*Warning this post contains swearing. **This post has not been proof read and I don’t give a shit about spelling or any other mistakes in it, so please don’t even waste my time with a comment rather fuck off and go proof read someone else’s blog.
Today I had a super shit day! I had a lot on my to-do list but honestly – FUCK IT all! If I had a bottle of tequila I would probably be doing shot’s right now at my desk as I write this. But instead I have watched an episode of Grey’s Anatomy which has resulted in me fighting tears for 60 minutes and now my poison is a Sarah McLachlan CD and chain smoking.
Am I the only one that has these days’s where I lie in the bath and think – WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?
Who wants a life filled with deadlines, bills, bonds, potholes, broken robot’s, traffic, crime, people with no integrity, a president with 20 kids, a country with no accountability…blah blah you get the picture.
Its day’s like this that I close my eyes and I can see my hut on the hill top in Thailand. In my hut I have essentials (a battery powered GHD, a bikini and sun block) – and that is all I have to my name! (Okay maybe a little MAC makeup)
Series of events that leads me to these thoughts:
- Meetings where peoples actual goal is to basically deliver on 80% of a project and hope for the best, and when I am like WTF they look at me as if I am an alien from MARS!
- A SMS sent from collection agency to my ex who I own a property with for back dated rates and taxes totally R10k. I expected this bill – I did not expect: 1. It to come from a collection agency, as I provided all details & never received a statement (when I called to follow up I was told to wait for a statement, we are not the only complex they are registering). 2. A demand that we settle it today otherwise they will cut our service off (This I laughed at, what are they going to cut off – garbage collection? Sure, they going to know which dustbin or garbage bags are our units and leave it behind on collection days. Or god forbid they might switch my sewerage off…. 3. My statement was emailed to me as a .TXT file (you have to be shitting me – no City Of Johannesburg logo or details, even the Nigerians running the 419 Scam’s are more professional).
- Finding out that Liberty Life is holding my RA payout as SARS marked me for an audit (due to my previous accountant being bloody useless), Gay Husband sorted all my tax out in one afternoon (note: he is still doing his articles), and submitted audit documents already but now I am at the mercy of SARS processing audit doc’s and by the time they do that some sort of other tax will be due! For goodness sakes SARS I think I have paid more tax than most people pay in their life time and always done it on time – cut me some slack or do you maybe have a platinum package or loyalty package I can join?
- I have like another 10 things I can add to this list but I am getting bored bitching.
Anyways so this dinky bottle of champagne I found is finished and now I wish it was Thursday night so I could take my ass off to club – line up a row of tequila’s and dance on a speaker like I am sixteen all over again! I need to do something with all this pent up energy.
Anyone that knows me knows that I don’t give up, if there is a will there is a way and believe you me I think I have moved mountains before to get stuff done.
But tonight I surrender – dealing with stuff in this country is like trying to keep a bucket full of holes filled with water!
There will be no bitchy emails to the collection agency, or emails to SARS and Liberty Life or reworking project plans….tonight I have learnt that I cannot fight every battle….there are just some not worth wasting my energy on.
But tomorrow is a whole different story….
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