it's coming into summer and the weather's fuckin' wicked

Today's song title comes from "Fig Jam", by Butterfingers. It's the companion song to "I Love Work", also by them--listen to that first, if you have a chance. They do have swearing and sexual references, but frankly if you're reading my blog, I'd advice you to become inured to those quickly.

You'd think, given some of the fabulous people I know, I'd get up to all sorts of exciting things, but that's really not true. The main reason for that is because all the fabulous people I know have the same sort of schedule I do; i.e., batshit insane.

As an example, yesterday.

I got up at about five in the morning to the sounds of my dog freaking out and the cockatoos in the tree outside mocking her. Those birds are wicked; they like to eat the grass seeds on our lawn, then, when my dog comes out to chase them, perch on a tree exactly half an inch out of reach of her jaw when she's in full spring. I believe this is conclusive proof that birds and reptiles are related; the lace monitors, goannas that grow up to two metres long and usually only appear in hottest parts summer, do exactly the same thing. My dog is apparently fun to torment.

I had to work that morning. This wasn't great, because as far as I'm concerned, the mornings are for sleeping in after pulling an all-nighter on the lab report I totally forgot was due in two days. Fortunately I had finished the damn thing by around one, so I was operating on four hours of sleep instead of none. Equally fortunately, my current job is pretty cushy, and I decided that calling in sick wasn't worth it, because I could probably sneak in a nap on the desk at some point.

So I printed my lab report, ate breakfast (some leftover roast chicken and two cupcakes--very nutritious, I know,) got my shit together, and headed to work at about 7:30. I work for a friend of a friend of one of my professor's, and the job won't last much longer because I'm just a temporary fix--the woman who'd usually be there broke her leg in three places getting hit by a car, so, until she's ready to work again by midway through October, I'm filling in. All I do is answer the phone and fill out paperwork. The place itself is fascinating--a laboratory at a university dedicated to cutting up post-mortem human brains for various research purposes. My job there, however, is dull enough that they can't find someone to do it full time. There's at least two other girls who take the morning shifts, and one other girl who works afternoons when I don't.

I arrived at work at about eight, clocked in, answered the phone twice, and promptly fell asleep on the desk. As I've said, it was dull, so suffice to say I left at 12:30 when the other girl arrived and went to uni.

I handed in my assignment, booted up my laptop, and logged into the Repo chatroom (have you heard about Repo? No? If you like Saw, Rocky Horror, Sarah Brightman, Anthony Stewart Head, Bill Mosely, Skinny Puppy, Paris Hilton, or horrible things happening to Paris Hilton... you may like Repo. Here.) Just as I came in, one of the writers, the director, the music producer, and Bill Mosely signed in. I have excellent timing sometimes.

A friend of mine, Genet, told me she'd be coming in to drop off her report before four, so I decided to sit around for a while. When she didn't show up by 4:15 (and the temperature started to drop rapidly) I gave up, packed up my laptop, and headed for my car. Lucky for Genet, I stopped to get petrol not more than five minutes away from uni, because she called me as I was about to pull out of the petrol station saying she'd just arrived. I went back, had a very late lunch with her and Labrador (fish and chips and a tub of Greek yoghurt from the affectionately named 'Sewery') and gossiped relentlessly about the behaviour of certain people at a social event we both attended. I went home not long after that to feed my dog and prepare myself for today.

Today, just in case you're interested, was just as dull as yesterday; the most interesting part was attending a class about the pros and cons of various psychiatric drugs and the subjectivity of treatment.

Now that I, Genet, Coyote, Labrador, Finch, and most of my other university-going friends have a week's break coming up, we may actually do something interesting--but honestly, I wouldn't hold your breath. After the semester we've had thus far, most of us will be catching up on sleep.