Sunday, December 26
Sunday, 8:46am - Boxing Day
Two families down and one to go for Christmas, and this time tomorrow I'll be boarding a plane to New Zealand with my mumma.
This time tomorrow, I will also be wondering why we thought such an early flight was a good idea when you have to be at the airport three hours before boarding.
So, yeah, guess who's going to be up at like 4am tomorrow? This girl, and her mother. I'm currently trying to decide if we get up really early or we just don't go to sleep until we're on the plane.
So, in light of this, and my doubt that I'll be able to log in very frequently, happy new year everyone, don't forget to pash a stranger at midnight.
Saturday, December 18
Tuesday, December 14
Tuesday, December 7
Tuesday 9:47pm
Brace yourself, I'm going to say something I haven't said in a while.
Today was a good day.
Now collect yourselves back off the floor where you've collapsed in shock.
I got first drafts of five out of the 32 emails I have to write done. They were no where near as difficult or as time consuming as I was anticipating.
My main account manager is out on location for a client today and tomorrow so all her little dramy-dramas can suck it cos they're not my problem :)
I got to have Burgerfuel for dinner, and picked up a free sticker at the counter. I dunno why but I'm pretty infatuated with that place.
I got the slave rings for my dermals put onnnnnn. One of them is crooked (it has spun 90o some how) so Rob man-handled me a little bit so one is pissed off but whatever floating rings on my chessstttttt!!
Saw the PolyArt Restriction exhibit and it was really cool! I even ran into Graham and Tess there as Tess has a friend with works on display. I liked some of them but this lot were all way out of my price range!
So all in all, a pretty tops day :) All I need now is for this humidity to fuck off so I don't look like I'm melting and leave arse sweat all over everything and I'll be peachy.
Monday, December 6
Monday 7:00pm
Devastated.
Nut loaf was a pile o' failure. Looks more like two trays of apple crumble crumble topping.
Hopes and dreams crushed. Not to mention a fair chunk of money that could have been spent elsewhere.
Oh well, drowning my domestic incapabilities in Jelly Belly jelly beans.
Failure has never been so delicious.
I have so much work to do, but really, where is the fun in writing 34 emails over seven corporate topics? Finance strategy, marketing planning, web analytics, shit I'M not even sure what it means? Too grown up for me. They're only due on the 15th. N, I'm twitching nervously. Not. At. All.
Take my advice, never volunteer for anything.
I would take my own advice except that I'd probably get volunteered to do it anyway, so why fight it.
Crap.Eee.Ola.
Do you know The Blackout? I saw them with Lostprophets earlier in the year but only got to downloading their cds a few weeks ago. Been pretty much on constant repeat daily since. Reminds me of being in high school. Y'know, when I used to actually get excited by stuff as opposed to the jaded, old lady I am now. Makes me smiliessssss. But you'll probably hate it.
Nut loaf was a pile o' failure. Looks more like two trays of apple crumble crumble topping.
Hopes and dreams crushed. Not to mention a fair chunk of money that could have been spent elsewhere.
Oh well, drowning my domestic incapabilities in Jelly Belly jelly beans.
Failure has never been so delicious.
I have so much work to do, but really, where is the fun in writing 34 emails over seven corporate topics? Finance strategy, marketing planning, web analytics, shit I'M not even sure what it means? Too grown up for me. They're only due on the 15th. N, I'm twitching nervously. Not. At. All.
Take my advice, never volunteer for anything.
I would take my own advice except that I'd probably get volunteered to do it anyway, so why fight it.
Crap.Eee.Ola.
Do you know The Blackout? I saw them with Lostprophets earlier in the year but only got to downloading their cds a few weeks ago. Been pretty much on constant repeat daily since. Reminds me of being in high school. Y'know, when I used to actually get excited by stuff as opposed to the jaded, old lady I am now. Makes me smiliessssss. But you'll probably hate it.
Sunday, December 5
Sunday 1:53pm
Howdy!
What a busy weekend - babysitting the cutest little girl I know Friday night, hangs with the babe's family Saturday day, Korn with my brother last night, then domestic goddessness today.
Okay, 'goddess' might be a stretch, but that's the aim for today. Gotta aim high, right? I've been up for an hour and done two loads of laundry, showered, washed my hair, and done a few of those "it only takes five minutes to do but they never seem to get done" jobs (which always feel the most rewarding aye, because once they're done, you can forget about them until someone makes the next move).
Now I have to get my shit together and buy ingredients for lunches next weekend. Saturday I'm hosting my girls' Secret Santa get together and, of course, Sunday is the Sydney BME End of Year BBQ, and I'm hoping to cheat and make a couple of lots all at once to freeze and use for each event, but I'm not a confident cook so I'm going to do a test run tonight.
I'm going to attempt this vegan cashew nut roast thing which I stumbled across which looks easy enough and they actually provide the measurements in cups not just ounces. Using almond though, cashews are a bit of a luxury!
All righty, gotta get shuffling, Korn was amazing, but being up to 2am two nights in a row has robbed some daylight from me and if I do not get these groceries then today is shot and I'll give up. Mmmm sleeping.
Anyways, hoo-roo!
Wednesday, November 24
Wednesday 10:43pm
tongue has settled back down again. no idea what's going on with that.
new girl started at work today. she's cute and friendly and seems to be with it, but lets see if she lasts before we get attached. they always leave me *tear*
got invited to the Dymocks Booklovers VIP party to get 20 per cent of all full priced books. Between me, mum and the boss, we spent $200 after discounts. We got two snazzy bags out of it. I love books.
the unit block i live in has officially been sold according to the promo flyer i got in the mail yesterday. still not word on what's happening there, if anything.
i love scones.
went to the Newtown Festival the other week. got "hey don't i know you?" hit on by a chick selling crepes and didn't buy a damn thing. very disappointing day. did see a child staring at a massive pile of horseshit, was almost as amusing as the guy next to me saying to his friend "dude, that kid is just staring at that massive pile of horseshit!"
i'm taking mum to new zealand for her birthday, which is new years eve. we're going for ten days and will probably spend most of our time in auckland. suggestions for things to do gratefully accepted.
no word from polymorph
haven't been to bed before 11:30 innnnnnnnn two weeks? dying, but when i go to bed, i can't sleep. dying.
new toothbrush has ripped up my gums. not cool, bro
jack the dog likes me now. he's an old fart with a bald spot, but he'd kill ya if he didn't like the smell of ya.
the whole Sydney CBD smells like piss, but apparently i'm the only one who can smell it. am now paranoid that it's actually me.
loving the sunshine. my pale, fragile skin does not.
new girl started at work today. she's cute and friendly and seems to be with it, but lets see if she lasts before we get attached. they always leave me *tear*
got invited to the Dymocks Booklovers VIP party to get 20 per cent of all full priced books. Between me, mum and the boss, we spent $200 after discounts. We got two snazzy bags out of it. I love books.
the unit block i live in has officially been sold according to the promo flyer i got in the mail yesterday. still not word on what's happening there, if anything.
i love scones.
went to the Newtown Festival the other week. got "hey don't i know you?" hit on by a chick selling crepes and didn't buy a damn thing. very disappointing day. did see a child staring at a massive pile of horseshit, was almost as amusing as the guy next to me saying to his friend "dude, that kid is just staring at that massive pile of horseshit!"
i'm taking mum to new zealand for her birthday, which is new years eve. we're going for ten days and will probably spend most of our time in auckland. suggestions for things to do gratefully accepted.
no word from polymorph
haven't been to bed before 11:30 innnnnnnnn two weeks? dying, but when i go to bed, i can't sleep. dying.
new toothbrush has ripped up my gums. not cool, bro
jack the dog likes me now. he's an old fart with a bald spot, but he'd kill ya if he didn't like the smell of ya.
the whole Sydney CBD smells like piss, but apparently i'm the only one who can smell it. am now paranoid that it's actually me.
loving the sunshine. my pale, fragile skin does not.
