Wow. Its the end of an era for another year. Today, I had my last bowl of porridge for 2007. This is because I only allow myself to have porridge in winter, meaning June 1 - August 31. (otherwise I would seriously just eat it all the time.) And since, this evening, I leave for London and will not return till September, this morning was my last winter breakfast.
Trivial yes. For myself however, it marks the passing of time. Kinda like when a pen you have runs out of ink - but only a pen that you have used from its brand new ink state ... these moments give me pause and reason for reflection. Or whatever.
Man I love porridge. Oh well.....till next year....
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Into the great unknown?
Ah yes. The great unknown. The undiscovered country. The endless possibilities of the not yet known. Ignorance is bliss. What we don't know won't hurt us.
Then why do I feel so sick?
I have had a little anxiety troubles over the last 24 hours. I cannot put my finger on it, but something is not quite right with me. Could it be the journey I am about to embark upon...off to the other side of the world to check in with some dear friends and have a really wonderful time? Surely not? I mean, thats just going to be a heap of fun right?
Then why do I feel so sick?
You know, it'd be so much easier to just stay at home. Not meet a heap of people who I never know when I'm going to see again but cannot help being attached to and miss incredibly. Not get attached to anyone in general. Not spend the better part of all my savings. Not put my hand up to jump up on stage and do a show I really have not prepared for yet. Not know. Have no control. Be kinda sorta scared. Risk failing.
I mean, I know thats why I feel so sick.
But how freakin boring would that be.
Give me the unknown every time - just bring a bucket too!
Then why do I feel so sick?
I have had a little anxiety troubles over the last 24 hours. I cannot put my finger on it, but something is not quite right with me. Could it be the journey I am about to embark upon...off to the other side of the world to check in with some dear friends and have a really wonderful time? Surely not? I mean, thats just going to be a heap of fun right?
Then why do I feel so sick?
You know, it'd be so much easier to just stay at home. Not meet a heap of people who I never know when I'm going to see again but cannot help being attached to and miss incredibly. Not get attached to anyone in general. Not spend the better part of all my savings. Not put my hand up to jump up on stage and do a show I really have not prepared for yet. Not know. Have no control. Be kinda sorta scared. Risk failing.
I mean, I know thats why I feel so sick.
But how freakin boring would that be.
Give me the unknown every time - just bring a bucket too!
Friday, August 10, 2007
Free Hugs
I was the proud recipient of a free hug yesterday - from the official free hug man of Pitt St Mall. (thats not me in the photo btw - I lifted this from some google, that is definitely him though.)
Why this meant so much to me?
His officially hugging jacket is velvet. Worlds collide. Free love/hugs/human goodness mixed with the fabric I fear. Things changed yesterday. Now I am not saying I am going out to buy a velvet body suit, but I am one small step closer....
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
In response?
This is an excerpt from an email conversation I have had today.
I had been asked "where are you going and why?". My reply was "Edinburgh and Dublin, for the Fringe Festival to check out shows and then on to visit friends."
This was the reply I got:
Yes - have been to both cities. Edinburgh in 1974 and Dublin around the
same time - spent Easter there with a friend who lived in the gate house of
the Guiness mansion. My daughter had a birthday party and all the kids in
the village (NEAR Dublin) came to it. Also visited her inlaws who lived
in a very lavish house in County Wicklow. Even had real Picassos on the
wall. The woman we met there had written a book about herself and her
German husband, who had been involved in the July Plot to blow up Hitler -
and how they escaped. She was the daughter of an earle. The book was
later made into a T.V. series. Her name was (is?) Christobel Bielenberg.
And here I was expecting "have a nice time."
I had been asked "where are you going and why?". My reply was "Edinburgh and Dublin, for the Fringe Festival to check out shows and then on to visit friends."
This was the reply I got:
Yes - have been to both cities. Edinburgh in 1974 and Dublin around the
same time - spent Easter there with a friend who lived in the gate house of
the Guiness mansion. My daughter had a birthday party and all the kids in
the village (NEAR Dublin) came to it. Also visited her inlaws who lived
in a very lavish house in County Wicklow. Even had real Picassos on the
wall. The woman we met there had written a book about herself and her
German husband, who had been involved in the July Plot to blow up Hitler -
and how they escaped. She was the daughter of an earle. The book was
later made into a T.V. series. Her name was (is?) Christobel Bielenberg.
And here I was expecting "have a nice time."
