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Tick Tock

I have been so demotivated to blog. Usually I have a few blog posts brewing in my head and always have lots to say…but right now my mind is pretty one track. Its actually pretty boring in my head right now and I will spare you the details.

The days are ticking away now. I’m counting down the days until my maternity leave. I can’t freaking WAIT. I am so gatvol [fed up] with work it isn’t funny! I think the fact that I would have had maternity leave with Jamie already just added to this frustration. 19 more days to go, 14 of which I will actually be at work and 10 of which Jubba will be in attendance for. Although my maternity leave will start on the 25th of January, my last day will be the 22nd of January.

I speak of this as if it is a certainty. I have not actually booked my maternity leave yet. I have requested that human resources allocate my maternity leave quota on the system so that I can apply for it, but I have not heard back from them yet. I have sent them the letter from my gynae saying when my expected due date is and since then I haven’t heard anything. I suppose I should call them. I am anxious to book it and have it on black and white that I get to leave here for 6 months! I must say I am very blessed to work for a company that grants us 6 months maternity leave with full pay. No standing in the unemployment queue for me! That being said…I’ve been working here for almost 10 years now and I need to get away for a bit, even if it is to learn to appreciate it a bit more.

I’ve been working since I was 16. I used to work part time at a retail clothing store most weekends and once I finished high school I started working where I do now. Since then I have been working non stop. In that time (since I was 16) the longest period I haven’t worked for was a month, when I went to London.

Don’t get me wrong. I know I won’t be on holiday. I know I’ll have my hands full with Babyice, but I won’t be at work. I won’t have to deal with grumpy customers. I won’t have to deal with my boss. I won’t have to deal with my colleagues. I will be exhausted…so tired I want to cry…(I get that way sometimes, even before having a baby!) and I’ll have someone vomiting and peeing on me…but I won’t be at work.

So tick tock….don’t dare stop the clock!

La la la la leave

So today is my last day at work before I go on leave for a week. Half of next week is practically Christmas anyway (Christmas Eve and Christmas Day) so it’s not going to be extremely restful. I tried to take my leave as close to Christmas as possible so that Rudi and I could be on leave together for a little while, but it will not be so. His tit of a boss is making him work till Tuesday, possibly Wednesday next week. His boss is going away today already and making the staff work until the last possible freaking day.


On the other hand, I won’t have to see my boss again till the 10th of January. Then…10 working days later, I’ll be on maternity leave and I won’t have to see him for 6 months. SCORE!


As per tradition Christmas Eve will be spent with my family. Everyone will come over to our house for something to eat and the opening of presents. Christmas Day will be spent with Rudi’s family. They still haven’t decided what they would like to do for Christmas. Rudi usually starts bugging them around June/July to find out what we are doing, they usually decide around the 24th of December. This arrangement has worked perfectly well for us in the past. We both get to spend Christmas with our families and I do see my family at church on Christmas morning before going off to the in laws.


Rudi hasn’t bought Christmas presents for his family yet, so I still have some wrapping to do. I also still need to get a present for Leebeesa. I don’t usually exchange Christmas gifts with friends, but she insisted and set a R20.00 limit for the gift. She used to be hard to shop for, now she is nearly impossible to shop for. Now that she is a vegan you can’t just buy her a box of chocolates or something…and to find something for R20.00 is damn near impossible.


So I have some data left on my bundle and I’m at home alone on Monday and Tuesday, so I’ll pop online (or spend the whole day online) to pass the time. Maybe I won’t disappear off the radar completely 🙂

Bye Bye 2009…

This is what I said about the end of 2008:


I bid this year farewell with great joy. I cannot wait to leave it behind. I had high hopes for 2008 as well:

2007 has been a really good year for me. I got married and progressed very well at work. 2007 exceeded my expectations. I hope that 2008 will do the same and more.

So much for that. So many people died this year, got sick this year and had terrible things happen to them. I am glad it’s over. I could almost erase this year from my life without regret.




2009 may have started with much grief and sadness, but has ended with much to be excited about. It doesn’t mean it’s been an easy year though. My Evil Mother has really been through the ringer and she likes to spread the misery. I’ve had to make some hard decisions and have had to be willing to enforce them.  My grandfather’s cancer is still hanging around, but he is willing to go for treatment and go through hell to survive and I really admire him for that.


Work has been tough. Working for Jubba is no picnic and there has been zero career progress this year. I guess you can’t win every year. Probably won’t win next year either since I’ll be at home for half of it 🙂


All in all…2009 hasn’t been too bad, except for the family issues…2010 my life will change forever and I cannot wait!


