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I don’t know who or what I’ve pissed off lately, but things have just not been going my way. I’m so tired of problems. I don’t know if I can take much more of this.

I’m not sure exactly where things started to go wrong, but the break-in a few months ago tends to stand out in my mind. Fortunately the insurance came through for me (if a bit on the slow side), and they paid out a bit more than entirely necessary.

Then the 6 day power failure, which was rather horrendous when it came to my OSA. And then some twit goes and drives through my front wall. The insurance company dropped the ball on that one, because they believed the company that they assigned to repair the problem, when they said that the slabs that make up my precast wall are no longer available. So the insurance company paid out some cash, and left me to my own devices. Fuck. So I phoned the walling company that the other company said they had spoken to. They came out, and said, sure we can fix your wall. The slabs that are needed are some of their most popular, so they always have stock. My wall was fixed the next day.

Then the drains blocked. So I called the insurance company’s help line for a referral for a decent plumber. They give me a number, and I nearly swallowed the phone when I spoke to them and found out how much they charge. Fortunately while I was choking, my other phone rang, and it was the insurance company – they said that they had taken a look at my file, and the blocked drain was covered, so I could get the problem fixed for free. Luck.

And this afternoon, my kids somehow managed to block their toilet. ARGH! I just can’t win.

At least all the current problems are fixed now – and fortunately I’ve had some luck with getting stuff fixed – but I can really do without this added stress, what with the things going on at work. – Oh – and according to our HR department, myself and my remaining colleage are officially in our notice periods. By 1 August, we will be outsourced and transferred to another company. Lovely.

All the while our boss keeps telling us that it’s only a possibility, and it may not happen. I just wish all this shit would get resolved now.

Anyway, I apologise for any incoherence in my post. I’m too tired to be doing this really. :-p

Oh my good gravy I’m tired.

I aimed to be in bed early last night. Didn’t happen. Typical. I ended up getting in to bed around midnight, which isn’t too horrible, but then some wanker broke the golden rule about not phoning me for support between the hours of 9pm and 6am. So at 02h20 this morning, I was rudely woken up with something that turned out to be not my problem anyway. And I wasn’t on stand by. Grr! So, having OSA (even though I’m on CPAP), has not made today much fun for me.

What irritates me about my current CPAP unit, is that I have no idea if it’s actually treating me properly. It’s only got basic readouts, and has no software support, so I don’t know if I’m still having apnea events or not. Sometimes I wake up feeling fine, and other days (like today), I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.

This past weekend was quite different from recent past weekends. For one thing, we were both up early on Saturday with the kids, and we were out of the house to go shopping for things. It was a planned event. Usually that kind of thing just doesn’t happen. The funny thing is, we just happened to notice that our daughter sprouted her first tooth. No mess, no fuss. It was suddenly there on Saturday morning. Cool.

I had to be up at 03h30 on Sunday morning so that I could be at work around 04h30 to begin testing some systems at 05h00.

Anyway, the testing went well, and I was home again by 07h30. To make a long story short, I didn’t get a chance to get some sleep until around 22h00. Gah. I got home, had breakfast, we went out shopping. Shortly before we left, my daughter decided it would be a good time to take her first(!) steps. Came home, decided to drop the kids off at my in-laws, so that my wife and I could get some sleep.

We get back home, and I’m literally preparing to get back into bed, when we start talking about the impending renovation of our bathroom. So I decide to forego sleep so that we can go back to the tile store we were at on Saturday to do a further look around.

We finish that, fetch the kids on our way home, and by the time we get home, it’s 20 mins until Gav & Amore arrive for tea/supper.

It was a great evening. I don’t know how the hell I didn’t just keel over from tiredness. I didn’t feel really tired until I got into bed, which for me is unusual. It must have been the vitamins I started taking the previous week.

So I’m dozing off Sunday night… after having been awake since 03h30. And my phone goes off. A message from Gav, thanking us for the evening. I respond by telling him no problem, now fuck off I’m trying to sleep. I doze off again. Beep. Damn. Gav again with Some innocuous reply. Fucker. Stupidly, I respond. Doze off again. Beep. Grrr. Gav again, with some other drivel which I’m sure he thought was funny at the time. I didn’t. I threatened his work email. Beep. Ahh screw it. I ignore it, and finally, finally, finally, fall asleep.

I still haven’t quite recovered.