Posted 1 year, 1 month ago at 5:35 pm. 7 comments
Well, it’s been a while. It has been too long. Far, far too long - which is weird, because i have no lack of interesting and hopefully entertaining things to share.
I’ve been a busy little miss, so I’ll try and pack as much as I can into this post. I’ll break it up into pats though, for ease of reading:
#1 - The Employment Situation
#2 - The Drunken Shennanigans
#3 - The OCAU Meet
#4 - The Health Stuff
and finally,
#5 - The probably drunken rant that won’t make a lick of sense to anyone but me.
So. Here we go.
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#1 - The Employment Situation
Quite recently, I was made redundant. The giant corporation that I’ve called home for my entire grown-up life decided to close up shop in Brisbane and move our valuable jobs elsewhere. I’m not entirely sure why I didn’t post about it earlier - the shame of retrentchment perhaps, or maybe i didn’t wan tto believe it was actually happening - in any case… I found a new job.
I should really start from the beginning.
I was thinking a littl while back that my life finally felt.. well, things kind of fell into place. Everything was working, and things were starting to feel strangely complete. I had a good routine, I was being healthy and happy and exercising lots. Infact, I’d just started walking to the train station to get to work instead of driving - and then as easily as I felt great, I felt awful again.
I knew something was up the minute I arrived at work. Excuse me while I take creative licence here. The tension on the floor was practically visible - the team leaders were skittering around nervously, and our general manager had taken up residence in one of the meeting rooms. His usually cheerful disposition had been modified somewhat - a forced smile upon making eye contact with staff was team with an unusually stern half-grimace, reserved for when he thought noone was observing.
Eventually, after much speculation abotu the legal and HR representatives that had set up camp in our midst, we were herded into a conference room and greeted by the anxious eyes of our newly appointed centre manager. Things didn’t look great.
I was optimistic. They’d been hiring staff like wildfire so I”d quite wrongly assumed that my position would be exempt from whatever was coming. So, as I giggled and messed about with Sammy and Chris, I didn’t really take in the seriousness of the situation. Once we were all settled, our fearless leader - armed with little more than a bowl of lollies, strategically placed boxes of inexpensive tissues and a power point presentation filled with propaganda (you know, the company’s future and their vision) - told us we were all out of a job.
You know when they say “It knocked the wind out of my sails” ? That’s.. pretty much exactly how I felt. I’d never really felt that way before - not like that I’d felt the boy related wind from sail theft, but it felt different this time. I was gobsmacked, and after taking a few minutes to process the information, I came to the realisation that I felt completely, utterly, betreayed. That’s when the tears came.
See, the thing is, I’d started to feel loyal to the company. Whenever we - they - were bagged in the media? I’d stand up for them. Whenever the G9 business was being discussed? I’d support the company entirely. Customers bagging us out over the phone? My sense of pride and loyalty would step in and I’d throw up a strangely truthful defence.
And what’d they do? They FUCKED me. They fucked us - and it hurt. I was hurt. So.. we did what we do when we’re hurt. We got drunk. I got drunk.
I can say, with absolute certainty, that i’ve never been drunk like that before. Not ever. Thanks to Haydn and his double shots of Chartreuse, my actions included but were in no way limited to the following:-
- Lecturing the General Manager of Service Advantage about the job cuts.
- Somehow spending 30 minutes in the bathroom with Kelly
- Got huggy and cheek-kissy with my colleagues
- Laid down on the floor inside a pub
- Laid down in the rain on the freezing cement outside a pub
- Passed out with my head in the gutter in the rain, which Sammy unceremoniously dubbed ‘the drowning’.
- Got dropped off at home by a team leader after being poured into a cab by my colleagues
- Vomiting EVERYWHERE. Inside, outside, into things, outside of things, all over things (I think you get the point), everywhere everywhere everywhere.
By my standards, it was a fucking huge night - and it was all over and done with by 10:30. I had an entire pig for breakfast the next day though so in the end it worked out pretty much okay.
Here’s the bad news - I’m going to miss everyone at work like crazy
Here’s the good news - I found an awesome job. I’m going to be a CSO for the Department of Justice - In the Batman Building! More on that when I learn more about it.
And more later. My room is a pigsty and I want to make it pretty.
Posted 1 year, 3 months ago at 6:03 am. 0 comments
WARNING/ AVVERTIMENTO/ Предупреждение/ WARNUNG/ AVERTISSEMENT/ ADVERTENCIA/ WAARSCHUWING/ê²½ê³
This is a hormone fueled, Gilmore Girls series finale inspired post-rant. It’ll be cryptic, emotionally charged, and not make much sense. If this doesn’t seem like the kind of post you want to read TURN BACK NOW OH GOD TAKE COVER COVER YOUR EYES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SAVE YOURSELF DONT LOOK BACK.
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Now that’s out of the way and I’ve warned you all in a suitable number of languages (Yes, number. Not amount - but I’ll save that rant for another time) jesus CHRIST is there something wrong with me?
Firstly, I should’ve known better than to watch the series finale of a show I fell for so hard when I’m all hormonal. It didn’t end well in the days of my Greys Anatomy compulsion and it isn’t ending so well now. I bawled my eyes out, bawled ‘em out like a baby. No more Lorelai? No more Rory? It’s just too much.
That’s not the real problem though, no sir. That’s not the root of the issue. This is beyond fixing with goat. Goat is not providing assistance, no matter how cute and comical the subject of goat is. I know, I was shocked too.