Friday, August 03, 2007
Clock watching.
Today is moving slowly.
VERY slowly. The countdown feels like it has started to go backwards. Its almost depressing. I check my inbox every five minutes to keep my mind from exploding through the mundanity of my workload today. I have even replied to my Mothers email about being a special vibrant woman. Anything to keep the clock moving forward.
Given this, joy is being found in places I would normally not look. Today, I am happy to answer the phone. A wrong number? No problem, but since you called, how are you and whats your day look like? The minutes slowly tick by.
Out of boredom and frustration though I have volunteered the lunch run and the meet and greet of 20 new employees. There's another 45 mins I can consider filled.
Posting this blog has filled 7 minutes.
On a completely different subject, how funny is it when a particularly masculine man says something like "Schweppes" or "Fudge!" instead of using an expletive? Very funny.
Two more minutes gone. Thankfully I type slow.
VERY slowly. The countdown feels like it has started to go backwards. Its almost depressing. I check my inbox every five minutes to keep my mind from exploding through the mundanity of my workload today. I have even replied to my Mothers email about being a special vibrant woman. Anything to keep the clock moving forward.
Given this, joy is being found in places I would normally not look. Today, I am happy to answer the phone. A wrong number? No problem, but since you called, how are you and whats your day look like? The minutes slowly tick by.
Out of boredom and frustration though I have volunteered the lunch run and the meet and greet of 20 new employees. There's another 45 mins I can consider filled.
Posting this blog has filled 7 minutes.
On a completely different subject, how funny is it when a particularly masculine man says something like "Schweppes" or "Fudge!" instead of using an expletive? Very funny.
Two more minutes gone. Thankfully I type slow.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Countdown
In two sleeps its Friday -then the weekend and Celebrity Theatresports - hoorah!
In fifteen sleeps I will board a plane on the way to London!
In eighteen sleeps I will board another plane on the way to Edinburgh!
In twenty-three sleeps, Susie Youssef and I have our ten minute spot in the Fringe Festival!
In twenty-eight sleeps we board another plane on the way to Dublin!
In thirty-one sleeps we join Caomhan and company for the Electric Picnic!
What a month!
How can I possibly sleep then, with all this to look forward to?????
In fifteen sleeps I will board a plane on the way to London!
In eighteen sleeps I will board another plane on the way to Edinburgh!
In twenty-three sleeps, Susie Youssef and I have our ten minute spot in the Fringe Festival!
In twenty-eight sleeps we board another plane on the way to Dublin!
In thirty-one sleeps we join Caomhan and company for the Electric Picnic!
What a month!
How can I possibly sleep then, with all this to look forward to?????
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Kicking the Habit
I am an addict.
I used to smoke a pack of cigarettes a day.
I used to drink 12 cups of coffee.
The cigarettes were replaced with my biting of fingernails and the coffee gave way to copious amounts of tea. (well, if was good enough for the Beatles....)
Now its email. And texting. But a milestone has been reached. Yesterday I went a WHOLE DAY without sending an email or a text message. Yes, sure, I have gotten a wee hit this morning, but cutting down is surely progress, right?
I need to be distracted, to fill my time elsewhere....this doesn't necessarily stop me from thinking about sending emails etc, but its positive action surely.
More time going for walks perhaps? Yes, good walks - heightens the senses, good for the body and soul....only problem with exercise is my hair. Modern hair styles (layers you see) mean your hair, while fabulous and voluminous, is hard to tie up and out of your face, which is necessary for those Buckley miles I intend on undertaking. And really, its cold these days, that does terrible things to my hair... maybe I should stay indoors a little longer, until it warms up a bit....
Surely one email won't hurt?
I used to smoke a pack of cigarettes a day.
I used to drink 12 cups of coffee.
The cigarettes were replaced with my biting of fingernails and the coffee gave way to copious amounts of tea. (well, if was good enough for the Beatles....)
Now its email. And texting. But a milestone has been reached. Yesterday I went a WHOLE DAY without sending an email or a text message. Yes, sure, I have gotten a wee hit this morning, but cutting down is surely progress, right?
I need to be distracted, to fill my time elsewhere....this doesn't necessarily stop me from thinking about sending emails etc, but its positive action surely.
More time going for walks perhaps? Yes, good walks - heightens the senses, good for the body and soul....only problem with exercise is my hair. Modern hair styles (layers you see) mean your hair, while fabulous and voluminous, is hard to tie up and out of your face, which is necessary for those Buckley miles I intend on undertaking. And really, its cold these days, that does terrible things to my hair... maybe I should stay indoors a little longer, until it warms up a bit....
