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February 28, 2019

February 2019

I was on a high not upon coming back from my trip to Japan. I learnt what it takes to survive when you are snowed in. You need to have heaps can foods and food that can be re-hydrated. Metal ice spike on your shoes and walking stick. Skates for your wheel chair and suitcases. Padded gloves for snow mobile rides.

Upon coming back to Australia it was bang bang. My family had tech issues. Work had out of date software and functions issues.

Management and staff at present debating over whether staff can sit or not at front of house spaces. Also, new projects have already begun. Before I left, I had signed up to participate in a pilot training program. Others were a way ahead of me, I managed to completed four modules and written few reviews already. In addition, sign up for training on family history research, apparently, I lack skill set in looking up people and ships. Meanwhile my team was bombarded with interlibrary loan copy jobs. Many of which lacked copyright statement and we had to spend time emailing university libraries stating this not acceptable.

The first weekend back, I attended and ended the Swinub community day with 12 shinies. Neil and Joseph become best friends in-game wise. Anthony scored a shiny one with 98IV. Whoa. Pokemon Go app had a few events going on: Valentine and Pokemon 21st anniversary. The world does go on with or without you. I have come to accept it, and that I don't have to keep up with the Jones, and by being steady and doing my own thing, I have little impact on everyone else. Which is fine.

I have a long way to go when confront aggressive people. Especially my mother, who insists on leaving cat food out for the neighbour's cat. Which has attracted a great deal of vermin to our property. Her defense was being charitable and earning points to gain entry to heaven. Being charitable is one thing, but put everyone's health at risk is not charitable by any means. I ask mother to calm down, lower her voice, speak without yelling, and stop throttling her finger at me of all people. Mother argues work has turned me into a demon. I disagree, by asking an adult to have some manners when being spoken to is not a demonic request.

Ending on a moderate note, I must have lost my Q-pot brooch on a tram, as I cannot find it at work or home, and the sore on my upper lip has healed. As an adult when you are ill, no one cares about you, you have to care for yourself. - - -















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