I just feel like an idiot. I’d always told myself that I wouldn’t do this, and now I think I have. Not completely, obviously, because I still have the good sense to not be an idiot, but like.. I CAME CLOSE. SERIOUSLY. HOW STUPID AM I? Jesus christ. My thoughts were invaded. Happily! I happily let my mind wander in that general direction and I enjoyed it. Thankfully, I snapped out of it, and now I’m half upset that I’ve let myself get in this state, and half incredibly happy that I snapped out of it before doing something stupid. Well, stupider. Bigtime sigh. And now? Now I’m left sitting here with this.. thing. This stupid thing. I don’t know what to do with this stupid thing! While really, really humiliating, the stupid thing was actually kinda fun. Not even kinda. Just the normal kind of fun. Minus the kind of part. Just the fun part. I think I’ll need to scout around for more stupid things.
In conclusion, I am never watching anything remotely emotional while I’m all hormonal ever again. At least, not until next time. Seriously, it’s a painful emotional rollercoaster. Mostly crying though - I cry because oh god I’m just so happy and then oh god it’s just so sad and then oh god I’ve run out of cereal. This is terrible! I haven’t had one of these for a while. It’s okay though. Whatever. I’m tired. Tired and seriously considering implanon in order to avoid these mopey whatevers.
SO THERE. THATS ALL YOU GET. Get outta here, y’schmucks. I love you all. <3
Also PS. I miss Tom and Joel and wish to hang out with them at some stage soon. At their earliest conveniece, even. I know they don’t read the blog, but this is kind of a reminder to myself.
Edit ++: Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid.
Posted 1 year, 5 months ago at 11:20 pm. 0 comments
Tomorrow should be the last day. I hope. Hooray.
Posted 1 year, 6 months ago at 11:40 am. 4 comments
I’ve had a fairly interesting week.
Well, it started out great. Sunday was awesome. It was the first day off I’ve had in quite some time and I put it to good use - I gymmed, I vaccuumed, I cleaned, and I had dinner and a sleepover with a ridiculously cute boy.
Even work has been marginally better than usual - I’ve been doing level 2 stuff that requires far less interaction with custoemrs. Compared to normal? It’s the good life, baby.
Some shitty things have been afoot, though. Poppa died on Friday, adn I”ve been dealing with it one of the only two ways I know how. I had a choice between taking it clinically and detached-like, or making inappropriate jokes until everyone feels uncomfortable. Considering the nature of the situation, I went with the cold and detatched thing. I talked to sister on the internets last night, the funeral was yesterday and she was a woman of few words. After living over there with him for quite some time, they were close. She was hit really hard. Possibly even moreso than his children. I mean, I’ll miss him. I’ll miss him a whole lot. He used to call me Black Biscuits, because those chocoalte biscuits with the cream in the middle were always my favourite - but i don’t think Jennifer is going to take this well at all.
My fantastic friends were being great and trying to cheer me up, however, durnig the day I got an email from Steve requesting that we have a “meeting” when I got home. Like always, I rolled my eyes at his uptight formality and went out for dinner with Joe. It was delicious, but he has to learn to let me pay for things. Silly Joe.
In any case, I got home in fairly decent spirits- only to have Douchey Mc Cunt Wagon (or as Scott likes to refer to him, “Cunt Britches”) tell me that I’ev gotta be out of the hosue by the 1st of april. I accept the news without shedding a single tear in front of him and andrew. I was proud, considering I usually start blubbering like a baby whale at the first sign of confrontation. He seemed so nervous, too. He could barely maintain eye contact. Andrew sat there wordlessly through the ‘meeting’, only bothering to say anything to me after he’d slunk off to his bedroom. Hooray for Captain Courage. Super awesome friends for life fo’ sho’. He’s off the christmas card list. And the MSN list. And.. whatever other lists I have.
I’ll be honest, i was crushed. Foooor.. well.. all of maybe, an hour. I was crying quietly on the phone to some of my friends - one of which happens to be in real esate- when she informed me that people aren’t legally allowed to sub-let an entire house. They can let rooms, but if they aren’t living in the premises, it’s illegal. How very interesting. She also informed me that if the real estate agency were to find out that one of their tenants were to do anything like that, they can revoke their lease and give them bad rental history. Even more interesting! Don’t you think that’s interesting? I think it’s interesting. Very interesting 
It was after this that I called Scott, told him that the house huntw as back on. Not only that, but Cameron is semi-interested in finding a place too.
This is turning out wonderfully. Wonderfully to the point where I’m genuinely cheerful about the now non-event. And I get to see the boy on maybe Thursday, which is kinda cool. Also, I miss the following people : Ashley, Tom, Joel, Mum and Boobalah. I’ve been gymming regularly too, and the results are noticable, you know, fitness wise. The weight has only kind of improved, but the fitness stuff has increase dramatically. Woo! Life is good.
Posted 1 year, 6 months ago at 4:38 am. 0 comments
WA was a good kick in the butt for me. Kinda gave me the inspiration I required to sit down and really think about what the hell I’m doing with my life. So, I’m working on a 10 year plan. With charts and lists and pie graphs and everything. Well, maybe not the pie graphs. I can’t keep that up for 10 years.
In any case, I’ve been a busy little bunny. I’ve organised my budget, arranged some planners and a timeline to keep on my wall, and I’ve finally got a vague idea of where I want to be (or at least, DOING) for the next 10 years. Or so. For the next, say, 6 months, I’m basically planning to stay the fuck away from boys, pass my licence exam (which is on the 7th of March), and do extra, super dooperly well at work. If you come to my house you can ogle my cool timeline that should be going up within the next couple of days.
Also, I miss all of you terribly. Especially Ashley (who I happen to be so proud of). A huge thanks to Shaun for fixing my site, making it look pretty, and adding the AWESOME gallery plugin, as demonstrated above and to my right just myah ->>
<3 <3
Edit: I’ve put the wall planners up, and they’re already covered in red pen scribble. I guess that means I have more stuff to do than I thought *gulp*