Surely one email won't hurt?
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Reasons to smile....
So, I realised that the last three posts of mine have been not my usual brand of "sunshine and lollipops". In fact, they have all been rather whingey and whiney and though, admittedly, that has been the mood at the time of posting, I felt it would be remiss of me not to now point out all the things that are making me feel, as the Carpenters might say, on top of the world.
1. a recent day trip to Malaysia
2. the recent season of Blank! The Musical (which may I add was a smash!)
3. a visit to Adelaide and my sister and my nephew
4. a commercial I just filmed
5. news that Susie and I will perform at Edinburgh Fringe Festival
6. the Gertie and Lance hook-up
7. The Four Coasters
8. all the fun of Celebrity Theatresports weekend extravaganza
9. a new season of Australian Idol
10. The Cure concert
11. an overseas trip in under four weeks!
So yeah, I smile a lot.
1. a recent day trip to Malaysia
2. the recent season of Blank! The Musical (which may I add was a smash!)
3. a visit to Adelaide and my sister and my nephew
4. a commercial I just filmed
5. news that Susie and I will perform at Edinburgh Fringe Festival
6. the Gertie and Lance hook-up
7. The Four Coasters
8. all the fun of Celebrity Theatresports weekend extravaganza
9. a new season of Australian Idol
10. The Cure concert
11. an overseas trip in under four weeks!
So yeah, I smile a lot.
Monday, July 23, 2007
A retraction, of sorts.
So I usually like Mondays. But not today. I would normally tut tut any Monday nay-sayers for their lack of vision. For their stereotypical negativity. Not today. Today I am with you all.
My kingdom to just crawl under the covers and stay there forever.
I had a very poor nights sleep. Nightmares galore. And I have hurt my back. So every jolt of fright that sent me upright was accompanied by a fair dose of pain. And here, at my desk, I am like a dodgy old lady...I could barely brush my hair. So I am like a dodgy old bag lady.
And just as I was sitting down to a bowl of porridge and cup of coffee to at least act as some sort of comforting hug to my morning, a guy kicked my desk - (well, he didn't mean to, he was retelling a sporting moment from his weekend) - knocking my coffee over and chipping my mug!
Sure, mugs come and go, but this mug was special. I bought it when I was in Scotland, in a little seaside village called Nairn. There were two types of mugs. Those that said "Happy" and those that said "Grumpy" - each came with its own little stick figure drawing reflecting their happiness or grumpiness. I chose "Happy". I have received a lot of criticism because of that mug.
"Oh rub it in why don't you!" grumble the smile police most Mondays.
Well now the mug is chipped. Happy now? Not really. Kinda grumpy actually.
So, just for today, here's to the Boomtown Rats.
I don't like Mondays either.
My kingdom to just crawl under the covers and stay there forever.
I had a very poor nights sleep. Nightmares galore. And I have hurt my back. So every jolt of fright that sent me upright was accompanied by a fair dose of pain. And here, at my desk, I am like a dodgy old lady...I could barely brush my hair. So I am like a dodgy old bag lady.
And just as I was sitting down to a bowl of porridge and cup of coffee to at least act as some sort of comforting hug to my morning, a guy kicked my desk - (well, he didn't mean to, he was retelling a sporting moment from his weekend) - knocking my coffee over and chipping my mug!
Sure, mugs come and go, but this mug was special. I bought it when I was in Scotland, in a little seaside village called Nairn. There were two types of mugs. Those that said "Happy" and those that said "Grumpy" - each came with its own little stick figure drawing reflecting their happiness or grumpiness. I chose "Happy". I have received a lot of criticism because of that mug.
"Oh rub it in why don't you!" grumble the smile police most Mondays.
Well now the mug is chipped. Happy now? Not really. Kinda grumpy actually.
So, just for today, here's to the Boomtown Rats.
I don't like Mondays either.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Its just good manners....
If you were to say, almost kill someone by running them off the road onto a footpath and possibly into the arms of a shopfront, you might feel the need to stop, slow down or at the very least, give one of those comforting thank you waves. Wouldn't you? Because that would be the good mannerly thing to do.
Apparently not if you are the maniac driving the silver mercedes this morning. Just so you know, I AM FINE THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Although, being almost killed on the road at 6:45am has put a little dampner on my day and lets not even talk about the toll having my heart skip several beats as I nearly mounted the pavement has taken on me.