Tuesday, November 23
Monday, November 22
fun and games
my right tongue stud is an annoying little bastard. This morning, after brushing my teeth, it was a bit achey, so have a bit of an investigation. stick out my tongue, push the bars up with my teeth and PLOB out spurts pus. Nothin' makes you feel sexier first thing on a monday then a goober of pus in your mouth...
there was a hair caught in my tastebuds and i've had Indian food two days running, so hopefully it's just irriated and not an abcess, thought i wouldn't be surprised. It's been 8 months and the right stud has never settled down. Left one is sweet as, he's just chilling, right one is a cry baby.
other piercing related news, one of my dermals has rotated 90 degrees. Usually this wouldn't have bothered me, they settle how they settle, but since i got these with a specific purpose, it this means if i put the ring on it, it's going to be sideways.
train about to go into the City tunnel, update again later
there was a hair caught in my tastebuds and i've had Indian food two days running, so hopefully it's just irriated and not an abcess, thought i wouldn't be surprised. It's been 8 months and the right stud has never settled down. Left one is sweet as, he's just chilling, right one is a cry baby.
other piercing related news, one of my dermals has rotated 90 degrees. Usually this wouldn't have bothered me, they settle how they settle, but since i got these with a specific purpose, it this means if i put the ring on it, it's going to be sideways.
train about to go into the City tunnel, update again later
Saturday, November 20
Friday, November 19
Elise has two kitchens worth of utensils, including and not limited to, a one mil measuring spoon, a mini blender, at least 4 pasta mixing spoons and what quite possibly could be a kitty litter scoop, but doesn't own a single bottle opener.
What kind of insanatorium do I live in?
Also, on a related note, after improvising with a wine stopper, this beer tastes like disappointment and wasted effort. Am now consoling myself with a shit-ton of 4 beans and corn salad because for some reason I thought one big can would be more suitable for a single person then several small ones.
What kind of insanatorium do I live in?
Also, on a related note, after improvising with a wine stopper, this beer tastes like disappointment and wasted effort. Am now consoling myself with a shit-ton of 4 beans and corn salad because for some reason I thought one big can would be more suitable for a single person then several small ones.
Saturday, June 5
Sunday, May 30
Dream: Superhero Villain Compound
So I had this dream the other night, on the 16th of May to be precise, and I thought it was pretty awesome, so maybe you will too. I'm copying this straight out of the book I've decided to start keeping by my bed to track my more imaginative dreams so it might be a bit confused as it was 5:30 in the morning when I wrote it. I'll try to fix it up as best I can.
We're a tour group, possibly a high school group, of a superhero villain compound. We're being shown around by a man on a shuttle bus and he's showing us how to challenge superheros so you can kill them.
We drive passed one and he explains how it works as dummies are used for examples. Basically, civilians are brought in a travelling platforms and dropped into the 5 manholes (which are shaped like men's upper torsos) so that only their upper shoulders and head are visible out the top of the manholes and they can't move their arms.
The manholes are in clusters of five, with a main hole/tube in the center of the other four, and the clusters are in sets of two by four in the ground. There is, out the front of each row, a control panel that are the buttons for each manhole/tube.
The man on the shuttle explains that this leaves a certain superhero (can't remember his name) in the position where he has to come and help as he is 100 percent against civilians getting hurt. A lady on the shuttle says "Oh! Of course!"
As we drive around we watch as the dummies in the manholes randomly drop away into the floor, presumably to their demise. No one confirms or denies if the pipes actually kill the people or if it is just the power of suggestion which is enough to make the superhero have to switch places with the civilians.
Next flash - the tour group is in the pipes.
We've been shipped and dropped into the tubes with two/three people left to man each console. The challenge is to the people out the front - do you think it's real? Would you save someone? (There is an idea that at least one pipe will drop regardless of buttons but this is never said outright).
Then people start dropping and noises come - screaming, the sounds of saws, fire pits - from the depths of the pipes. Different noises, all things that could kill you if you were dropped into them. Then the people in the tubes are calling out to the ones at the consoles as to if they think it's real or not, and if they want to be saved.
I'm at the front of my group so I watch the three people at our console while people drop away in my peripheral vision. There's two girls and a boy, with the boy at the control panel. The girls stand off to his right as he looks at the panel and debates. Finally he grips his lips and awkwardly slides his hand in a circular motion around the buttons and out group and the five in the group in front of us start dropping away.
I am so unimpressed but not scared (maybe I didn't believe it was real?). I call out "you fucker" as I can feel my group mates behind me being worked by the machine - moved roughly to the center pipe and sucked down, or pin dropped from their side tubes.
One of the girls (who are both happy he's dropping all of us) leans forward cupping her ear. "What was that?" She heard me, she was just being nasty.
"You.Mother.Fucker."
"All right, just wanting to be accurate."
Then my pipe is lined up with the centre tube, and I'm the last of our ten to drop.
Dropped is the wrong word for what it felt like, It was all black, almost soft tarp and it was sucking but the sides hugged you so you were safe. It was fast and felt like being born. You slide for only a second or two, then were dropped onto an air-bed (like the big ones in movies for stunts). I could hear those sounds, the fire and saw, but they sounded like recordings from here.
The other four people from my cluster were there waiting for me around the airbed, but no one else was. They were huddled together, a mixture of relieved to be alive and to to see me, and also on edge as we were now under the building, alone and with no idea what we were meant to do.
Do we wait here and they come collect us?
Do we go looking for the group?
Was everyone else's tubes fake too, or were we just lucky?
Where our tubes came out was under the building. We could see the bottom of the building, stretching out black in front of us with the sun and a field to the left and walkways to the right, supposedly to lead back into the building. The sun was out and the field was dewy with morning moisture, but the walkway back to the building was dark. All of the building was painted in shades of darkest grey and black. It could have been the middle of the day with all the windows open and it still would have looked dark and villain-like.
We huddled, made sure everyone was okay as I took in our situation. I wanted to run into the field, to find a way home but had the feeling that we'd just been dropped into a game. I didn't know if we had or hadn't, but my suspicions were up. It was like being in Saw - I didn't know if this was our challenge for our superheros not caring enough about us, or if my trust had just been broken, but I wasn't about to risk it in case it was a game.
We went out into the the field, sneaking and half-jogging, staying close to the building structure to survey the situation.
So that was my dream, and it got me thinking about how it could be a movie. I often dream in a movie-like way so I have this idea all the time.
