So tired

Yesterday was, to put it simply, was KAK.
Except for watching Back to the Future last night, the rest of yesterday was pretty much shitty.
First of all, ants.  At home, ANTS!!  Monday evening I went to have a haircut, G popped in at the shops while he was waiting and bought us a box of chocs.  Since we got home late and had stuff to do, we didn't open the box of chocs that night.  Tues morning, first thing in the morning, I notice the box of chocs was swarmed with ants.  IT WASN'T EVEN OPEN YET!!
Got to work, it was ok at first, in the morning I got my paws on a magazine that the typist brings sometimes (highlight of the week, pretty much), and since I'd packed in some chips to nibble, I was looking forward to having a nice break at lunch with magazine+chips.  Hbbm kept me busy the morning, then went out to a meeting leaving me with work to do.  Once I was finished, I took the opportunity to do filing which I hadn't been able to do for a good while because of being busy/at switchboard/whatever.  5mins to 1pm I'm NEARLY done filing, receptionist calls up to the office I'm filing in, saying hbbm's looking for me urgently, need to finish the document we were busy with the morning.  It's got to be ready by 3.  FIVE MINUTES TO LUNCH!!  He gives me drawings and says the pencil marks are to be rubbed off, the numbering redone, copies made, while he's busy reading through the stuff I've typed up so that he can make changes while I'm busy.  Lunch fuckingwell comes and goes... and I'm stuck, starving.
MADAM, on the other hand, is sitting at switchboard for lunch (it's the typist's week not to sit on Tuesday - DON'T EVEN BOTHER asking what the logic is in the timetable, there is none), so she asks if she can go to the toilet... she says she's sorry, she can see I'm busy but it's her time of the month (THANKS for sharing... really).  I look up from the drawings with a O.o expression on my face and say "I actually can't... " so she huffs and mutters something like she's going to ask the typist.  I carried on with the work, next thing I hear the doorbell go.  I ignore it, and it goes again.  I get up to see where she is, and she's DISAPPEARED.  She just abandoned the frontdesk.  Bitch.
I really don't understand why she can't just ASK SOMEONE ELSE!!!   Of all the times she asks, I NEVER SAY NO UNLESS HBBM IS RIGHT AT MY DESK DICTATING STUFF - because I'm NOT usually BUSY, AND because I, wonderfully, am first in line to stand in!  But no, she doesn't ask tealady, fuck, she doesn't even bother tealady to make coffees for meetings (tealady's JOB) sometimes even though tealady is upstairs, she asks me to listen to the phone while SHE makes it.  No, she doesn't call anyone ELSE, she just disappears.
I was so angry.  Fuck my lunchbreak (again), thanks hbbm, and FUCK YOU receptionist bitch!
It was busy ALL DAY, so I didn't get to eat anything ALL DAY.  Cornflakes in the morning, then a nice FAST the rest of the day til hometime.  Lovely.
I did send an email to the bosses, telling them of her disappearance, considering they're PAYING her to do her job!
222 days left of this?  I dunno hey... I guess I can try to keep myself sane by remembering that (hopefully) the Aus trip is in August, only 4 months away, and then, after 1 month, is the river-rafting trip, then 2 months after it's end of year holidays... THEN I have only 2 MONTHS LEFT EVER in this dump.  Putting it like that, it sounds semi-tolerable... but to think: 11 months left...?
On 1 of the Aus/SA forums, someone who applied (for the same visa as us) in Nov has already got their visa.  Damn!  When's our turn?  On the forum, with our particular visa application type, it's just us in Oct and now only 1 other person in Nov.  Our turn pls!!!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!
It's still so hot here now... muggy and overcast/hazy, and humid!!  I guess it's preparation for Brisbane weather :P