It made think though, just so you all know, if I was killed this morning, I really wished I was more forceful with my landlord. I mean seriously, how many nights does a woman have to be locked out of her entire building before he does something about it???
(Oh, and that I love you all.)
Apparently not if you are the maniac driving the silver mercedes this morning. Just so you know, I AM FINE THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Although, being almost killed on the road at 6:45am has put a little dampner on my day and lets not even talk about the toll having my heart skip several beats as I nearly mounted the pavement has taken on me.
It made think though, just so you all know, if I was killed this morning, I really wished I was more forceful with my landlord. I mean seriously, how many nights does a woman have to be locked out of her entire building before he does something about it???
(Oh, and that I love you all.)
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Slowly, but surely, they drew their plans against us!
And slowly but surely, my fear of fears presents itself.
Yes. Its true. There is something I fear more than being draped in velvet -
Aliens.
When I was about 4 - 5 (just coming to terms with a rather disturbing past-life memory) my Dad came into possession of a copy of the BBC Orchestra's War of the Worlds. (with narration by Richard Burton) He used to play it quite regularly (remembering that he would have been a man in his early-mid thirties) and got quite a kick out of the fear it put in me. I was petrified by it. The opening strains would send me to my room....the opening of the pods would send me under my bed....the "dooooolahs" would induce urination. This was frightening stuff and has scarred me quite a lot.
Later this year, War of the Worlds is being brought to life once again in one of those mega-spectacular concert thingys (and they said chances of anything coming from Mars was a million to one!) and so, on an almost daily basis, I am at fears doorstep. The sudden, unexpected refrains of the "dooooolahs" startle me while I am just innocently trying to send a few emails to friends. Whats with that? I am shaken, anxious, ever so slightly disturbed. Damn you commercial radio and your incessant advertising.
And as for you Terry Buckley, you cheeky man, you have a lot to answer for.
Yes. Its true. There is something I fear more than being draped in velvet -
Aliens.
When I was about 4 - 5 (just coming to terms with a rather disturbing past-life memory) my Dad came into possession of a copy of the BBC Orchestra's War of the Worlds. (with narration by Richard Burton) He used to play it quite regularly (remembering that he would have been a man in his early-mid thirties) and got quite a kick out of the fear it put in me. I was petrified by it. The opening strains would send me to my room....the opening of the pods would send me under my bed....the "dooooolahs" would induce urination. This was frightening stuff and has scarred me quite a lot.
Later this year, War of the Worlds is being brought to life once again in one of those mega-spectacular concert thingys (and they said chances of anything coming from Mars was a million to one!) and so, on an almost daily basis, I am at fears doorstep. The sudden, unexpected refrains of the "dooooolahs" startle me while I am just innocently trying to send a few emails to friends. Whats with that? I am shaken, anxious, ever so slightly disturbed. Damn you commercial radio and your incessant advertising.
And as for you Terry Buckley, you cheeky man, you have a lot to answer for.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
For some reason, blogger folk won't let me give this post a title. I had a corker planned too, alas, its not meant to be....
I will mention though that I was awoken in the dead of night by a text message. It was from a number I did not recognise but the message sounded like it was meant for me -
"ha ha kudos to you x " smiley face.
Well, for this I did not mind being woken up for. A mystery well wisher - giving me the kudos I must certainly have deserved. After the doubts of my karmic goodness I have been reassured by loved ones that indeed, its OK that I enjoy my good fortune of late - the fact that God created me with a pug nose and poor balance and haptodysphoria has meant really, I have been climbing (awkwardly) uphill for years. Yes, kudos to me indeed. And from a stranger no less. Oh happy day. Bless and joy to you all etc....then it was back to sleepy good times with a warmth in my heart and a smile on my face....
And then...
My phone beeps once more.
Whats this? More messages of happy tidings? Maybe a compliment for my new haircut? Possibly a young man, intoxicated by my sweet laugh and moderate temperament confessing his secret admiration?
"Sorry. Wrong person."
Oh.
Yeah well kudos is a stupid word anyway.
I will mention though that I was awoken in the dead of night by a text message. It was from a number I did not recognise but the message sounded like it was meant for me -
"ha ha kudos to you x " smiley face.
