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deathpixieI've been working in the garden today with my mommy and daddy. :) Mum decided to solve the back lawn situation (ie, there was none except really annoyingly tought weeds) by poisoning the lot a few weeks ago, and today by laying down newspaper, adding topsoil on top and sowing lawn seed. So now I can't set foot in the back yard for about four weeks, which is a pain as far as getting stuff out of the garden is concerned, but I'm a climber, I can sort it out. ;)
I've been out in the sun all day, and I've had two post-work beers, and for some reason I'm really feeling them. Possibly the fact I missed lunch, on account of Mum and Dad turning up around twelve and me not being able to admit I'd only just had breakfast. Hmm, definitely need to eat properly tonight - gotta ponder that some more. Somehow I don't think I should be in charge of a sharp knife right now.
I've got to go into work tomorrow - unpaid. Seems the Department of Justice will pay for strangers from the County and Children's Courts, and the Civil Administrative Tribunal to come up here and give talks at the Open Day for the new court, but they won't pay for the people who are actually going to work in the bloody building to come in and give tours. No wonder Pete looks like he's aged twenty years this past week, dealing with this shit. But I'm going in, a) because Paula isn't and I can't leave Pete to cope on his own, poor bastard; and b) I should get a day off in lieu at some point, which I'm hoping will be the Monday after GASP. Think I can pull that card. But I tell you, if I wasn't already leaving this shit job, I would be - the Department has basically shat on us from a great height and as good as told us that we don't matter in the scheme of things, even tho', it's our bloody court.
Gah, I hate being a public servant. The politics suck rocks - great big granite boulders.
In other 'court moving' news, yesterday was our last official business day (we're closed for next week for the move). We marked the occasion by getting a bottle of sparkling shiraz (this is why you send the wine afficiando ie Paula to get the bottle) and getting mellow out in the foyer of the old building. We're having the offical send-off on Saturday (organised by the police) and the unofficial send-off on Friday after we finish up. Out in the backyard of the courthouse, the scene of many a BBQ. It's kind of sad, seeing the old place go - even if it is a truly horrible building to work in. But there's a sense of cameraderie - admittedly not always directed towards myself, but I'm meaning generally - between the court staff and the police and the Corrections people and the lawyers that you won't get at the new place - we're all walled off from each other with security doors and chain link fences.
Hmm, definitely a bath tonight. I'm filthy, and I've been shovelling topsoil and laying out newspapers and my back was already stiff from packing boxes yesterday. I'll have to get the dead huntsman spider out of the tub first, tho'. ;)
I've been out in the sun all day, and I've had two post-work beers, and for some reason I'm really feeling them. Possibly the fact I missed lunch, on account of Mum and Dad turning up around twelve and me not being able to admit I'd only just had breakfast. Hmm, definitely need to eat properly tonight - gotta ponder that some more. Somehow I don't think I should be in charge of a sharp knife right now.
I've got to go into work tomorrow - unpaid. Seems the Department of Justice will pay for strangers from the County and Children's Courts, and the Civil Administrative Tribunal to come up here and give talks at the Open Day for the new court, but they won't pay for the people who are actually going to work in the bloody building to come in and give tours. No wonder Pete looks like he's aged twenty years this past week, dealing with this shit. But I'm going in, a) because Paula isn't and I can't leave Pete to cope on his own, poor bastard; and b) I should get a day off in lieu at some point, which I'm hoping will be the Monday after GASP. Think I can pull that card. But I tell you, if I wasn't already leaving this shit job, I would be - the Department has basically shat on us from a great height and as good as told us that we don't matter in the scheme of things, even tho', it's our bloody court.
Gah, I hate being a public servant. The politics suck rocks - great big granite boulders.
In other 'court moving' news, yesterday was our last official business day (we're closed for next week for the move). We marked the occasion by getting a bottle of sparkling shiraz (this is why you send the wine afficiando ie Paula to get the bottle) and getting mellow out in the foyer of the old building. We're having the offical send-off on Saturday (organised by the police) and the unofficial send-off on Friday after we finish up. Out in the backyard of the courthouse, the scene of many a BBQ. It's kind of sad, seeing the old place go - even if it is a truly horrible building to work in. But there's a sense of cameraderie - admittedly not always directed towards myself, but I'm meaning generally - between the court staff and the police and the Corrections people and the lawyers that you won't get at the new place - we're all walled off from each other with security doors and chain link fences.
Hmm, definitely a bath tonight. I'm filthy, and I've been shovelling topsoil and laying out newspapers and my back was already stiff from packing boxes yesterday. I'll have to get the dead huntsman spider out of the tub first, tho'. ;)
