Quite strange feeling like i have to live like this.
Am trying to prepare for whatever unexpected shenanigans the morning might bring.
I hope there’ll be a roster in my inbox for starters, that would be quite nice.
Wish i had some money-laundried filthy lucre for another massage but i might be able to pay for a longer session, including the xxx oil (!) after next Monday.
And, after all, I used to have weekly massages on a Monday night a long long time ago and that regular health regime agreed with me, so i might as well aim to reinstall that.. Deo Volente.
However, I hope to be able to mend a few bridges but it all depends on the response to the horrible development involving L.J. Hooker’s devastating bombshell on Wednesday.
Around 10.30am, my hardworking, dedicated (and I mean this BTW) NDIS Support Organiser will materialise in my paranoid coastal goldfish bowl, so it will be fascinating to hear directly how on Earth the negotiations with the real estate agent/landlord could possibly have resulted in this fresh avalanche of unnecessary stress.
Now, I know what you are thinking, me hearties,
‘Oi! Wizardy Weirdo or whatevva .. The Blizzard of Dross? You’d better make damn sure you record that convo!!’
Incredible though, once people realise i can handle all kinds of crapola, as long as i am not left in the dark, the lovely super-charming Richo appears and all is well again.
Had a lovely service to kick off the day followed by some clarifying recalibration with my NDIS Guru, after which we made some good stuff happen – comms and collaboration – and we were besties once more as I walked her back up to her car.
Me: “You’re lovely, so funny..”
NDIS Guru: “I think you’re the funnier one!”
Fancy an oldie but a goodie? Here’s one I prepared earlier, while locked up voluntarily at RNSH Mental Inpatients..