This movie would be about civilians taking their security back for themselves. Civilians that often get mixed up with villains in movies are always kinda dumb - they don't think about what they're doing before they stick their arm in that hole, they don't check the floor before they walk out on the platform, that sort of thing. Well, what about those who would be able to take a look at what's going on, and survive without Superman sweeping in to fly them away? People who really don't have any superpowers other then logical thinking and being able to handle stressful situations, still being able to survive.
There of course would have to be a confrontational scene where the superhero does finally show up and they go "Where were you hours ago when we might have needed you? We can do this on our own". I dunno, I think it could work, but then again, I was the one who dreamed it :)
We're a tour group, possibly a high school group, of a superhero villain compound. We're being shown around by a man on a shuttle bus and he's showing us how to challenge superheros so you can kill them.
We drive passed one and he explains how it works as dummies are used for examples. Basically, civilians are brought in a travelling platforms and dropped into the 5 manholes (which are shaped like men's upper torsos) so that only their upper shoulders and head are visible out the top of the manholes and they can't move their arms.
The manholes are in clusters of five, with a main hole/tube in the center of the other four, and the clusters are in sets of two by four in the ground. There is, out the front of each row, a control panel that are the buttons for each manhole/tube.
The man on the shuttle explains that this leaves a certain superhero (can't remember his name) in the position where he has to come and help as he is 100 percent against civilians getting hurt. A lady on the shuttle says "Oh! Of course!"
As we drive around we watch as the dummies in the manholes randomly drop away into the floor, presumably to their demise. No one confirms or denies if the pipes actually kill the people or if it is just the power of suggestion which is enough to make the superhero have to switch places with the civilians.
Next flash - the tour group is in the pipes.
We've been shipped and dropped into the tubes with two/three people left to man each console. The challenge is to the people out the front - do you think it's real? Would you save someone? (There is an idea that at least one pipe will drop regardless of buttons but this is never said outright).
Then people start dropping and noises come - screaming, the sounds of saws, fire pits - from the depths of the pipes. Different noises, all things that could kill you if you were dropped into them. Then the people in the tubes are calling out to the ones at the consoles as to if they think it's real or not, and if they want to be saved.
I'm at the front of my group so I watch the three people at our console while people drop away in my peripheral vision. There's two girls and a boy, with the boy at the control panel. The girls stand off to his right as he looks at the panel and debates. Finally he grips his lips and awkwardly slides his hand in a circular motion around the buttons and out group and the five in the group in front of us start dropping away.
I am so unimpressed but not scared (maybe I didn't believe it was real?). I call out "you fucker" as I can feel my group mates behind me being worked by the machine - moved roughly to the center pipe and sucked down, or pin dropped from their side tubes.
One of the girls (who are both happy he's dropping all of us) leans forward cupping her ear. "What was that?" She heard me, she was just being nasty.
"You.Mother.Fucker."
"All right, just wanting to be accurate."
Then my pipe is lined up with the centre tube, and I'm the last of our ten to drop.
Dropped is the wrong word for what it felt like, It was all black, almost soft tarp and it was sucking but the sides hugged you so you were safe. It was fast and felt like being born. You slide for only a second or two, then were dropped onto an air-bed (like the big ones in movies for stunts). I could hear those sounds, the fire and saw, but they sounded like recordings from here.
The other four people from my cluster were there waiting for me around the airbed, but no one else was. They were huddled together, a mixture of relieved to be alive and to to see me, and also on edge as we were now under the building, alone and with no idea what we were meant to do.
Do we wait here and they come collect us?
Do we go looking for the group?
Was everyone else's tubes fake too, or were we just lucky?
Where our tubes came out was under the building. We could see the bottom of the building, stretching out black in front of us with the sun and a field to the left and walkways to the right, supposedly to lead back into the building. The sun was out and the field was dewy with morning moisture, but the walkway back to the building was dark. All of the building was painted in shades of darkest grey and black. It could have been the middle of the day with all the windows open and it still would have looked dark and villain-like.
We huddled, made sure everyone was okay as I took in our situation. I wanted to run into the field, to find a way home but had the feeling that we'd just been dropped into a game. I didn't know if we had or hadn't, but my suspicions were up. It was like being in Saw - I didn't know if this was our challenge for our superheros not caring enough about us, or if my trust had just been broken, but I wasn't about to risk it in case it was a game.
We went out into the the field, sneaking and half-jogging, staying close to the building structure to survey the situation.
So that was my dream, and it got me thinking about how it could be a movie. I often dream in a movie-like way so I have this idea all the time.
This movie would be about civilians taking their security back for themselves. Civilians that often get mixed up with villains in movies are always kinda dumb - they don't think about what they're doing before they stick their arm in that hole, they don't check the floor before they walk out on the platform, that sort of thing. Well, what about those who would be able to take a look at what's going on, and survive without Superman sweeping in to fly them away? People who really don't have any superpowers other then logical thinking and being able to handle stressful situations, still being able to survive.
There of course would have to be a confrontational scene where the superhero does finally show up and they go "Where were you hours ago when we might have needed you? We can do this on our own". I dunno, I think it could work, but then again, I was the one who dreamed it :)
Tuesday, May 25
pondersom
a couple of things keep coming up recently:
- that i wish i was able to ride a bike, rather thn just fall off them. not that i have a bike or anything, but it'd be nice to have that basic ability ticked off the bucket list. i haven't ridden a bike since like year 3, i'm still on training wheels status.
- that the book i'm reading right now is going to be finished too soon cos it's too interesting.
- i'm kindofmaybesortof okay looking, possibly pretty if we're generous, but i reaaaally don't photograph well (sucks for you, online people!)
- following on from the above: my dad telling me i the body of a dominatrix. yeah, my dad says weird shit sometimes. i like to think he was trying to be nice.
- dudes in their 30s, what the hell is going on with that.
- i enjoy cooking, even if i'm no good at it
- that i don't like that it's too cold to wonder around without pants on at the moment.
- i'd like someone to write a good "things to do before you die" list to see how many i've already covered
- i talk in a way that makes me sound dumber then i am, on purpose.
- boobs are fun, lulz
- i suck at making presentations
Monday, May 24
Monday, May 17
Woodwork be a-openin'
Last week I was off work sick for an entire week and no one was free to see me. To be fair I wasn't really looking as I couldn't speak anyways, but still, it would have been nice for someone come over to check I was still alive.
Mum was bitching I never come over and visit and I was like "I've been 100% free for 5 days and you didn't even email me at work (we work together). Nan and Pop both sit around all day with nothing to do and neither of them came over to see if I needed anything or to get a doctor or anything, and no one called to make sure I even made it home after I got sent home from work. Let's be fair here, no one's really doing their part, so don't put it all on me."
To which she replied: "I texted messaged you". Yes, she did. Two days after I got sent home, to tell me that telling her that the doc said to go straight to the hospital if it got hard to swallow freaked her out. Cos it didn't freak me out at all, obviously. Didn't concern her enough to drop around to make sure I hadn't in fact suffocated though.
Anyways, back to my original point for writing this:
Last week I was off work sick for an entire week and no one was free to see me. To be fair I wasn't really looking as I couldn't speak anyways, but still, it would have been nice for someone come over to check I was still alive.
I literally open the doors at work this morning at 8:20am and get a mass text from my friend saying she has big news but doesn't want everyone to find out over Facebook so needs to see us asap.
Then at 10am I get a message from an other friend asking when am I free to take her to get her septum pierced.