I was only going to go to the doctor today, but luckily I called yesterday to make an appointment. Turns out he is away on course today and tomorrow, but managed to fit me in yesterday already.


Remember I was sick in May? I had flu which turned into bronchitis and then developed a secondary infection. At the time my doctor was in America (also attending a conference) and I was treated by another doctor in his practice. What a quack. I had to go back to him 3 times. Only the 3rd time I went back to him did he take me really seriously and stopped trying to treat me with over the counter meds. At that point I was so ill I required antibiotics, cortisone injections and and and…


Since being so sick in May my chest had never quite been right. It would randomly close up and start wheezing. So loudly that Rudi could hear it and it prevented him from sleeping. It would clear itself up pretty quickly though and would be fine for a day or two and since I couldn’t predict when it would close up, I didn’t go to the doctor.


It was all downhill from Monday though…my chest closed up and didn’t open again. By yesterday it had gotten worse instead of better and I decided to go to the doctor (and deplete my last bit of medical aid with that appointment).


My doctor suspects I have low level asthma (but wrote bronchitis on my doctor’s certificate). He immediately booked me for physiotherapy which includes being nebulized with cortisone beforehand. He also gave me a nasal spray and pump which I need to use twice a day. The medication alone was R670.00 (and completely safe for baby). Add to that two doctor’s appointments (I have to see him again on Monday after work) – R500.00 and 3 sessions of physio – R210.00.  It never rains, but it pours. I only had enough money left in my medical aid for one doctor’s appointment so the rest is out of pocket – not to mention all my upcoming gynae appointments and tests required.


After physio yesterday I started coughing violently and it did seem that the fluid on my chest started to come out rather than just move around. The physiotherapist said it did sound a bit better today, which means we will probably be able to avoid antibiotics as my doctor is trying to do. I really hope this sorts my chest out once and for all. I told my doctor about how my chest has been giving me problems since May and he reckons it really never got better properly. That’s one thing I love about my doctor. He sorts you out properly the first time.


Almost 6 years ago I had an asmathic infection and he prescribed the same pump and physio, it worked. I’m positive it will work again. Last time I was able to take antibiotics, but since it’s already getting better I’m hoping it won’t be necessary.


Of course my boss is being an ass about me being off. I let him know yesterday that I had been to the doctor and had been booked off for the rest of the week. His reply was ‘What is the reason?’. I told him and he didn’t respond. No, ok, fine, fuck you, nothing. I am the 3rd person in my team off sick this week though. I have been coughing rather badly since the start of the week and it is evident I really am sick, so I’m not bothered!


To health!


I’m having an offish day today. I woke up this morning wanting to cry. Just the thought of having to come to work and face a potentially grumpy boss made me feel hopeless. He snapped at me yesterday and again made me feel incompetent (what he is best at it seems) and that has just lingered on through to today. Rudi wasn’t very impressed when I started bawling in the car on the way to work. Last night I lay awake worrying about work issues, something I was crapped on for by my boss on Monday. This morning I decided to be proactive and work at it, trying to improve and I got a snotty response from the person I need to resolve the problem. I said: “Please follow up on this call this morning. The customer has already called back and logged another complaint. Your urgent assistance would be appreciated”. His response was “I did follow up on the call and I know how to do my job and what is expected.” What the hell? Was that really necessary? I replied to his e-mail and explained to him that I did not mean to imply that he does not know how to do his job. What a tosser.


Pile on top of that the fact that I’m sick and you have all the ingredients for a pity party for one. I developed a cough around Sunday night and it’s getting quite chesty. The constant coughing is also making my throat sore…something I loathe. I haven’t stayed home yet and don’t really see the point of paying a doctor R300.00 if he can’t prescribe me medicine. Maybe it will just go away. If it gets any worse I suppose I’ll be forced to go to the doctor, but I’m not going to be happy if medication is required. Things are going really well with this pregnancy and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize it.


So today I’m going to be a whiny bitch and tomorrow I might just decide not to get out of bed.

I screwed up…

…colossally at work. I did something for someone without thinking twice about it. He is a superior and we often help him out with requests, but this particular one was of a sensitive nature. Because of our working relationship with him I didn’t question it for one second. Only once a colleague mentioned it was risky this morning did everything start seeming rather dodgy…


I went to make breakfast with Leebeesa and while buttering my toast just broke down, realizing what the implications of my actions could be. Of course she comforted me and was the voice of reason. She told me to report it to our supervisor so that I was covered should it somehow blow up in my face.


My supervisor came over and listened to my story. He immediately said he would contact the person who had requested the information and clear things up with him. He also reprimanded the person for not requesting the information through him as this would have prevented me getting so upset.


