Good and Bad

Good.

This weekend, The Boyfriend and I are headed to the South Coast of NSW with my baby (ok, not so baby – my younger) brother. The Boyfriend and I are going to a wedding in the area on Sunday and decided to shout my brother dinner at Bannisters – the new Rick Stein restaurant on the NSW south coast – on the Saturday night in exchange for a lift from the holiday house to the wedding and back on Sunday. That’s why the three of us have Monday off next week, for a non standard long weekend.

Bad.

Before the weekend away, we need to attend a funeral for a local.. how to describe him… a guy who lived a few blocks away that had different life choices than myself; who was in trouble more times than not (as in, the most positive story I can think of to illustrate this without getting all into stuff that’s not my business is that he just got allowed back in The Local after several years being barred for selling wacky weed in the beer garden), but that we knew reasonably well, and many of our friends knew and loved. It’s a respect thing in part, but I must admit when I walked past his house on Friday and he told me a few very funny (and inappropriate) jokes I would never have imagined a heart attack would have been the end of him by the Sunday morning. I had the hard job (“because you have that geeky internet thing at work, right?”) on Monday of emailing a few out of town folks to let them know what had happened – I am NO good at emailing bad news, my email even ended with “Insert some kind of non awkward closing sentence here”.

Good.

Well, funny at least. I went to see the COO of my division today. He had asked me to put together a 1 page summary of a specific work issue: status, what was happening to resolve it short and long term, etc etc. I put some hours into getting it right and headed over to my weekly catch up with the big boss. He was cross. He asked silly questions. After we got through only 2 sentences of text, he paused and said “Well, I have asked 10 questions already. That tells me this document is not clear at all”. I was really annoyed he wasn’t getting it, and answered with “Well, I understand it perfectly. Perhaps you’re just stupid?” Luckily he thought I was joking (which OF COURSE I was) and even ended the meeting by telling me I was a star as I left his office.

Bad.

Let’s forget any more bads, and just end on the good. (Am now writing this in permanent marker on my arm, just to remind me through this busy stressy week ahead!)

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8 Responses to “Good and Bad”

  1. Pamela Says:

    how old was the guy having heart attack?

    • 12ontheinside Says:

      71 – he had lived a very full life and must have been part cat, as he’d had his 9 lives and then some – shot twice, stabbed and spent time in the clink, so I believe.

  2. Pamela Says:

    (ps. did you really call the Coo stupid? heh)

    • 12ontheinside Says:

      yep. I’ve learned if you say rude things with a huge smile on your face, people don’t realise you’re being rude! 🙂

  3. Kelley Says:

    Yay for the weekend away!

    And calling the COO stupid. Stellar move.

    • 12ontheinside Says:

      Sadly, I almost feel like taking it on as a challenge and seeing just HOW far I could go with it. I probably won’t though!

  4. Frank Says:

    “a guy who lived a few blocks away that had different life choices than myself; who was in trouble more times than not”

    I assume that’s how people will describe me when I die.

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