and (just for the record) it's really not amusing. In fact, the irony is about as pleasant as having a sharp stone stuck in your sock for the duration of an eight-hour hike or being told that the bottle of tomato sauce you just drowned your pasta in is actually uncle Naidoo's super hot 'burn a hole in the table' chilli sauce. Just to be clear... this post will not make much sense to you – my fabulous reader – as it is going to be one of my rare and pretty vague vents (you may remember my 'losing the plot' a few months ago in this post).
I'm just so tired of the drama, so tired of my parade being rained on and am teetering on the edge of losing my cool. Visions of stabbing someone with my stiletto heel spring to mind. Someone is having a giant belly laugh at my little corner of Sandton's expense and I fear the real test of my resolve has just begun...
It's not enough that in the past two weeks I have been subjected to:
- a routine car service (R849.00) turning into a laundry list of expensive things that need fixing to the tune of over R10,000.00;
- an internet banking glitch that resulted in my paying my housekeeper twice with money I barely had enough of to make the payment once;
- a combination of circumstances (rush hour traffic, wet weather and leaving later than I'd hoped from Jozi) that led to my completely missing a friend's bachelorette/pamper party in Durban;
- an urgent call from hubby to book a flight to Durban and back – 'I need to catch the red eye and head back sometime in the afternoon'... it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that booking a flight within this set of circumstances is a costly and rather painful exercise.
Oh no, over and above the day-to-day admin stuff, I have been presented with the cherry on top – A personal issue (that I'm bright enough never to put in writing) rearing its nasty self-important head again to piss in my cornflakes. Like that old saying goes, 'When it rains, it pours!' And there's nothing I can do to stop it... there 'aint an umbrella big enough to shield me from it or a raincoat thick enough for me to hide under. This thing is coming to a head and like any volcano worth making a Hollywood blockbuster about when it blows it's going to be impressive. Let's just hope that the big bang doesn't happen in the same week as an unexpected expense. 'Cos you know that I'm gonna need a little extra cash to dispose of on vino and maybe a deep tissue massage.
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