Sow now I'm seeing them both on Wednesday night.
Bizarre!
Mum was bitching I never come over and visit and I was like "I've been 100% free for 5 days and you didn't even email me at work (we work together). Nan and Pop both sit around all day with nothing to do and neither of them came over to see if I needed anything or to get a doctor or anything, and no one called to make sure I even made it home after I got sent home from work. Let's be fair here, no one's really doing their part, so don't put it all on me."
To which she replied: "I texted messaged you". Yes, she did. Two days after I got sent home, to tell me that telling her that the doc said to go straight to the hospital if it got hard to swallow freaked her out. Cos it didn't freak me out at all, obviously. Didn't concern her enough to drop around to make sure I hadn't in fact suffocated though.
Anyways, back to my original point for writing this:
Last week I was off work sick for an entire week and no one was free to see me. To be fair I wasn't really looking as I couldn't speak anyways, but still, it would have been nice for someone come over to check I was still alive.
I literally open the doors at work this morning at 8:20am and get a mass text from my friend saying she has big news but doesn't want everyone to find out over Facebook so needs to see us asap.
Then at 10am I get a message from an other friend asking when am I free to take her to get her septum pierced.
Sow now I'm seeing them both on Wednesday night.
Bizarre!
Saturday, May 15
Holy satisfied tastebuds, Batman!
I just made one of my lets-see-how-this-goes dinners and it was flippin delicious so I want to write down what I made so I can make it again for my friends:
* Whole packet of honey soy tofu, diced up
* Whole packet of mock-chicken, diced up
* One cup rice (makess at least two serves - remember to use three cups of water, not two like the packet says)
* About three cups frozen veggies (peas and corn, peas and corn!)
* About three teaspoons of honey seeded mustard (you might want to add more, this was just all you had left this time)
*** NO oil required ***
*** REMEMBER to make the rice FIRST you know you're going to pick at the mix in if its just sitting there ***
*** REMEMBER rice takes for-ev-er. ***
Cook up your rice, add in the veggies when it's nearly done.
Fry up the mix of diced up chicken, tofu and mustard til the chicken starts browning and is heated all the way through.
Strain the rice, put it back in saucepan, dump in the fry up and stir through.
Doneskis.
* Whole packet of honey soy tofu, diced up
* Whole packet of mock-chicken, diced up
* One cup rice (makess at least two serves - remember to use three cups of water, not two like the packet says)
* About three cups frozen veggies (peas and corn, peas and corn!)
* About three teaspoons of honey seeded mustard (you might want to add more, this was just all you had left this time)
*** NO oil required ***
*** REMEMBER to make the rice FIRST you know you're going to pick at the mix in if its just sitting there ***
*** REMEMBER rice takes for-ev-er. ***
Cook up your rice, add in the veggies when it's nearly done.
Fry up the mix of diced up chicken, tofu and mustard til the chicken starts browning and is heated all the way through.
Strain the rice, put it back in saucepan, dump in the fry up and stir through.
Doneskis.
Tuesday, May 11
man i hate doctors
so went to the doctor today after hauling my arse into work, just to have the first two people to lay eyes on me say "go home, you look terrible". haha. thanks ladies.
turns out i have laryngitis and since i put it off for so long it's too late to start anti-viral meds. balls. so i just have to suffer on, dose myself up with fluids and panadol and stay off work until monday.
so now i'm bored
well, not bored so much as i can't remain conscious long enough to get stuck into anything and can't focus hard enough while conscious to make sure i'm not making mistakes. i bought myself a couple of books on my way home from the doctor so hopefully they'll keep me entertained.
what i love most is that, before i've even told the doctor what i'm in for, he's asking me what metal my "things" are made of.
are they stainless steel or silver????
um, stergical steel (thank you polymoph website) or titanium i think, some of them i'm not sure.
take them all out and replace them with silver only, the nickel in stainless steel has started showing up in long term studies to be linked with cancer in pierced individuals.
oh fuck me, cancer? really? BREATHING can give you cancer, and I'm sure as hell not going to stop doing that anytime soon. simply HAVING ORGANS means you can get cancer.
Don't get me wrong, cancer is awful and i don't mean to discount the seriousness of the disease as i've had one family member die due to cancer and one have her breast removed and her uterus taken out in the up coming weeks, but if it was something that was discrimminating and i could control by changing my lifestyle, then i probably would. but cancer will hit you if its going to hit you. besides, if i was going to get cancer from piercings, i would have A gotten it by now or B already triggered the cells with my previous piercing antics so whether i have the metal in now or not would kind of be irrelevant (like people who haven't smoked since they were 20 dying of lung cancer when they're 50).
but not only this, but he apparently has a pacient, a 19 year old girl, who has had the top of her ear FALL OFF because of ear piercings and now has a prosthetic ear. now this, i will admit, sounds like an actual reality. he said she has the upper cartledge of her ear done so many times that she got one that pierced a vein and the top of her ear just... fell... off... not cauliflower ear (which i'd been told about when i'd had to have cartledge piercings removed when my ear was sucking the jewellry into my head), but actually just fell off.
this to me more smacks of either a bad piercer who doesn't know what they're doing (which is why I got to polymorph, you'd think after 10 years they'd be kinda routine with this kind of thing, plus they have turned me down before because the placement i wanted wasn't a good idea, rather then just saying dumb bitch and taking my money) or she's piercing them herself and has no real idea of how to place them other then "that would look bitchin' *stick*" which is a whole different barrel of worry.
i'm not against self-piercing, i've done it myself and understand how it's probably a good way to learn, but fuck, at least talk to people/google/look up pictures before you do it so the rest of us don't continue to get stuck with the stigma of being retards who toy with their health like it means nothing.
all this ranting has given me a headache. i need cuddles :(
Monday, April 26
this is a rant about periods
So I’ve spent most of my public holiday today writhing in pain for no other reason then I am a female of childbearing age who is not currently bearing a child and my uterus hates me for it.
Does that seem like a raw deal to anyone else?
You’d think, with all our modern medicine and abilities to put people on the moon and whatnot, that they should have devised some sort of system where, when the girl is 13 she can opt to have her uterus taken out and given back to her at a time when she is:
A - not going to end up on 16 and Pregnant or whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com
B - not going to abuse it by letting any so-and-so stick his bits and batter in it,
C - so we don’t waste hundreds of dollars a year accommodating actions we don’t even want our bodies to take, and
D – so we’re not all raging hellmonkies once a month due to chemical reactions beyond our control
Just think: no BC, no tampons, no pads, no cups, no implants, no condoms (to a degree, obviously if you have a disease you’re condom-bound), until you’re actually ready to start using it for what it’s made for - babycooking. It’d be awesome. It’s probably healthier too, I’ve heard serval times on various programs that girls these days are starting their periods earlier and starting childbearing later so we’re having more cycles then is really necessarily, which is why BC is being made that can stop your periods all together without it being raged and ranted about being unhealthy.
This makes sense as, if you think back to, like, Jane Austen time, you started your period when you were 13, you were married off by the time you were 20 (at the latest, oh the shame to be older!) and were expected to start babybaking straight away, then you’d hit menopause by the time you were what, 40 IF you even made it to that age. Compare this with now days, where it’s not unusual to start your period before you’ve finished primary school, but where we’re now leaving babymaking til we’re 30 as we’re career conscious, so we don’t hit menopause until something like 60-70. That’s a lot of bleeding.