I was seriously in a state. My supervisor came to me and said he would hate to know what I’m going to look like when someone dies because he had seriously thought something terrible had happened. Shame, the poor guy has to put up with the hormonal mess. I really don’t cry in his office often. I did around the time we lost Jamie…and now I’m pregnant and bawling again!


The guy who requested the information from me sent an apology e-mail and assured my supervisor and I that everything is above board and that nothing unethical was going on.


Despite the fact that everything is sorted out now I still feel a bit rattled and couldn’t stop crying for about 2 hours after everything happened and the realization hit me. The colleague who started the entire conversation and pointed out the risk also felt really bad and apologised. He said he didn’t mean to upset me, although I don’t know what he thought would happen.


I could have lost my job for doing what I did. Can you imagine all the things that went through my head? I just bought a new car. I have a baby on the way. I panicked.  Luckily Leebeesa was there to provide a shoulder and be the voice of reason. I probably would have tried to sweep it under the rug and hope it goes away, even though telling my supervisor was the right thing to do.


Now I need to relax. Poor Babyice is probably worried about me being hysterical and all.


I’m really trying my best not to write an entire rant about Jubba. I will refrain. I must be zen. I must not let him get to me. Breath in. Breath out. In. Out.

Right. So Rudi and I are also going to watch The Knowing with Nicholas Cage on Saturday. The trailer looks really good, but I’ve heard whispers on Twitter that the ending is a disappointment.

I’m probably being quite optimistic with all my weekend plans, considering the all day sickness seems to be getting worse at the moment, but I can’t stop my life.


Just barfed at work. That’s a first. Usually my system doesn’t allow me to barf in public. I do feel a bit better though. My lunch is almost over and I haven’t had anything to eat yet. I thought I could have plain salted popcorn, but they didn’t have. Leebeesa gave me two provitas. So sweet of her.

Anyway. Hoping Jubba stays out of my way for the rest of the day and that I get enough rest this weekend. I certainly need it.


I literally fell out of bed this morning. It was funny, but not really funny at the time so much. I got up, and obviously didn’t do it very well and I tipped over against the wall. I righted myself and then tripped over the wires next to my bed. No serious injuries. Not even a bruise, I think. Despite the manner in which I was rudely awoken…I am in a fantastic mood today! I have a vibey song stuck in my head and I can’t help shaking “it” every now and then…

I have *no* idea why…but I am not going to complain! I can’t remember the last time I felt like this! Positive and happy (even wearing my Clinique Happy today)…just marvellous! I’m obviously also happy because it’s Friday and I can finally have a lie in tomorrow morning.

There was a slight ‘hiccup’ with my bonus calculation. I received a poor score for something I *know* I do properly…Jubba has been investigating for a the last 3 days. This morning we checked together and they were wrong! The report was incorrect and I scored 100% instead of 81%. In your faces! I knew it!

Phew…a lot of “!” for one post 🙂

No huge plans for the weekend. I’m looking forward to Sarah and Brad’s housewarming tomorrow night. We also have a Chief Apostle service on Sunday – which only starts at 10…another little lie in on Sunday then.

We just received free t-shirts from work and mine actually fits. It’s definitely my day today. The workload doesn’t even look too heavy. I am going to play the lotto today. This lucky streak is too good to waste!

On a side note…I really have to find a better way of organizing my earrings and necklaces:

I thought buying this stand thingie would really help so that my necklaces don’t get tangled and knotted (Rudi eventually started refusing to de-tangle and un-knot them)…but I’ve acquired so many earrings and things in the interim…the above happened. Also, this little stand doesn’t hold my stud earrings. Any have a workable idea for me?


Yesterday I signed up to Twitter. I’d heard about it before, but I wasn’t sure what it was. The word ‘twitter’ was coming up a lot in my daily life (even on the radio) and I decided to sign up and check it all out. Nice thing about twitter? It’s not blocked at work like Facebook. Yet.

So the cell phone number for my father was a dead end, although I kind of expected that. I didn’t call the number, in case you were wondering. Cell phone numbers are quite disposable, despite some people wanting to hang on to them for dear life. Really, I know. Some people don’t use their cell phone number for over a year and then wonder why it is deleted. Like the networks have space to save all the millions of profiles of SIM cards that are most likely thrown away. Read the terms a conditions for pete’s sake. OK. Rant over!

