Pity party for one in One day at a time

Bear with me guys, I am on a bit of a downer today. I know exactly what the cause is too. Normally I work between Christmas and New Year. I enjoy it, we get everything up to date and ready to roll for January. The best part is we only tend to work part days (on full days pay). This year we are closed (because the office is still out of commission). So I am at home, alone. It is also supposed to be the height of summer, but it is a grey day with occasional showers.

Yesterday, the tech came to put an aerial on my roof in a vain attempt to improve cell phone coverage. Even standing on the roof pointing the aerial at the cell tower only gave me a weak 2 bars of cover. So no improvement in the house, and I am about $400 lighter (aerial plus installation). My new phone - which I love, is even worse if possible. Now the only texts I am getting arrive about 8 hours after they were sent (and for some bizarre reason somewhere between 3 and 5 am.)

I went to play some music through my IPOD this morning, and either it or the dock aren’t working. That pushed me over the edge pity wise ”why can’t I ever have anything that works properly?” wah wah wah, like I say pity party for one. I include a boyfriend in that list btw.

Last night Terri and I went to an outdoor concert. It was 3 bands, 2 of which were huge in the 80’s in New Zealand. You can imagine the average age of the attendees. It was a lot of fun, and dancing and singing along. I looked around at my peers - and started to think I’m not aging very well. Maybe this should be a resolution list rather than a pity one. I got home late with my ears ringing from the loud music. This morning I am stiff from dancing.

I promise my next entry will be more positive. Let me just leave you with one final thing, after putting so much thought into my gift for secret santa (gym bunny), it turned out that we had drawn each other. I gave her some cool fluro coloured wine glasses for her new bar-b-que area, and some fluro socks to wear to the gym. (what can I say, she like-a the flero. She got me (I shit you not), a pack of 4 highlighter pens...........