Alamutjones @ Alamutjones @aussie.zone

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I have devoured several potat, with misc veg and bean toppings.

Nigh nigh

I do not know what I want for dinner. Sorely tempted to load a baked potato up to fuck and just eat that

Oh fuck me.

I tried to book some leave for after the moratorium - we’ve got a brief hold on leave requests for everyone because new stuff coming through the pipeline etc - and the new system to book it is a fucking nightmare.

I need a break and I can’t even organise one

No. I think I just need to get through my shift rostered on to The Least Favourite Task (each one takes ages and it’s complex) and then I can start filtering out my friedness

Today’s shit

The longer this goes on, the more I think I’m actually a bit burned out

Get her into Tate McRae, there’s some overlap

My brain has a disproportionate amount of random doggerel in it

Buffet spread!

A bit of C. J. Dennis on this Thursday morning grind

Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam -

To fare away far away, far away from home.

He had eaten all his breakfast, and he had his Ma's consent

To see what he should chance to see; and here's the way he went -

Up and down a fern frond, round and round a stone,

Down a gloomy gully where he loathed to be alone,

Up a mighty mountain range, seven inches high,

Through the fearful forest grass that nearly hid the sky,

Out along a bracken bridge, bending in the moss,

Till he reached a dreadful desert that was feet and feet across.

'Twas a dry, deserted desert, and a trackless land to tread,

He wished that he was home again and tucked-up tight in bed.

His little legs were wobbly, his strength was nearly spent,

And so he turned around again and here's the way he went -

Back away from desert lands, feet and feet across,

Back along the bracken bridge bending in the moss,

Through the fearful forest grass, shutting out the sky,

Up a mighty mountain range seven inches high,

Down a gloomy gully, where he loathed to be alone,

Up and down a fern frond and round and round a stone.

A dreary ant, a weary ant, resolved no more to roam,

He staggered up the garden path and popped back home.

I’m going to the museum in a bit. I could do with a nice chill day

Shit sleep gang yaaaaay

My local is outrageously good at Latin American stuff. Arepas in the freezer section are lit.

I don’t know WHY there’s Latin American stuff all over it, as the owners appear to be from the subcontinent, but it’s pretty good shit

My US workmate is not having a great day

You did used to be able to rent a coffin as a place to sleep.

Of course, that was in the times when one of your other sleeping options was “renting about a foot of rope to lean on while you slept standing up”…

Gonna sneak a sausage into the last of my curry

I’ve been homeless, in large part because of the fact that I was severely mentally ill. I was homeless for a full year.

The solution you’re proposing would get wildly scary within about three weeks

Yeah.

Given the instability of a lot of the homeless community - through mental health issues, substance issues, interpersonal stuff which gets so much worse when you have nothing except what you can keep safely with you - having a shared dorm setting has the potential to get really sketch really fast.

I live pretty much next door to a homeless hub in the CBD. The community garden which we so carefully planted and cared for turned into a homeless encampment because of overflow from the outreach centre…and while some of the regulars were okay if you were courteous with them, some were really, REALLY not. They trashed the place. Needles, broken glass, human waste, the lot. We had a couple of deaths in our garden, and more close calls on top of that.

None of us who had built the garden felt safe using it, and it’s only recently - having had the area cleared, fenced off so we could fix it without more rough sleepers immediately moving in, and a regular rotation of working bees now that the fence has come down - that we do.

I don’t know what the answer is, sadly.

Benny’s a delight. I’ve been going to this specific stall for long enough that he knows to expect me