Anyways, I went into this rant and started working out the math of how much I spend a month on my period, but it was getting too complicated so here’s a short version. It’s about $15 per period, but I’m not on birth control pills, nor currently needing to regularly purchase condoms so I’m not a great example. Even still, this ends up being $180 a year, I’ve been getting my period for 10 years now, so that’s $1800 on pads, liners and tampons. Then there was the Implanon ($45) and the short while I was on the Pill ($60 per month and I think I was on it for three months) which brings us to $2025 without taking into account condoms, or the fact that when I was on the Implanon it actually gave me my period everyday instead of stopping it (which is a very effective form of birth control if your boyfriend doesn’t do period sex and it also kills off all sex drive you may have possessed, as in my case).
So there’s all this and I still haven’t decided if I even want to have biological children. I’ve wanted to adopt since I can remember but haven’t 100% decided against having my own babies or wanting to have babies as a surrogate, but once I do I’m totally taking my babymaking bits out and donating them to someone who’s infertile or IVF isn’t working for. Anyone who my healthy bits can help make happy, same way that I’ll donate whatever I have that’s in good enough shape to be used when I’m dead. If I’m not using it, I’m not going to miss it (totally understand that people don’t have the same view and do not judge either way based on that FYI) and if it can make someone else’s life easier, then yay.
Does that seem like a raw deal to anyone else?
You’d think, with all our modern medicine and abilities to put people on the moon and whatnot, that they should have devised some sort of system where, when the girl is 13 she can opt to have her uterus taken out and given back to her at a time when she is:
A - not going to end up on 16 and Pregnant or whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com
B - not going to abuse it by letting any so-and-so stick his bits and batter in it,
C - so we don’t waste hundreds of dollars a year accommodating actions we don’t even want our bodies to take, and
D – so we’re not all raging hellmonkies once a month due to chemical reactions beyond our control
Just think: no BC, no tampons, no pads, no cups, no implants, no condoms (to a degree, obviously if you have a disease you’re condom-bound), until you’re actually ready to start using it for what it’s made for - babycooking. It’d be awesome. It’s probably healthier too, I’ve heard serval times on various programs that girls these days are starting their periods earlier and starting childbearing later so we’re having more cycles then is really necessarily, which is why BC is being made that can stop your periods all together without it being raged and ranted about being unhealthy.
This makes sense as, if you think back to, like, Jane Austen time, you started your period when you were 13, you were married off by the time you were 20 (at the latest, oh the shame to be older!) and were expected to start babybaking straight away, then you’d hit menopause by the time you were what, 40 IF you even made it to that age. Compare this with now days, where it’s not unusual to start your period before you’ve finished primary school, but where we’re now leaving babymaking til we’re 30 as we’re career conscious, so we don’t hit menopause until something like 60-70. That’s a lot of bleeding.
Anyways, I went into this rant and started working out the math of how much I spend a month on my period, but it was getting too complicated so here’s a short version. It’s about $15 per period, but I’m not on birth control pills, nor currently needing to regularly purchase condoms so I’m not a great example. Even still, this ends up being $180 a year, I’ve been getting my period for 10 years now, so that’s $1800 on pads, liners and tampons. Then there was the Implanon ($45) and the short while I was on the Pill ($60 per month and I think I was on it for three months) which brings us to $2025 without taking into account condoms, or the fact that when I was on the Implanon it actually gave me my period everyday instead of stopping it (which is a very effective form of birth control if your boyfriend doesn’t do period sex and it also kills off all sex drive you may have possessed, as in my case).
So there’s all this and I still haven’t decided if I even want to have biological children. I’ve wanted to adopt since I can remember but haven’t 100% decided against having my own babies or wanting to have babies as a surrogate, but once I do I’m totally taking my babymaking bits out and donating them to someone who’s infertile or IVF isn’t working for. Anyone who my healthy bits can help make happy, same way that I’ll donate whatever I have that’s in good enough shape to be used when I’m dead. If I’m not using it, I’m not going to miss it (totally understand that people don’t have the same view and do not judge either way based on that FYI) and if it can make someone else’s life easier, then yay.
Friday, April 16
do you ever have those days where you just want to smack life in the mouth
it's been one of those days today. one thing early in the morning gets royally screwed around with, and it fucks up my schedule for the rest of the day - the one day where i HAD actually gotten my schedule together so everything would be done and on time.
I'd go into massive rant mode, but none of you will know what i'm talking about so here's the lots of blunt sentences version.
Elise's guide to good business: - if you work for a provider of databases and are going to be hosting a demo via webex and conference call:
now don't get me wrong, the system we were discussing is great and the support team are marvellous. but this dude, today... painful. i haven't dealt with him much so i don't know if he's always like this. but if he is... i'm meant to be the system's power user for our company. i may have to power-use a drill to my fucking temple.
I'd go into massive rant mode, but none of you will know what i'm talking about so here's the lots of blunt sentences version.
Elise's guide to good business: - if you work for a provider of databases and are going to be hosting a demo via webex and conference call:
- if this is the third time you'd rebooked this 2.5hr session in a two week period, suck up. these people are started to get sick of you dicking them around
- send through the log in details for the webex to attendees before hand so they can download all the 30million add-ons and test the link works, rather then have the first 15 minutes of the meeting spent with their IT guy running from office to office sorting it out.
- turn up on time. if unable to turn up on time, fucking TELL SOMEONE. don't leave the entire staff of the people you're presenting to just sitting around. for 45 minutes. and then still not have your shit together when you arrive. we're consultants - time is money. that 45 minutes we just spent waiting was 100 billable dollars of my time, and I am the cheapest fee'd person at this table!
- if you're doing the demonstration via concall - have a fucking concall facility set up. don't be surprised that "oh, people need to be called in?" moron.
- after effectively wasting two hours of our time only to say it's not going to work now, rebook again for that afternoon - we're all actually quite busy and you've lost your attention priviledges for today.
- if you do rebook for that day - don't make it the last working our of the day - why did the 2.5hr session suddenly become do-able in an hour, at 4pm on Friday? we have actual client stuff to do before the weekend, not that it matter to you
- if you do happen to book at the above timeslot on a Friday, make it worthourfuckingwhile
- don't waffle on. for an hour and 45 minutes. some of us wanted to go home at some point today.
- have better answers then "that function is not avaliable in the new system". yes we fucking noticed, hense why we're asking if it CAN BE ADDED.
now don't get me wrong, the system we were discussing is great and the support team are marvellous. but this dude, today... painful. i haven't dealt with him much so i don't know if he's always like this. but if he is... i'm meant to be the system's power user for our company. i may have to power-use a drill to my fucking temple.
Monday, April 5
Ren and I ares funnies
Botexty : i don't wish to alarm you, but i have chocolate here that tells me it wants to be inside you
Renata : oh
Renata : oh dear
Renata : thats a little violent
Botexty : i think it means it more sexually then violently
Renata : oh.. oooh..