Well, for this I did not mind being woken up for. A mystery well wisher - giving me the kudos I must certainly have deserved. After the doubts of my karmic goodness I have been reassured by loved ones that indeed, its OK that I enjoy my good fortune of late - the fact that God created me with a pug nose and poor balance and haptodysphoria has meant really, I have been climbing (awkwardly) uphill for years. Yes, kudos to me indeed. And from a stranger no less. Oh happy day. Bless and joy to you all etc....then it was back to sleepy good times with a warmth in my heart and a smile on my face....
And then...
My phone beeps once more.
Whats this? More messages of happy tidings? Maybe a compliment for my new haircut? Possibly a young man, intoxicated by my sweet laugh and moderate temperament confessing his secret admiration?
"Sorry. Wrong person."
Oh.
Yeah well kudos is a stupid word anyway.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Karma Police
I spent most of last night face down on the floor making a lot of noise. Yes, I was performing in the Impro Australia "Imprano's" season at Belvoir St Theatre - and my mobster character was Anna Nicole Smith & Wesson (deadly with her double barrel - oh yes, the puns kept coming!)
Needless to say, I would be considered rather disrespectful toward this recently departed womans memory - I was trashy. I was messy. I was incredibly annoying.... the karmic balance though to this? More bruises. And aches. Falling over, repeatedly, in heels will eventually take its toll.
I am all about the karmic balance - and of late, I have been rewarded repeatedly for things I honestly would not know about. A whole bunch of happy fell into my lap over the last few months....and I can feel the darkness creep in....have I earnt all this good fortune??? I would not have thought so, indeed this means I had better start doing some good - and quickly....and I think its going to take more than a plasma donation (which look, while I am here, I would really recommend.....or maybe just blood - seriously, I mean, its once every three months - and it can save like three lives....unless you are pregnant, have a cardiac based medical condition or have lived in the UK for more than 6 months prior to 1996, then you cannot donate...just so you know)...
I have no reason to be suspicious...and yet, I am. Will it all come crashing down on me? Or can I give back enough to the powers that be in time to keep the goodness coming?
And does not throwing a tantrum in traffic count as a good deed?
Needless to say, I would be considered rather disrespectful toward this recently departed womans memory - I was trashy. I was messy. I was incredibly annoying.... the karmic balance though to this? More bruises. And aches. Falling over, repeatedly, in heels will eventually take its toll.
I am all about the karmic balance - and of late, I have been rewarded repeatedly for things I honestly would not know about. A whole bunch of happy fell into my lap over the last few months....and I can feel the darkness creep in....have I earnt all this good fortune??? I would not have thought so, indeed this means I had better start doing some good - and quickly....and I think its going to take more than a plasma donation (which look, while I am here, I would really recommend.....or maybe just blood - seriously, I mean, its once every three months - and it can save like three lives....unless you are pregnant, have a cardiac based medical condition or have lived in the UK for more than 6 months prior to 1996, then you cannot donate...just so you know)...
I have no reason to be suspicious...and yet, I am. Will it all come crashing down on me? Or can I give back enough to the powers that be in time to keep the goodness coming?
And does not throwing a tantrum in traffic count as a good deed?
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Festival Crush
I LOVE a festival.
This weekend, I went up to Brisbane for the inaugural Brisbane Improv Festival - and it was GREAT!
There is something about a festival vibe. I have heard the comment "love in" before to describe them and its entirely true. People you haven't seen since the last festival are there, you all have something in common (usually just that you are there, but really, thats all you need!) and its a lot like a school camp. There is the late nights, cheeky laughs, in-jokes (RACIST!) and group bonding. The new friendships, inspired moments, personal highs (and lows) and best of all the glorious flirtations.
And here I am, back at work, bags under my eyes and one too many bruises the dead giveaway I have had a great weekend. The bruises will fade and I will eventually get some sleep....but the memory of "Winkles" the walking dog, two men wrestling at a bus stop, a peeping tom at the window and the magical wonderment of what goes on under a doona will have me giggling for a few days longer .... after that, its a raised eyebrow daydream away to keep me going until the next "love in"....
Edinburgh Fringe ... the nine week countdown commences ...
This weekend, I went up to Brisbane for the inaugural Brisbane Improv Festival - and it was GREAT!
There is something about a festival vibe. I have heard the comment "love in" before to describe them and its entirely true. People you haven't seen since the last festival are there, you all have something in common (usually just that you are there, but really, thats all you need!) and its a lot like a school camp. There is the late nights, cheeky laughs, in-jokes (RACIST!) and group bonding. The new friendships, inspired moments, personal highs (and lows) and best of all the glorious flirtations.
