I get the annual Christmas Ham.
I was starting to get worried because I hadn’t heard anything this year and I had made an alternative plan.
I got a phone call today and picking the ham up on Monday.
I get the annual Christmas Ham.
I was starting to get worried because I hadn’t heard anything this year and I had made an alternative plan.
I got a phone call today and picking the ham up on Monday.
I’m doing my ham right now
Yeah, i was chatting with the landlord today as they brought me the gift. They are just too nice, so i didn’t bring it up.
If anything they don’t even know this is happening. It’s another Real Estate corporal thing…
To say the least the wine they gave me has already paid a years worth of ‘bank fees’.
But i will chase it when i’m not so tired/having a beer.
I would have loved a ham… having dropped down to beers and nothing stronger for 2 years now, i feel somewhat obliged to sip some of that wine on the occasion. Or just give it as a gift to someone.
This is a safe place so no judgement here but pretty sure it’s better if you just eat them
I have no idea where you live or what you do, but the average rent in Sydney is $750 per week. The landlord giving you some pocket change from some $30,000+ they’ve probably made off you from the last 12 months.
Realising that my back surgery might have failed.
3 discs repaired. 3 months after surgery I’m back to the same pain, taking painkillers and today I’ve had something pop in my back.
Hips are out of alignment again.
Had another MRI on Thurs, back to see dr tomorrow.
It’s not looking good, almost 6 months from when I first hurt myself and I feel like it was completely wasted.
Mental health is cooked. Feels really heavy knowing that I will probably have to have surgery again.
DVA gold card here I come.
That’s fucked, man. Was it that the surgery failed or did anything happen in the interim to worsen things?
I haven’t done anything since the surgery to hurt anything. Ive been resting and following rehab plan, I had to stop physio about 2 weeks ago from pain.
Seeing dr later this afternoon with results from the MRI
At Leichhardt MarketPlace picking up the prawns for tomorrow, and a couple cartons of beer, and thought as it’s getting a little unruly I’d grab a haircut.
First place. Just a cut with clippers. $35.
Next place. Same deal just a cut with clippers. No wash, no dry no fancy pants designs. $45.
$45 for a fucking haircut that would take 5 minutes. Don’t give me bullshit about Cost of living, inflation, etc. Thats fucking extortion to cut a blokes hair.
Fuck this. I’m growing a mullet in protest.
I have really curly hair that most barbers struggle to not fuck up.
My wife found a place that specialises in curly hair.
It’s a really fancy salon, staff are all super friendly, always get a coffee made for you, cut is amazing.
She’s found a style that I can have been curly and messy outside of work and slick it back for when I need to be in uniform.
$70.
Roberto’s hairdressing on Addison road in marrickville. $28 for a men’s cut and Rob is a legend. I’ve been going there for over a decade.
Gonna make a note of that as i’m about due a cut and i live in Dully.
I need to get my hair cut. Haven’t had a haircut since covid. Dreading it.
House parties in apartment buildings past midnight. Just fucking rude and inconsiderate. I don’t need to be hearing 20+ pissed up fuckwits singing Hotel California right now
Sorry.
It was actually bohemian rhapsody we was singing.
We’re now doing chumbawumba.
First world / Fat boy problems
Why do some kebab places wrap the kebab in another layer of paper before putting it in the foil sleeve? It doesn’t add any value but makes it a pain in the arse to get stuck in quickly without getting some paper in your mouth. Grrr
First time I’ve got the “We attempted delivery” from Aus Post in a few years. Of course, I was sitting ten metres from my front door at the time they “attempted delivery”. Plenty of space in my mailbox if they wanted to go down that route, don’t really mind as I’ve never had anything stolen anyway.
So usually there’s no issue either way, now I’ve gotta hoof it to the post office tomorrow if they’re even open.
Tearing my calf muscle at midnight.