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Footsies

April 6, 2009

Finally, the time of year is upon us where the morning air is crisp, the sun is hot enough to make for a beautiful day without burning me to a cinder, and the nights are cooling down, which means awesome things like being able to sleep with the sheets pulled up, and snuggling.

However it is also the time of year that I am reminded that it can be a bit difficult to snuggle with the person responsible for tearing up the sheets and leaving your tootsies out in the open. See, when you’re sharing a bed with someone of rather tall stature, as I do (6′3″!), you find that their feet always, no matter how often you remake the bed, or how much sheet you tuck under, end up sticking out the bottom.

I have this thing about my feet. When I sleep, in all weather, they need to be covered, at the very least by a sheet. It doesn’t feel like a proper night’s sleep otherwise.

So when Stretch makes like his name, I get cold. Last winter I retaliated by sticking my cold feet on him as punishment - after protesting for a bit, he realised that socks did the trick. You know what else would do the trick? Bending his damn knees!

That’s okay, I’ll remember soon enough all the other ways I can pay him back…


eBay… Blasted eBay.

April 5, 2009

Forgive me, I must rant.

Remember that big clean-out I had, where I wound up with all those clothes I no longer wore? While I was off on holidays, I listed a fair few of them on eBay. They had a promotion going - list with a starting price of 99c or less, and pay no insertion fee. I thought, what the heck.

Well, I listed 26 items. Only two of them didn’t sell. After I’ve collected all the money, and shelled out fees to eBay, I’m $230 better off. I still have things in the storage container to list, and more clothes to go through, so eventually that total will increase. Not bad for a week’s work!

Except…  for the first time, I had to deal with a couple of unhappy buyers.

One picked up a couple of tops she bought, before emailing me and saying that one of them had a hole in it. I was shocked, because I had gone over all the tops when I had taken photos and measurements, and didn’t see a hole, so I can only assume it was quite small. I sent a response asking the buyer how she would like to resolve the problem. The buyer never received my response, contacting me again several days later asking for her money back as she would now never wear the top. I don’t have a problem with that, and I am sorry I didn’t see the hole when I checked the top - I wouldn’t have listed it in that condition if I had seen it. I’m now waiting for the top to come back to me in the post before I refund the money to the buyer.

Another buyer, another experience. This person placed bids on several of my tops, and won them over several days. After they sent payment for the first top, I told them that I would combine postage, and tell them how much they would need to pay when all the items finished. The second top finished, and they sent full payment again - meaning they’d now overpaid me on postage. I then heard from the buyer, who had never used eBay before, and who had been bidding under a friend’s account, that they had now set up their own account and bid again, and still wanted me to combine postage. I emailed them back, telling them not to send me any more money until I figured everything out.

Then I got another email from them, saying that they had placed an incorrect bid on one of my tops and had put the decimal point in the wrong place. Instead of retracting the bid, they left it - and the second-hand top ended up selling for $46. Unfortunate for them, but not my problem if they didn’t retract the bid! Someone else had bid on the top along with the winning bidder, so it would have sold regardless.

I figured out how much more the buyer had to pay, and let them know. The buyer sent payment straightaway as they wanted the tops for their upcoming holiday at the end of that week. The day I got the money, the tops went out in the post.

While I was packing the tops, I noticed that one of them, a white one, had a couple of marks on it from sitting in the container for months. Wanting to do the right thing, I emailed the buyer and said the tops were in the post, but they would need to be rewashed as they had some marks from being in storage. I heard nothing back…

Until the night before they were supposed to leave for their holiday. I got a long email of complaint, saying that the top was discoloured, that I had listed it with the incorrect sizing, it didn’t fit, and that all the tops smelled of smoke. I was angry.

The buyer had overpaid me, I figured out the correct amount, and didn’t keep the extra money I was overpaid. To begin with, the buyer had used another person’s username which had a fair bit of feedback, so I assumed they knew the buying process. When I listed the top they were now complaining about, I used the description “tagged Plus Size Small, to fit 16-18″ in both the title of the listing and the description itself. I also posted the bust measurement of the top.
If you read that listing, would you be able to determine whether or not it would fit? To email me saying “it says it’s a size small, you didn’t say that” is a crock. I clearly stated sizing AND measurement. I also emailed the buyer on the day of payment advising of the discolouration and that the top would just need to be rewashed. I thought I was doing the right thing by posting it straightaway so the buyer would receive the package in time.