Botexty : it's not sharpening any blades or weilding flame throwers
Botexty : so i think you're safe in that regard
Renata : well thats reassuring given the area it wants to be in
Botexty : yes, you shall live to see another day
Renata : yay
Renata : well im afraid chocolate is going to have to wait til another day to violat eme too
Renata : violate*
Botexty : oh it won't like that
Renata : we shall have to schedule ren-ellie-chocolate time
Botexty : i think it really wanted to be inside you today
Renata : chocolate has time to do its research
Renata : find out all the moves i like
Botexty : hmm, might be a good idea, i think it was planning to just dazzle you with it's good looks
Botexty : (but just between me and you, it's lacking a little in substence)
Botexty : but you never know, it might be a tasty little number, i wouldn't know, i don't dabble with another woman's chocolate
Renata : haha
Renata : nono its totally unacceptable
Renata : i hear you can get stoned to death for such acts
Botexty : and we know i don't get stoned either!
Botexty : lose-lose
Renata : drats!
Renata : it seems counterproductive anyway
Renata : cause itd just make you REALLY want the chocolate then
Botexty : hmmm i think you're lucky this chocolate is the "but i'm beautiful!" stubborn type, otherwise it mighten hang around
Botexty : with these little games you're playing, accidence happens
Botexty : but its a play it mean, keep it keen type of chocolate
Botexty : the saucy little muppet
Renata : haha
Renata : you have really given this chocolate character
Botexty : this is what living alone does to a girl, all inanimate objects end up with personalities
Botexty : you should hear what the kitchen sink says to me, it's so cruel
Botexty : strangly enough (cos we WEREN'T strange enough just yet) the only thing that immidiately pops to mind as not having a personality is my vibes
Botexty : what the fuck does that say about me
Renata : haha
Renata : its prolly for the best
Renata : cause its one of those things thatd be weird if it did
Botexty : they know far too much
Renata : indeed
Renata : and you dont want a fixed personality for your vibe
Renata : what if youre not looking for that kinda guy at that time
Botexty : well one has a name
Renata : flexibility is key
Botexty : the others don't, but one does
Botexty : haha my least favourite one has a name, haha
Botexty : oh man
Botexty : i need a life
Botexty : with a real life man in it
Botexty : or just a life, lets not push it
Renata : i have a real life man, it doesnt make me any less crazy than you
Renata : i think the crazy is just a set thing
Renata : no getting aroundit
Botexty : i think i'm a little less crazy then you
Renata : haha
Renata : is that so
Botexty : i tried to message you earlier but it didn't send for some reason
Renata : hmn odd
Botexty : i was seeing stingrays in my tongue
Botexty : like when i twisted it with the jewelry
Botexty : and i wanted to show you
Botexty : but it rejected
Renata : silly phone
Renata : stingrays are kinda cute
Renata : in a lethal way
Botexty : stingrays/slates and dugongs are my favourite wet animals :D
Renata : teehee
Renata : dugongs
Renata : they have funny faces
Renata : they look a little genital
Botexty : they're all dopey lookin
Botexty : just wanna cuddle em!!
Renata : theyre all nomnom lettuce
Renata : anyway
Renata : i must do stuffs
Renata : you are far too distracting
Botexty : they go crazy for lettus!
Botexty : so cute
Botexty : and yes i know i am, and resistence is futile
Botexty : so quit your bitching
Botexty : and come hug me
Botexty : i'll even show you my new bras for you to grope me through
Botexty : they're all soft, so the groping will be extra comfy
Renata : haha
Renata : youre so considerate
Renata : wouldnt want to hurt my hands
Botexty : and my boobs are quite jiggly today, i think its the combo of lowcut top and soft cup bra
Botexty : i was like hauling my shopping home, semi-mesmerised by my own cleavage jiggle
Botexty : it's a bit of a bother, i'll walk out into traffic one day
Botexty : the combinatrion of cleavage, jiggle and the sun reflecting off the paleness - i won't stand a chance!
Botexty : my chest is a safety hazard
Botexty : it should come with stickers declaring so
Renata : it sure is, the RTA is starting a warning campaign as we speak
Renata : anyway i really must go
Renata : i need to restart my laptop for one
Renata : cause its shitting its pants
Renata : but then i need to do thingsss
Botexty : :(
Renata : tooderrooo
Botexty : byess
Saturday, April 3
can't cook, still fat
I legit need a boyfriend/housemate/someone I can pay in hugs who can cook.
I make such ghetto meals.
Like right now, I'm making rice.
Just plain brown rice.
Which I've already almost had a catastrophe with as I forgot that I was using my half measure cup to add the water so only put in like half the required amount.
This was after thinking three times "gees, there's not a lot of water in there. I hope it doesn't burn to the bottom of the saucepan."
Man. I am an idiot.
But yeah, making rice.
And you know what I'm going to do to turn that rice into a meal?
A 9pm at night meal?
I'm going to add a sachet of fucking mango chicken paste to it.
Yep.
Rice and sauce.
Just fucking call me Nigella.
HOLD UP!
Totally found a bag of frozen peas and corn in the freezer.
Better believe they're headed into the pot too.
Now it has three colours, totally counts as a complete meal.
NOW call me Nigella.
I totally just scolded my mouth on the first spoonful.
Seriously, who put me in charge of my own survival?
falling down the rabbit hole
Oh man, I slept for sooo long today. I didn't get out of bed until like 5:30 this afternoon, and it's okay cos I have another three days before I have to go back to work. Love it.
I hate that I waste at least one day every weekend sleeping, but I have to do it otherwise I'm like a zombie 24/7. Whatever, not like I really have anything better to be doing right now anyways.
I need to go to Polymorph and get the shorter stems for my tongue bars, I keep getting stuck when I stick my tongue out and can't get the bottom discs back over my teeth and into my mouth. That sounds totally retarded, but it's true, I have to flick them back in, I can't even just wiggle my tongue around. Funny, but annoying.
I also realised this morning that my branding is over six months old now. Most of the scarring is flat now, except where I must have scratched it more when it was initially healing and it's bubbled up. I've worked out that the colder I am, the purpler the scaring goes, otherwise it's a light beige and when I'm toastywarm, it's pretty much invisible. The bubbles are only about a centimeter long, but they're quite pronounced, so the contrast against the other 90% of the design is really noticeable. The bubbles look really ugly when I'm cold and they're like red clot-looking things as they're quite thick and the raisedness makes them look thicker then the rest of the lines in the design. Some of the tail on my left arm has bubbled in a nice way and stain quite streamline with the flat sections, don't ask me why but I always think of it as looking like a train tunnel - sort of a tube-y looking shape.
I really would have liked for the whole design to have raised up, I mean, I don't mind the way that it looks now and the inconsistancy doesn't bother me as much as I would have expected, but I was kind of hoping it would be like embossing haha. Oh well, at least I know for next time to not be shy and aggrivate the crap out of it. If there is a next time. There probably will be.
Work is kind of a trainwreak at the moment. Not so much bad but it's intense. I was working on Monday from 2am til 5pm and I still didn't get everything I needed done, and on Thursday I slipped more time then I was physically in the office and I still have shit to do as soon as I get in on Tuesday. I'll probably do some work from home, I can't stand having things on my mind.
I've been writing/designing eDMs (electronic direct mail, aka bulk emails for those not in the know, usually event invites, links to downloadable papers, or product information) like an hour before they've had to be blasted because the clients don't seem to appreciate the fact that emails need to be tested before we send them to your 1000 contact list so no, having edits to the copy just before we were ready to go doesn't mean we can still send it out at the agreed time.