And here I am, back at work, bags under my eyes and one too many bruises the dead giveaway I have had a great weekend. The bruises will fade and I will eventually get some sleep....but the memory of "Winkles" the walking dog, two men wrestling at a bus stop, a peeping tom at the window and the magical wonderment of what goes on under a doona will have me giggling for a few days longer .... after that, its a raised eyebrow daydream away to keep me going until the next "love in"....
Edinburgh Fringe ... the nine week countdown commences ...
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Me Me Me Me.
Yes. The truth is out there for all to see. I am selfish. Its all about me. And I feel bad about it.
See even in feeling bad about it, I am still focusing on me. The fact that I feel the need to tell you about it dear reader merely reiterates it. So far there have been four "I's" in this post. I try I really do, to think beyond my own successes, failures, disappointments, alas, it seems to always come back to me.
Its got to stop.
I need to focus on the feelings of others. Look past my own reaction and vanities and embrace all around me. Only problem with that is that it would make me feel good which then, would be selfish.
Man. I do not know how all those do-gooders do it. Unless they are really really really selfish.
Cheeky selfish do-gooders. Man. What a nerve.
See even in feeling bad about it, I am still focusing on me. The fact that I feel the need to tell you about it dear reader merely reiterates it. So far there have been four "I's" in this post. I try I really do, to think beyond my own successes, failures, disappointments, alas, it seems to always come back to me.
Its got to stop.
I need to focus on the feelings of others. Look past my own reaction and vanities and embrace all around me. Only problem with that is that it would make me feel good which then, would be selfish.
Man. I do not know how all those do-gooders do it. Unless they are really really really selfish.
Cheeky selfish do-gooders. Man. What a nerve.
Par Excellence
I won an award at work. For excellence. Ironically, if you ask me what I do and how I do it, I would not actually be able to tell you.
Still, its very nice to be acknowledged. Very nice indeed.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Career Girl
I have had some jobs.
Quite a few actually.
Video store clerk.
Pizza Hut Shift Supervisor.
Waitress.
NAB Phone Operator.
TAB Phone Operator.
Spruiker.
Child care Assistant.
Leisure Centre Receptionist.
Childrens Party Planner.
Labour Hire Project Officer.
Accounts Clerk.
Data Entry Operator.
Administrative Officer.
Data Analyst.
And here I am. I have spent a lot of my employment avoiding advancement. Responsibility is one thing (I think you will find Mrs Winthrop that Johnnys head did have a bump on it when you dropped him off this morning....) but advancement, no. I do not think so. Uh uh. Nope. Not for me. I am fine where I am.
Except -
A grown up job has crept up on me without me really knowing it. I am planning meetings to "strategise" and asking people to "pull together" and every now and then, I mean it when I say "near enough is just not good enough".
Who is this corporate monster posting before you? When did the needs of the business overtake my need to email my friends? When did I stop taking the stationary home because lets face it, I don't really need it? What happened to that carefree girl who was really a hindrance rather than a help?
Wait a minute...I am posting from my desk in my shared office space while my manager is not looking...there could still be some hope eh?
Quite a few actually.
Video store clerk.
Pizza Hut Shift Supervisor.
Waitress.
NAB Phone Operator.
TAB Phone Operator.
Spruiker.
Child care Assistant.
Leisure Centre Receptionist.
Childrens Party Planner.
Labour Hire Project Officer.
Accounts Clerk.
Data Entry Operator.
Administrative Officer.
Data Analyst.
And here I am. I have spent a lot of my employment avoiding advancement. Responsibility is one thing (I think you will find Mrs Winthrop that Johnnys head did have a bump on it when you dropped him off this morning....) but advancement, no. I do not think so. Uh uh. Nope. Not for me. I am fine where I am.
Except -
A grown up job has crept up on me without me really knowing it. I am planning meetings to "strategise" and asking people to "pull together" and every now and then, I mean it when I say "near enough is just not good enough".
Who is this corporate monster posting before you? When did the needs of the business overtake my need to email my friends? When did I stop taking the stationary home because lets face it, I don't really need it? What happened to that carefree girl who was really a hindrance rather than a help?
Wait a minute...I am posting from my desk in my shared office space while my manager is not looking...there could still be some hope eh?