As for the smell, I live with two heavy smokers. All the clothes were washed before I stored them, but yes, I accept that the smell will penetrate to a point. I don’t notice it, but people outside the house would. I sprayed the clothes with a linen spray before posting them with this in mind. If they still smell, putting them through the wash will fix it - the clothes don’t have ash or burns in them.

I feel a bit better after writing all that! I just don’t feel that I am in the wrong if I have listed everything with the correct information on sizing and condition. Fair enough, I could have washed them again, but I don’t have the time, especially after working a 9 hour day, coming home in the dark and having a laundry outside the house and down the backyard. The tops had already been washed once.

I need a break! Whatever’s left to be sold can wait for awhile. I may even wash everything again (about 2 loads worth) if I’m feeling generous!


Weekly goals - WE 22/03/09

March 15, 2009

While off on holidays I have started to get a bit organised around here - very unlike me usually. I’ve decided that from now on I am going to take steps to maximise my potential (heh). If you fail to plan, you plan to fail, they say.

So, as of now, at the end of each week I’m going to make a list of things I’d like to accomplish in the week ahead, and assess how I went the week before.

This week, I’d like to:

  • Go to the gym every day - two spin classes included in this would be nice!
  • Finish listing the rest of my clothes on eBay. Money saving here; I have until March 22nd to list my items and pay less fees!
  • Clean the rest of my room. I did a good job with the TV unit and the crap under the bed last week, this week is reorganising the clothes, cleaning the desk, and washing.
  • Clean out my car. I had planned to wash the outside too, but today Matt washed AND polished it for me, so I just need to take care of the inside!
  • Do a stack of cooking and freeze my efforts so I have oodles of lunch choices for when I go back to work.
  • Pay some money on my credit card (sniff)

Ow…

March 14, 2009

My face hurts.

I can’t take this shit anymore. If this specialist doesn’t have some realistic options for fixing my face on Monday, I might just rip his off.

Can a person function without sinuses?


Copper!

March 13, 2009

As promised, a photo showing the results of Tuesday’s hairdresser visit:

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Three Years

March 12, 2009

Three years ago today, a man arrived on my doorstep, bearing a long-stemmed red rose and a nervous smile.

Three years ago today, we got into his car and drove into the Valley for our first date - a workmate’s birthday, while our friend in the backseat (the one responsible for Matt obtaining my number) teased us the whole way.

Three years ago today, we ended up in two gay clubs. I nervously danced with some friends at the first one - Matt swallowed his pride and got on the dancefloor too, until I laughed at him. (Humiliated, he now says he won’t ever dance again…)
At the second club, after our first kiss, the floor was cleared to make way for a rather masculine looking Mariah Carey, who lipsynched her way through “We Belong Together” - much like the original Mariah does, I suspect - and I nearly had my hand squeezed clean off by the only straight man in the building.

Three years ago today, we ditched the party after several hours, and went for a drive. He took me to a local lookout which I’d never heard of. We were able to see all the way into the heart of the city, all lit up, and watched the planes take off and land, while we talked.

Three years ago today - well, let’s be honest, it was about 4am the next day at this stage - he drove me home, and walked me to my door, where we clung to each other for what was probably a good hour, neither of us wanting the night to end.

Three years on, I still remember the night in great detail. It was the first glimpse of a girl should be treated, unlike previous encounters I’d had; drinks bought, doors opened, hand held.

It’s a night Matt hasn’t forgotten either - on the weekend, he said “only a few days to go now!” - and to date, he’s never forgotten an anniversary, nor has he neglected to spoil me rotten. Even now, though I know at times we annoy the shit out of each other test each other’s patience, I know we’re onto a good thing.

And whaddya know, as I’m typing this, the sun has come out for the first time all week.

Happy three years, Stretch.


Dye, blonde, dye!

March 10, 2009

I paid another visit to my friendly hairdresser today. Time to get that regrowth taken care of. A couple of the girls there had new hairstyles, one had gone from brunette to an awesome red (me jealous) and another had cut her hair quite short, like mine, but had a long fringe.

Once again, I am attempting to grow out my own fringe, despite the fact that with each attempt I crack the shits and get it cut off again. It isn’t very long yet, so it isn’t annoying me, but I’m sure in the coming months it will wear away at my patience.

As for my colour, I am still on the dark side - with a splash of copper in my fringe. I wanted to create a bit of interest, as long as it wasn’t blonde. It’s all or nothing, apparently. No photo yet. I bought new rechargeable batteries but it turns out the stupid things don’t hold their charge. So until I have the patience to plug them back in for 6 hours, I shall remain face-less.
Also got my lashes and brows tinted - yikes - need to wield the tweezers, which will be interesting, as I’m only good at tweezing one side.