I've met two new clients in a week (which is always interesting as you can see the flash of "oh holy shit" in their eyes when they meet me. Most of our clients have offices in the North Shore - they're not used to working with someone who looks like me) to present work which is only my work.
On top of all my own work crap, our receptionist is leaving at the end of this week and no one has really applied for the job so we haven't trained anyone, so it may fall back onto me to either cover reception again or to train up the new person. I really don't have the time to do either of those! Fuckity fuck fuck I'm just living in denial, one because I really don't want Abby to leave, it makes me sad every time I think about it, and two because I don't want to think about how shit it's going to be having to go through the torture which is training a receptionist.
I think people underestimate reception, it requires a lot more skill then people think. There's more then just answering phone, setting up refreshments for meetings and looking pretty (while all those things are important - except looking pretty, I got through 4 years of receptioning without that). You got to be perky even when all you want to do is curl up and die, whether from hangover, period cramps, broken hearts or from someone else thinking you're inferior for being the receptionist. You've got to be able to look at all insignificant tasks you've been given as the single most important thing you're going to do today and execute it exactly, even if it's something as simple as cutting something out (the amount of times people praised me for being able to cut in a straight line was dumbfounding, what were the other girls doing??). You've got to love your work or you'll end up sucidal as you get next to no praise for anything. You've got to have a strong sense of self and be confident enough to either ask for help if you don't know what you're doing or to run with it even if what someone's asked you to do doesn't make sense. And you've got to sound good on the phone (apparently this is my personal best - I've been told I should work for sex lines).
A lot of the girls I interviewed to replace me six months ago were absolutely positively hopeless. One girl came in who didn't have access to the internet so had no idea about what either of our companies do (which is a pretty basic no-no for job interviews one would think, why would you apply somewhere without knowing what they did or what they stood for?). Another girl was so nervous she was aggressive towards me (that'll win me over) or wouldn't say anything without a yes or no answer. Others were just straight up dumb. All this said, I am like THE worst person for interviewing and training. Ergh. Seriously, this will be torture.
All this said and done, I am currently up for my two year review so who knows, they might fire me next week and I'll have bigger things to worry about. Nah, they wouldn't. I know too much and it'd take to long to train someone else up on it. I hope. Man, I don't think they'd fire me. Mum and I always joke that'd it be super awkward if they did because Mum's the finance manager so she'd be the first person to know (to work out my dismissal wages etc) and she wouldn't be allowed to tell me.
What else is going on.
Oh I'm ready for a boyfriend again whenever the universe feels like throwing one at me.
Oh oh oh I had the most horrible dream last weekend - the type that you wake up in shock and actually burst out crying periodically for the rest of the day. I blame my overies as my period was over a week late so all my estrogen must have been fucking with my brain as I usually PMS pretty badly but I've never felt this upset before. It was 100% unadulterated meloncolly. Over a dream. I've c&p'd this from MSN where I was telling Ren.
the floods are coming and we're driving around in a van with me as like a 10 year old, three dogs and mum and dad drivng (not my real family, the people I dream of never actually are/look like the people they are) the mountain on the way to woollengong and you know there’s basin view you get of the city and the water when you're going around the mountain. the basin was half flooded and it looked so peaceful. but then we were in traffic and people were just wondering the streets scavenging from each other's houses, this dude in a black trench was like pinching peoples umbrella cos it was raining and his broke in the wind.
then we ended up on what must have been our property and it was like dust and sand, with like scrap metal everywhere and i found (you're gonna laugh) a baby hippocheater - looked like a hippo with like trunk legs and a cute round head and it acted like a puppy. i was automatically in love with it so i'm like "can i keep it, daddy i really want a pet" i'm saying this to mum who is in this steel cage thing, like the old school elevators that were only cages
but it was just there, there was no supporting structure or reason for it, it was just there in the sand and we were all piling into it, maybe there was a trapdoor or something i dunno.
but yeah, i say that and turn to look at dad and all i see is like (i dream like movies) a close up of the end of a rifle and the bullet coming out and the bloodmist splashback from where he's just shot one of our three dogs in the head.
i guess while i was talking to mum and playing with the hippo, dad's chained the 3 dogs and the hippo together and then to a fence and he just starts popping them off. so then all i can do is like scream and i'm yelling "you don't have to do this, animals did fine before humans came along" but he shoots them all anyways. then i'm just letting out one massive scream while he shoots the other two dogs and hippocheater until i run out of breath in my dream and wake up shocked in real life, then burst into tears.
aww *hugs* silly ellie, twas a dream
yeh but he shot all my babies
:(
i wish i could draw so i could show you the hippocheater, it was so cute
it was only like knee height, it had a kind of like a war-helmet shaped head, you know the really domed one with the bill all the way around.
and it had skin like a sting ray and massive eyes right on top. it was kind of cartoon-y. i know where some parts of the dream come from, like hippo was cos i was meant to go to the zoo today and the only thing i wanted to see were the hippos and having a stringray skin is because i was excited for the stingrays at the aquarium last weekend. "daddy i want a pet" is pretty obvious, i've been talking for months trying to work out a pet i can get.
So then we started looking at one of the local council shelter website and now I really want a pet. probably a cat, but like a really old one who's not all OMG PLAY WITH ME ALL THE TIME NO SLEEPING and also an inside cat simply because my flat doesn't have a way for kitty to get themselves in and out so they'd either be locked out from 7am in the morning until as late as 9pm (when I get home from Tafe) or they'd be locked in all day and probably piss everywhere with bordom. I reckon I'd like an old one too, more chilled out and congusive to cuddles. There's a few there that I wouldn't mind but I'd obviously have to seriouslly make up my mind as to whether I think I could care for an animal. I like how Ginger is all mottel and ginger, and how JoJo is basically a lunchbox - check out how cube-y he is! Oh he's got such a nice face thought, but he's only two so will probably want to ruin all my belongings. The one I liked the most isn't on the website anymore. Hope he adopted as opposed to put down, he was about 12 :( I like Mystic cos she's so damn white, but she's too young.
I think that's all from me for now. Its 1am so I should go to bed but I'm not really tired since I got up so late haha. Oh well.
I hate that I waste at least one day every weekend sleeping, but I have to do it otherwise I'm like a zombie 24/7. Whatever, not like I really have anything better to be doing right now anyways.
I need to go to Polymorph and get the shorter stems for my tongue bars, I keep getting stuck when I stick my tongue out and can't get the bottom discs back over my teeth and into my mouth. That sounds totally retarded, but it's true, I have to flick them back in, I can't even just wiggle my tongue around. Funny, but annoying.
I also realised this morning that my branding is over six months old now. Most of the scarring is flat now, except where I must have scratched it more when it was initially healing and it's bubbled up. I've worked out that the colder I am, the purpler the scaring goes, otherwise it's a light beige and when I'm toastywarm, it's pretty much invisible. The bubbles are only about a centimeter long, but they're quite pronounced, so the contrast against the other 90% of the design is really noticeable. The bubbles look really ugly when I'm cold and they're like red clot-looking things as they're quite thick and the raisedness makes them look thicker then the rest of the lines in the design. Some of the tail on my left arm has bubbled in a nice way and stain quite streamline with the flat sections, don't ask me why but I always think of it as looking like a train tunnel - sort of a tube-y looking shape.
