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.
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