PeelerSheila

You made me laugh on the bus!

Day 19 of exercise program completed minus the jumping jacks and the mountain climbers due to mysteriously injured foot. Day 4 of tummy exercises also completed. Pain spray liberally applied. Ibuprofen taken. Let’s get this bread!

Well I’ve survived the night, Mr Peeler didn’t manage to kill me with insufficiently cooked chicken. Foot is still sore but not quite as bad as yesterday. Luckily I’ve got a mostly sit down job today, making lasagna sheets. I’ll take my pain spray with me and hope for the best.

Neck and shoulder pains are so horrible, ugh! Those rabbit warren estates are soulless at night. I grew up near one and I went to parties as a teen where I was actually grateful for hearing cold chisel. Keep us posted.

It’s fucking cold out there too! It feels like there’s no quality control of the service, only customer compliance. Did you pay for the shitty service? No? Then we won’t attack the shitty service, just you. Are you on a bus now or still waiting?

Ugh. For some reason you just reminded me of how I used to have to start an early breakfast shift around the time people were stumbling out of nightclubs and pissing in the laneways outside and trying to chat you up. Ugh.

On another note, why make people actually attend an office if there’s no need? I’m not an office worker… I’ve mostly had the kinds of jobs where you have to attend to specific machinery or equipment etc in a specific workplace. If you only need a workstation and internet connection then to my mind you can be anywhere. You can be in the fucking Bahamas and work. Why do they do this to people if it is unnecessary?

My kids are still young enough that the CBD is interesting, but I think they’re becoming wary of the people who approach and ask for money. It’s been really notable the last couple of times. We were even sitting just inside the front of a McDonald’s and someone entered far enough to ask me for money in front of the kids. The kids were unsettled by it. My oldest also noted that piss was a common aroma. We weren’t hanging out around the shitty parts of the CBD, it was an “in general” kind of thing.

Thankyou for your thoughts and prayers, seriously. I like to believe there is a chicken God with resplendent plumage, piercing avian stare and faint BBQ waft.

Somehow I’ve hurt my foot. Not in the “I’ve been working on my feet all day” way that’s familiar to me, but on top of the foot as though I dropped something heavy on it (except I didn’t). Just liberally sprayed with my go to pain relief spray and contemplating my dinner. Mr Peeler cooked shazlicks which were lovely but the chicken ones could’ve done with a little more cooking (I checked the kids ones and they were fine, just mine didn’t seem right). Pray for me!

I do it similarly but I wash the rice very well, and when it’s cooked and I turn it off I place a dry teatowel between the pot and the lid to absorb the steam for 10 minutes. Awesome rice every single time.