I really would have liked for the whole design to have raised up, I mean, I don't mind the way that it looks now and the inconsistancy doesn't bother me as much as I would have expected, but I was kind of hoping it would be like embossing haha. Oh well, at least I know for next time to not be shy and aggrivate the crap out of it. If there is a next time. There probably will be.
Work is kind of a trainwreak at the moment. Not so much bad but it's intense. I was working on Monday from 2am til 5pm and I still didn't get everything I needed done, and on Thursday I slipped more time then I was physically in the office and I still have shit to do as soon as I get in on Tuesday. I'll probably do some work from home, I can't stand having things on my mind.
I've been writing/designing eDMs (electronic direct mail, aka bulk emails for those not in the know, usually event invites, links to downloadable papers, or product information) like an hour before they've had to be blasted because the clients don't seem to appreciate the fact that emails need to be tested before we send them to your 1000 contact list so no, having edits to the copy just before we were ready to go doesn't mean we can still send it out at the agreed time.
I've met two new clients in a week (which is always interesting as you can see the flash of "oh holy shit" in their eyes when they meet me. Most of our clients have offices in the North Shore - they're not used to working with someone who looks like me) to present work which is only my work.
On top of all my own work crap, our receptionist is leaving at the end of this week and no one has really applied for the job so we haven't trained anyone, so it may fall back onto me to either cover reception again or to train up the new person. I really don't have the time to do either of those! Fuckity fuck fuck I'm just living in denial, one because I really don't want Abby to leave, it makes me sad every time I think about it, and two because I don't want to think about how shit it's going to be having to go through the torture which is training a receptionist.
I think people underestimate reception, it requires a lot more skill then people think. There's more then just answering phone, setting up refreshments for meetings and looking pretty (while all those things are important - except looking pretty, I got through 4 years of receptioning without that). You got to be perky even when all you want to do is curl up and die, whether from hangover, period cramps, broken hearts or from someone else thinking you're inferior for being the receptionist. You've got to be able to look at all insignificant tasks you've been given as the single most important thing you're going to do today and execute it exactly, even if it's something as simple as cutting something out (the amount of times people praised me for being able to cut in a straight line was dumbfounding, what were the other girls doing??). You've got to love your work or you'll end up sucidal as you get next to no praise for anything. You've got to have a strong sense of self and be confident enough to either ask for help if you don't know what you're doing or to run with it even if what someone's asked you to do doesn't make sense. And you've got to sound good on the phone (apparently this is my personal best - I've been told I should work for sex lines).
A lot of the girls I interviewed to replace me six months ago were absolutely positively hopeless. One girl came in who didn't have access to the internet so had no idea about what either of our companies do (which is a pretty basic no-no for job interviews one would think, why would you apply somewhere without knowing what they did or what they stood for?). Another girl was so nervous she was aggressive towards me (that'll win me over) or wouldn't say anything without a yes or no answer. Others were just straight up dumb. All this said, I am like THE worst person for interviewing and training. Ergh. Seriously, this will be torture.
All this said and done, I am currently up for my two year review so who knows, they might fire me next week and I'll have bigger things to worry about. Nah, they wouldn't. I know too much and it'd take to long to train someone else up on it. I hope. Man, I don't think they'd fire me. Mum and I always joke that'd it be super awkward if they did because Mum's the finance manager so she'd be the first person to know (to work out my dismissal wages etc) and she wouldn't be allowed to tell me.
What else is going on.
Oh I'm ready for a boyfriend again whenever the universe feels like throwing one at me.
Oh oh oh I had the most horrible dream last weekend - the type that you wake up in shock and actually burst out crying periodically for the rest of the day. I blame my overies as my period was over a week late so all my estrogen must have been fucking with my brain as I usually PMS pretty badly but I've never felt this upset before. It was 100% unadulterated meloncolly. Over a dream. I've c&p'd this from MSN where I was telling Ren.
the floods are coming and we're driving around in a van with me as like a 10 year old, three dogs and mum and dad drivng (not my real family, the people I dream of never actually are/look like the people they are) the mountain on the way to woollengong and you know there’s basin view you get of the city and the water when you're going around the mountain. the basin was half flooded and it looked so peaceful. but then we were in traffic and people were just wondering the streets scavenging from each other's houses, this dude in a black trench was like pinching peoples umbrella cos it was raining and his broke in the wind.
then we ended up on what must have been our property and it was like dust and sand, with like scrap metal everywhere and i found (you're gonna laugh) a baby hippocheater - looked like a hippo with like trunk legs and a cute round head and it acted like a puppy. i was automatically in love with it so i'm like "can i keep it, daddy i really want a pet" i'm saying this to mum who is in this steel cage thing, like the old school elevators that were only cages
but it was just there, there was no supporting structure or reason for it, it was just there in the sand and we were all piling into it, maybe there was a trapdoor or something i dunno.
but yeah, i say that and turn to look at dad and all i see is like (i dream like movies) a close up of the end of a rifle and the bullet coming out and the bloodmist splashback from where he's just shot one of our three dogs in the head.
i guess while i was talking to mum and playing with the hippo, dad's chained the 3 dogs and the hippo together and then to a fence and he just starts popping them off. so then all i can do is like scream and i'm yelling "you don't have to do this, animals did fine before humans came along" but he shoots them all anyways. then i'm just letting out one massive scream while he shoots the other two dogs and hippocheater until i run out of breath in my dream and wake up shocked in real life, then burst into tears.
aww *hugs* silly ellie, twas a dream
yeh but he shot all my babies
:(
i wish i could draw so i could show you the hippocheater, it was so cute
it was only like knee height, it had a kind of like a war-helmet shaped head, you know the really domed one with the bill all the way around.
and it had skin like a sting ray and massive eyes right on top. it was kind of cartoon-y. i know where some parts of the dream come from, like hippo was cos i was meant to go to the zoo today and the only thing i wanted to see were the hippos and having a stringray skin is because i was excited for the stingrays at the aquarium last weekend. "daddy i want a pet" is pretty obvious, i've been talking for months trying to work out a pet i can get.
So then we started looking at one of the local council shelter website and now I really want a pet. probably a cat, but like a really old one who's not all OMG PLAY WITH ME ALL THE TIME NO SLEEPING and also an inside cat simply because my flat doesn't have a way for kitty to get themselves in and out so they'd either be locked out from 7am in the morning until as late as 9pm (when I get home from Tafe) or they'd be locked in all day and probably piss everywhere with bordom. I reckon I'd like an old one too, more chilled out and congusive to cuddles. There's a few there that I wouldn't mind but I'd obviously have to seriouslly make up my mind as to whether I think I could care for an animal. I like how Ginger is all mottel and ginger, and how JoJo is basically a lunchbox - check out how cube-y he is! Oh he's got such a nice face thought, but he's only two so will probably want to ruin all my belongings. The one I liked the most isn't on the website anymore. Hope he adopted as opposed to put down, he was about 12 :( I like Mystic cos she's so damn white, but she's too young.
I think that's all from me for now. Its 1am so I should go to bed but I'm not really tired since I got up so late haha. Oh well.
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