Monday, June 04, 2007
Monday Monday
I like Mondays. I know most people are all like, "Maaaaan, I hate Mondays", "did I even have a weekend?", "I just couldn't get up today", "can't it be the weekend already?"..... etc etc.
Not me.
See in my mind, Monday is still close enough to the weekend to have "memory flooding back" syndrome. I will be sitting at work, daydreaming away (which is fine for a Monday because all the Monday haters - most people - don't expect much work to get done, simply because its Monday, so I can sit in a daydreaming state with little interruption) and I couldn't be happier.
Muscle aches remind me of make-shift lounge room dance floors, yawns remind me of late night chatter and the constant refrain "how was your weekend?" reminds me of just how good a weekend I have had.
So, on this particular Monday, I am all smiles and far away looks and the memory flooding back syndrome has been kicking in all day. And thats why I like Mondays.
Tuesdays on the other hand? Thats another story....
Not me.
See in my mind, Monday is still close enough to the weekend to have "memory flooding back" syndrome. I will be sitting at work, daydreaming away (which is fine for a Monday because all the Monday haters - most people - don't expect much work to get done, simply because its Monday, so I can sit in a daydreaming state with little interruption) and I couldn't be happier.
Muscle aches remind me of make-shift lounge room dance floors, yawns remind me of late night chatter and the constant refrain "how was your weekend?" reminds me of just how good a weekend I have had.
So, on this particular Monday, I am all smiles and far away looks and the memory flooding back syndrome has been kicking in all day. And thats why I like Mondays.
Tuesdays on the other hand? Thats another story....
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Stop. Nanna-Time.
I had mentioned in a previous post that I have begun to prematurely Nanna. By that, I mean, I have noticed some behavioural changes that lean toward the inner senior citizen in me. I have every confidence that my inner child still exists, I am just worried that the senior citizen (pushy as they can be) will start calling all the shots.
For instance, I am an early riser - not by nature, purely due to my job, however, I find it increasingly annoying to sleep in and "miss half the day" now. My body clock (after nearly 6 years of training) wakes me up, on weekends, even after a very late night, by 7am every day. Not a problem if you can merely roll over and go back to sleep - not me. I start to think about putting on some washing or going for a walk - mostly I just end up reading, but still, that's a Nanna thing.
I also think nothing of having dinner at 5.30pm. Again, this is mainly for convenience, as I would only do this if I had something else on that night and I would not get home till really late ... But still. Dinner with Deal or No Deal - that's a Nanna thing.
I would rather put on all of my clothes at once than put on a heater, I am scared of teenagers, I do not understand Emo, I have a freezer full of bananas just waiting to be made into bread - ALL NANNA THINGS and last night was the most Nanna of all. I found a Woody Allen movie a little too disturbing to watch just before bed. Make no mistake, I was enjoying it no end, its just as it neared midnight and the film neared its climax, I begun to get so anxious that I could not watch it anymore. I had to pour myself a glass of port, watch some mindless American "dramedy" and put myself to bed. This is a Nanna thing. Where has my spunk gone? My pluck? Apart from the obvious reasons, why do I find CSI so offensive? Its the Nanna in me.
And she's got me scared.
Must be time for another tattoo!
For instance, I am an early riser - not by nature, purely due to my job, however, I find it increasingly annoying to sleep in and "miss half the day" now. My body clock (after nearly 6 years of training) wakes me up, on weekends, even after a very late night, by 7am every day. Not a problem if you can merely roll over and go back to sleep - not me. I start to think about putting on some washing or going for a walk - mostly I just end up reading, but still, that's a Nanna thing.
I also think nothing of having dinner at 5.30pm. Again, this is mainly for convenience, as I would only do this if I had something else on that night and I would not get home till really late ... But still. Dinner with Deal or No Deal - that's a Nanna thing.
I would rather put on all of my clothes at once than put on a heater, I am scared of teenagers, I do not understand Emo, I have a freezer full of bananas just waiting to be made into bread - ALL NANNA THINGS and last night was the most Nanna of all. I found a Woody Allen movie a little too disturbing to watch just before bed. Make no mistake, I was enjoying it no end, its just as it neared midnight and the film neared its climax, I begun to get so anxious that I could not watch it anymore. I had to pour myself a glass of port, watch some mindless American "dramedy" and put myself to bed. This is a Nanna thing. Where has my spunk gone? My pluck? Apart from the obvious reasons, why do I find CSI so offensive? Its the Nanna in me.
And she's got me scared.
Must be time for another tattoo!
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