Right, so in my typical blogging fashion, I
have fallen quite behind in updating TFAAB.
So, where do I start?
First, I’m at work, taking a break from
crunching data [well, writing this at work, as I can't actually access Blogger here]. Work has been going
pretty okay. I like my coworkers enough
to be social with them outside of work even.
On 11/11, I went on my first official pub crawl [organised through
work], and even drug Ruthie along. I killed two “first” birds with one stone and had our first attempt at the tram
system that night, too. Our journey
worked out pretty good, with only one minor hiccup. At our transition point, we got on the second
tram in the wrong direction. It’s my
fault, as I was accustomed to DC’s system where the end point is what’s visible
on the train, thus indicating which train to get on without solely relying on
the direction in which it is pointing.
But a stop later, and we got re-situated.
Anyways, this was supposed to be a paragraph about work. Whoops.
I kinda sorta made a big boo boo at work yesterday [although if you look
at it in the right light, it’s a fault to be shared by two other people], and
the good news is that they didn’t fire me.
While I write this, Ruthie is texting me,
telling me that her sewing class went well today and that she’s got a message
to call the foster kitty place, so we might have a fuzzball soon. Personally, I’m a bit mixed on the idea of
having a kitty at our apartment, but Ruthie’s desperate for one. So we’ll see what happens after she talks to
them.
Well, back home it’s Thanksgiving. However, as that’s not really an Australian
holiday, I’m working. The lucky bastards
at the consulate get both Australian and US holidays, so they’re off. This is important because it means the mail
office is closed today and tomorrow. And
that is important because I’m desperate to get my copy of Halo
Anniversary. It was released/shipped on
the 15th, and it hasn’t arrived yet.
I was hoping it would be here by yesterday, but I guess now I’ll have to
wait until next Monday at the earliest.
Speaking of mail, my parents sent a care
package full of yummy treats the other week.
It was a combined anniversary and birthday package. Although, now that I think more about the
contents of said package, it really might have been only yummy to Ruthie and
me: Oreos, Fudge Rounds, Marshmallows, and canned tuna [specifically white
albacore in water]. The copious amounts
of fudge rounds have been great, except I think they have been the source for
our [or at least my] particularly rancid farts the past week or so. Not that I’m going to stop eating them.
Anyways, Thanksgiving. Since there’s no official celebration here,
and turkeys are like $60 a breast [not really, but damned expensive], Ruthie
and I are going to go out for Chinese food Christmas-Story-style. Also, I think we’ve met a few Americans
through derby that want to get together for some kind of Thanksgiving style
dinner – but really it’s all because one lady bought canned pumpkin for pumpkin
pie.
Mmmm …. pumpkin pie ……