In other news, stupid me decided to wash her bedding at 3pm, while it was raining, and is now waiting for the dryer to finish so she can go downstairs (probably in the rain) to bring the stuff up.

And that is my second day of holidays…


Vanished

March 8, 2009

I have had grand intentions of posting regularly with witty, well thought out posts, and it just hasn’t happened. My muse is gone. I have a feeling it will come back later this week for a one-off appearance, as this week Matt and I have been together for 3 years - time flies when you’re having fun, apparently!

I have the next two weeks off work, just to take a break. Nothing overly thrilling planned, just relaxing and a few small bits and pieces. My specialist appointment is next Monday, so hopefully that will bring about a resolution to this sinus problem. I honestly can’t remember a time in the past two years that I haven’t had a headache. Fingers crossed that there’s a surgery-free solution, because I really don’t want to end up in hospital with my face packed with seaweed.

(I’m also ironically noting that if I have to have the surgery, my piercings will have to be taken out. The completely irrational thought here is that ‘oh God, I could have this major health problem fixed, but taking out my nose and lip studs to do so? Travesty!!!’) Seriously, though, I could just get my nose repierced, and I know that. I know this line of thinking is stupid. Don’t think I could get the Monroe done again, in hindsight. The actual piercing process itself, not a worry. The week after, feeling like shit, with my face swollen like somebody had given me an uppercut, not so much.

Speaking of pain, my dad was given a couple of morphine tablets by a friend. Dad took said tablets (on top of all the other medication he’s on.) Later on, Dad goes to his doctor and says he feels like crap, then admits to taking the morphine. Dad’s doctor blasts him for taking them, and says that he’s suffering from withdrawal, because, each tablet was ten times stronger than a morphine injection you get when you go to hospital.

Things we do to try and make ourselves feel a bit better…


Dig this?

March 2, 2009

I had a carefully constructed rant 80% written when I hit a wrong button and it all disappeared. Don’t you hate that?

To sum up: I saw a house for rent, we inspected it, it was totally crap and not worth the money they were asking, and although I’m pissed off that it wasn’t the house of my dreams (because oh-em-gee, privacy?! Wha?!), well, in all honesty, we aren’t quite financially ready to get our own place yet, so meh.

At the end of this week I go on two weeks holidays; and while I don’t talk about my job in the blogosphere, I will say that I am looking forward to a break! Planned activities are getting my hair and nails done, treating myself to my first professional massage, and heck, maybe even a pedicure. I deserve it. I might even work up the enthusiasm to go to the gym every day, too!

I have given up all hope of a miracle cure for my Sinuses from Hell, too. I ended up going back to my doctor, begging for something different, so he’s given me a referral to a specialist. Two weeks to go, and I can see the specialist and get my head checked out. The headaches over the past couple of weeks have been phenomenal. It hurts to blink, for God’s sake!
Good news: After almost two years, I could very well find myself cured of sinus trouble.
Bad news: If the only way to fix it is surgery, I’m looking at a few days in hospital, about a week and a half off work, and a bill for anywhere up to $3000.
Worse news: I had a wisdom tooth removed about 6 months ago. Now I have another wisdom tooth giving me trouble, and it will have to come out sooner rather than later.

Does anyone have a spare head they’d like to give me? One with a single chin would be a bonus!


The big paddock in the sky

February 18, 2009

I read tonight that one of Aly’s beloved pets, Max, has passed away.

It made me cry - because I know exactly how she feels. It’s only been nine months since Snuggles passed, and anything puppy related still makes me cry.

Max, like Snuggles, gave awesome (albiet smelly) kisses, and had a heart a bazillion times bigger than his body could hold. Judging by his picture, he also tolerated occasions of wearing “human clothes” which he pulled off with a sense of style.

From one mourning pet owner to another - the tears will dry, but the memories will never fade. Especially ones which involve skidding headfirst into doors, protesting bathtime, or simply the quiet moments with you by their side. As painful as it sounds, with each day you will miss them more, but it is comforting to know that they’re now happy and pain free.

Aly, I’m sure that our two best friends have met up on the other side, and after a bit of snapping (Snuggles was rather antisocial with other dogs…), they’ll become best of friends and spend their days roaming around looking for Schmacko’s to share. Who knows, they might even be wearing their shirts.

I’m thinking of you and your family - let me know if you need a shoulder to cry on.


BERJAYA