Multicultured

I thought I'd been neglectful for a couple of weeks and then I realised that I had that last post in Drafts, which means you've been missing me for THREE WHOLE WEEKS. However did you get through such a tough period in your life?

As you can tell I'm a lot more upbeat that I was post-tender result. This has a lot to do with my enterprising boss Colin, who after finding out that we lost the tender, went and bought the domain ProjectManager.com.au off some lowly PM software company. Now we have the website we've always wanted and no client.

Rough recollection of what he said: "I wasn't going to let our IP - you - go to waste! We can build this quickly with all the archives and we'll be miles ahead of whatever Mahlab were going to do online. And there'll be no limits because it won't be controlled by a client."

So I've been frantically editing the website since then as well as picking up loads of PR work through The PR Group, hence no time to scratch myself. Alas, no time for novel writing either.

Last weekend Boff and I went to Canberra for the Multicultural Festival, which was basically a giant plaza of food stalls with performances from different cultures on different stages, tourism type spruikers and representatives from the embassies. Met up with my sister and her new b/f, as well as MiB and her friends during the day, and a few of Boff's friends in the evening for dinner.

On the Sunday, MiB took us to Brodburger, a little red van by the lake that sells the best burgers in Canberra. Rach and Dylan met us there. Not sure I like Dylan. Seemed hard to get to know. A lot of work. While Boff went to the War Memorial, MiB and her friend Nick and I went back to the festival to get loukoumades, which had a megalong line but was worth every minute.

Not much else going on. Work Dave had his farewell on Thursday. Sad to see him go. I saw 'James Morrison At the Movies' at the Opera House on Friday night (trumpeter James Morrison and the Sydney Symphony Orchestra playing movie tunes), then 'In the Space Between' (queer Bollywood musical) on Saturday night, both by myself, which is something I haven't done in a long time. No one wanted to see them with me, but why let that stop me?

Yesterday Boff and I went to see 'Catfish', which I found to be quite interesting, mainly because it looks like I may have to join Facebook for work and, since I don't want to be found, may resort to using a fake ID (which is mostly against my principles). We then went and played volleyball, although it was scalding hot outside.

The big news is that Boff and I have talked about him moving in with me. I've thought about it for a while, particularly as Sam is becoming incredibly hard to live with. Whenever I ask him about something - not getting mad, just wanting to find out - he always makes some excuse. So I made some fudge and found a slab of it missing - he says his friend ate it (yes, but surely people don't just take what they want from someone's fridge without asking?). All the lollies in the candy bowl went missing too and he denied knowing anything about it, then later said it was his friend as well. Also, Ella is STILL not house-trained and I'm tired of finding puddles outside my door. The stupid thing is that he doesn't leave the back door ajar like I do - when I look after her there are no puddles to clean up.

I remember when he first moved in, he must've used one of my chopsticks to leverage something and it broke. He hid the broken bit in the recycling bin, which I found later when I put out the garbage. I didn't say anything at the time because it wasn't a big deal, but it's clear that that's the kind of person he is: an evasive liar/coward. Come to think of it, I'm also missing a spoon and a teaspoon. And he chipped my Corelle bowl after I told him not to put anything on it in the dish rack. And he scratched my non-stick frying pan after I told him not to use metal utensils on it. Also takes my food and doesn't replace it unless I tell him to. Doesn't 'fess up to anything.

Anyway, enough bitching about Sam. For much more positive reasons, I think Boff and I would work really well in a household. My feelings for him haven't changed in the six months we've been going out and I think he's a good influence in my life. I have to give Sam 60 days notice according to our lease and Boff reckons he's going to get kicked out of his place around the same time and everything just fit in my head.

We're going to Hawaii on Thursday (so I'm going to be offline for a couple of weeks) where we'll spend pretty much every living moment together for 12 days. Call it a trial period (although we did Melbourne together pretty well). When I get home I'll make a final decision and issue a notice to Sam.