Short Week, Long Face

It might have been a short week this week after the public holiday on Monday, but it seems to have been the longest short week in the whole world.

My bank are a bunch of arses. The paperwork for my new mortgage has so far been lost twice and once drawn up with the wrong surname on it. I still haven’t signed it and I am supposed to, by court order, give my ex a rather large cheque by COB tomorrow. I somehow doubt that is going to happen on time. I finally got an apologetic email from my mortgage broker after I emailed him this morning and suggested that when the paperwork was ready perhaps he could deliver it to me IN JAIL, where I will be languishing, having been thrown in the clink. I still do not have a contract to sign, however.

The Boyfriend got the shits and quit his job yesterday. Idiot. Personally I think a better plan may have been to get a new job first, then tell them how they are a bunch of *insert appropriate word here*s.

Yesterday I got confirmation that while I will still have a job and the same salary in the restructure, my job title changes to something about 5 levels down. Oh, and I’ll be responsible for more than before. The new job title in no way reflects what I will really be doing and that shits me immensely.

A friend’s girlfriend who had a bad asthma attack and failed to get CPR in time during the recent dust storms has just had her life support turned off. Her 13 year old child thinks that because she has not died yet she will recover. The doctors tell us she is brain dead.

I made The Boyfriend’s parents very teary last night when they realised that me getting my house back might mean we spend less time with them. I feel like a thief who is taking away their baby (their grown up fully adult baby but whatever).

I feel torn about having made The Ex leave my house – I have been financially supporting him for about 3 years while he plays a stupid online game that rhymes with Schmorld of Schmarcraft for about 15 hours a day. It is finally time to pull the plug, move him out of my house, stop paying his bills, and give him a big cheque in exchange for the deed to the house. It’s well overdue but it feels sad anyway.

One of the girls in the office who I was commiserating with earlier about how much this week sucks just came into my office and said “As if that’s not enough I now have the Wiggles song Wake Up Jeff in my head!” I have cheered myself up by telling her I have the cure. She is very silly for agreeing. I got her to sing the chorus of Rah Rah Rasputin. Well, at least she doesn’t have The Wiggles on the brain any more. She is stalking around the office telling all that she is going to kill me, but at least I’m smiling now.

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15 Responses to “Short Week, Long Face”

  1. EGE Says:

    Oh, man, your week sounds even worse than mine. I’m totally willing to drink in the morning if you want to plan a simultaneous good-riddance-to-bad-rubbish toast this weekend!

  2. Jennifer Says:

    That does sound like an awful week. I’m sorry. You’re in my thoughts. Hugs.

  3. willowtree Says:

    Fuck me! Your life sucks. So you’re buying him out eh? Good move, just in time for the rate rises (but that’s just a fact of life). Don’t forget, at least you’ve got Boney M, they, like the theme from Benny Hill, make any situation seem funny.

  4. Pamela Says:

    Oh OH. Don’t like the sound of the boyfriend quitting his job.
    It’s the Mother in me.

    I hope that doesn’t mean that the wiggles will be singing “Wake Up 12…”

    • 12ontheinside Says:

      Pamela I hope you don’t mind I edited my name out of your comment.

      The Boyfriend has already started a new job today. He does seem to land on his feet.

  5. Frank Says:

    Public holiday!? Why didn’t I get one of those?

  6. Kelley Says:

    DAMN YOU!

    …lover of the Russian Queen…

  7. Wendster Says:

    Hey … found you through Willowtree and WOW I am glad I stopped in! I am at the “beginning” end of supporting my husband (soon to be ex husband) for three years … but I hope it turns out differently. Like maybe I support him for four years. LOL.
    Seriously, we have a six year old together, hub lives upstairs, I live downstairs so we can both be here for our son, and we rent out the other rooms and use the rent we bring in to cover the rent. So right now it’s costing me only the cost of fixing up the house and for the time being I am able to stay home and raise my son and do my art work. We’ll see how long that holds up and what interesting dynamics come from being in the same house as my soon to be ex. I’m sure you could write a book.
    What a week you had! Wow. Sing a little Rah Rah Rasputin and I’d throw in a bit of the Hamster Dance. That’s got to be popular with the jail guards.

    Good luck. I hope the mortgage company hurries up and gets the paperwork right.

    Wendster aka Wendy

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