a lot to be said for being well read.
It’s either a sign I’m getting old or that I need to head back to work.
Browsing a rewards catalogue today I got excited that we almost had enough points to get a bagless vacuum cleaner.
Tomorrow I’m going to go and blow my whole allowance on something I completely don’t need with shiny buttons to push just to make sure I’m still me.