I’m starting to feel a bit better. I still have a bit of a cough and my tummy still hurts, but other than that I’m in ordinary health. I have to go to the doctor soon for a ‘check up’. I’m taking out life insurance and I guess they want to make sure I’m not already dying on them. They pay for the doctor’s appointment though. It’s basically a free physical. I’m not going to complain. I also have to go for a blood test to ensure that I’m a non-smoker. Under normal circumstances that wouldn’t be a problem, but a little while ago while Rudi and I were fighting I was REALLY stressed out and I kind of started smoking again. Not much, just the occasional cigarette…and then when I had a drink I would light up. I was almost smoking every day. The last time I smoked was Sunday. I’ve been told it should be out of my system in a week and half. I guess we’ll have to see what the blood test yields. It hasn’t been too tough to stop again now that I have a goal. Yeah I know. I’m bad. I almost had two years on my smoke free record. Idiot. Now I have to start counting all over again like the relapsed addict I am.

It’s Jubba’s birthday today. The team has planned a little surprise party for him and booked him a one hour full body massage as a gift. We’ll be buying him Nando’s. His favourite. I had a little chat with Jubba a while ago. I aired my feelings and I told him about how people perceive him. I explained to him that I have seen his softer side and it was a real pity that people judged him by his outbursts of rage. I tried to impress on him that people tend to remember the bad stuff you do, especially when the bad stuff is so extreme. Since our little chat our relationship has seemed to improve. He has really become a bit better. Towards me anyway. He also said he’s taking it easy on me since we lost James as he can tell I’m not my old self anymore. I cried in his office. I felt stupid, but he asked me how things were at home. He asked during the week when Rudi and I were fighting and I felt like my marriage was crumbling. If he didn’t want to know, he shouldn’t have asked.

We stayed up late last night. Well, late for us. For those of you who didn’t know we go to bed at around 20:30 usually and wake up around 05:30. Early to bed, early to rise. We really got into season 3 of Criminal Minds and that caused us to stay up past our bedtime. Pity I’m working this weekend. Otherwise I might have been able to rest.


I’m not feeling so well today. I didn’t go in to work. I think I’m coming down with something. I feel all congested at night and nauseous during the day. No…I’m not pregnant. My readers would be amongst the first to know. I got up this morning and prepared breakfast and lunch for Rudi and I, like I do every morning…but I just didn’t feel right. I bit the bullet and phoned Jubba (something I loathe to do, although he has always been reasonable when I’ve been ill) and took a sick day.

It’s very hot today…I’ve already gone and cleaned the kitchen and put things straight and all sorts of things I should rather just leave because I’m not feeling well. Now that everything is done though I’m going to rest. Maybe it’s just all the stress at work lately. There’s been tension in the air at work for the past two weeks. For a change it’s not Jubba that’s driving me crazy. The whole department has been in shambles and trying to bail out one of the portfolios and I think everyone is feeling a little thinly spread. Management doesn’t think we’re performing at our optimum levels and decided to just pile more work on and shuffle us around. It makes complete sense from a business perspective, but we are people and sometimes companies forget about people. I must say The Company isn’t heartless and doesn’t treat us badly and pays us well. I don’t blame The Company…I just think there are some structuring issues and perhaps some strategies need to be put in place to prevent the portfolio in question from falling behind like they have again. It’s not the first time it has happened, but it always seems like it gets left till the last minute and then everyone panics.

So. I’m resting today.

I bought myself a very pretty dress yesterday. It’s officially the only one I own. I own skirts that I rarely wear, but I have no dresses. Just this one. I saw it in a mall close by quite a while ago, but they didn’t have my size. Yesterday I saw it in a different mall, in my size AND on sale. I had to get it. Rarely does a dress catch my eye, but this one did.

So last night I put on my new dress and my heels and I went to church. I felt so feminine and pretty. It’s the perfect dress for special occasions and I received lots of compliments last night.

Check out Amber’s battle scar:

Silly cat.

I just finished watching P.S. I love you. Very good movie. It just brings me back to that place where I remember that I need to appreciate what I have. It’s a beautiful movie and I would recommend you see it if you haven’t yet.

I looked at my microscope long and hard this morning and I just checked it again. I think I’m starting to see signs of ferning. Very slight, but it’s starting to show up. Rudi reckons it still looks the same, but I don’t agree. Maybe tomorrow it will be clearer and he can see.

I might have gotten myself out of fishing on Saturday with Fence and Lindor. It all depends on whether or not their partners are going with. Even if I don’t go fishing, there’s no escaping the braai (BBQ) afterwards. On Sunday apparently we’re going to Franshoek. Rudi’s brother, Derick, wants to do something for their mom and we’ve been invited, but it’s not yet confirmed. I must take my camera if we go. It’s beautiful there. I hope I’m not still feeling ill this weekend.

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