So ok, no. I don’t have anxiety attacks. But I’m just saying to show my point, you know?
- I haven’t been able to talk to Hero since Sunday. ARGH! I need to hear his voice!
- I have to find someone to replace me before I move on the 11th of Feb.
- I’m going to see a lawyer tomorrow. Another lawyer has been recommended by my boss in case I need a second opinion. Why I need a lawyer? This is a story for another entry. (No, I didn’t get into legal trouble. Don’t worry!)
- Realized the importance of keeping meticulous work log. I’m mistakenly paid for 21 hours of work last week. I worked MORE than 21 hours last week, man! Covering almost everyone’s shift does not make 21! Anyhoo, that is easily enough settled.
- That stupid IELTS test thingie.
- Am I going to Cairns? Am I not going to Cairns? Damn!
And lots of other things to think about.
I’m not even sure if I could go to Cairns. I check the work calendar today and see that for the next two weeks, I might have to cover shifts again. Though usually I don’t complain (it’s holiday and I won’t have anything to do anyway), I’m feeling a bit worried about this.
Hero is obviously not liking his position being there at all. This man can live anywhere…providing that I and his Bull Arab is there with him. Otherwise he’d feel miserable and that man is a scary man when he’s miserable. I pity any crew who gets on the wrong ends of him while he’s there.
Plus, I’m gathering that he might be stressed with the current project. Up til this week, he was overseeing project in two separate areas: Mission Beach and Cairns. That means 2 hours to both locations every few days. I want to be there to help my man de-stress, like he’s always around to provide me a place to run to when life is overwhelming for me.
When he asked me to come up for Australia Day long weekend, I know what he meant. He needs to forget stress and get his life partially normal again. Even if it is for the weekend.
Sigh…we’ll see how things go. I really need sleep. I’m tired. But I’m finding it hard because I have a lot of things on my mind.
Don’t I wish sometimes we have a cupboard to get our thoughts out for keep for a while, til we need it. What is that thing in Harry Potter again where you can store your memory in that water thingie? I forgot.
Anyway, that’s what I need.
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