Tiiiired, again

First of all, though:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, dickgloucester!!!!
Dearest Dicky, I wish you a wonderful birthday full of love and happiness, and oodles of health, creativity and time, and pain-free feet for the coming year! (((((birthday hug)))))

I'm currently burdened with the Embassy's emergency phone (will be till August, 19). To be honest, there's not much to complain about -- we ge paid for call duty, and the phone rings only very rarely. If it does, though, it's always at some inhumane hour. Last night, the call came at 1.20 a.m. (fortunately I heard it); some young woman (Austrian) whose passport had been allegedly confiscated at the Serbian-Macedonian border because "Interpol was looking for it". o_O
So I more or less patiently explained to her that this usually happens when you register your passport as lost or stolen, then find it and forget to inform the authorities that it isn't lost/stolen after all.
Since it's possible for Austrians to enter Serbia with an ID card, I asked her whether she had one.
"What do you mean by ID card? I've got a driving licence, and my credit card..."
"No," I said, "I mean ID card."
"There is no such thing as an ID card in Austria," she said.
"I assure you there is," I said, patience waning, "and therefore I'm asking you if you possess one."
"I have my driving licence--"
"NO!" I said, "I don't mean any sort of card with your photo on it, I mean ID CARD!!!" (Swallowing the "you stupid bint" that wanted out)
Fortunately he border control guy was coming back right at that moment, and she said she's call again. Which, luckily, she didn't. But I couldn't go back to sleep for over an hour. Bloody stupid cow.

In kitten news, I bought a grown-up litter box yesterday for Rambo. The kitten toilet we'd started with was big enough in theory, but this young man takes his digging very seriously -- he accepted the new toilet without any problem, and I don't have constantly to clean up the area around it.

I'm slightly worried, because I have a feeling that Lucius regards kitteh not as feline but as prey. You know those strange cackling noises cats make when they spot prey? Well, that's what Lucius did this morning when Rambo crossed his path. He also swatted at kitteh, but nothing happened. Will have to watch them closely, though.

This whole kitten situation has led to a major Sex and the City moment this morning.
Remember the episode in season 5 (or 6?), where Amanda, after months of work-and-baby stress, tries on her skinny jeans and they fit? Well, I bought this pair of jeans in April or May from Mango -- a bit adventurous, I admit, because they're slim fit. I managed close the fly, but only by the skin of my teeth, and it certainly wasn't comfortable. This morning I tried them on, on a whim, and... They fit. Comfortably. Thanks Rambo :-) You're a most successful dietetic device.

I don't have words to express how much I'm looking forward to the long weekend, which starts on Thursday (holiday, and I'm taking Friday off work). Not only will I be able to actually get things done at home (my tax return for 2009 - 2012, among ohers), I also have high hopes for the cat situation. Of course I'll be leaving the flat occasionally, mostly for sports and grocery shopping, but will be at home most of the time, i.e. all four Critters have ample time to get better acquainted with each other (and in Rambo's case, also with the flat).

New colleague asked me today whether I would mind if he stood behind me in order to learn certain computer-related things by watching me do them, and I said, "Don't take it personally, but no. I hate it when people do that, and I'm sure we can find another way." He seemed a little put-out by the blunt answer, but: do I fucking care? No, I fucking don't.