A time for change...

It's Friday. I am free :)

Today was bittersweet. i slept in, I got myself organised for work at a leisurely pace and arrived just after 9am. Had a good long chat with Susan (my colleague, now former), read some emails, had my exit interview (MORE LATER), went to lunch with the few people I actually got to know at that place, came back to work, packed up my gear, had a lovely chat with Mario (a colleague who was in a senior position within the company), chatted to a few people on the floor and packed up and left the building. I was home by 4pm :) It was nice.

Back to the Exit Interview. i met with HR this morning. I know this lady fairly well, she is very approachable and very much the personality you want to see in HR. She asked me a few questions. Stock standard questions, like "Where are you heading to?", "What is the bigger reason for leaving?" etc etc. I answered all these questions truthfully. Then, it came to my turn.

I explained my situation with a bully boss. A woman who doesn't cope well with stress, even though we work in an environment which is naturally going to be stressful. She appears to be quite a nice person, if she would let go of the control she is desperately trying to hold on to. She can't manage her own time, let alone the team of people she has been entrusted to support and manage. She won't listen to people and therefore, has an inability to communicate or articulate her requirements. Then, when her message is not heard, she cracks it and rants and bullies. She is a liability to the company. She plays favourites with me and my colleague, and obviously, I am not the favourite. She offered my colleague two free dinners with her husband (my colleague's husband, not my boss' husband!) and I was offered nothing. She tells my colleague, after a hard week of work to go home for the rest of the day or week, and offers me nothing. The only times I have had days off are those I have enforced myself, the offer has never been extended to me. She's too emotional and appears to feel unstable in her position.

I offered all of this information to the HR person. I offered it in a professional and mature manner, backing it up with examples of how I have experienced these grievances. You know what she said?

That I was the 5th person from this department to make similar complaints and that all that I had said was not a surprise and I wans't telling her anything new. She said that each of the people who filled positions with my manager had complained of similar problems. I was both thankful and mad. HR has known about my manager's antics for years and has not done anything about it. So, I am a little mad and resentful. I mean, i have suffered this woman's shit, become very insecure and unhappy generally, doubted myself and she tells me she knows this is happening? So, I'm pissed. I mean, I have left a job which paid well! I'm talking pretty good moula for someone like me, I have left two great colleagues who made me laugh my guts up every day and a company which offered nice people and a nice addition to my resume.

I am assured by the HR person that this has to stop and that the CEO of the company will be approached for discussion. She seems to think that they might have to strip my manager of some responsibilities. Great. Anyway, I said my peace and I am hopefully moving onto a new job which offers me less stress, more opportunity for autonomy and responibility and respect. They are an ethical organisation and their people seem so friendly.

For now, I am on holidays. I have a week of relaxation and opportunity to catch up with all the stuff I never got around to with that shitty job. I shall be getting my hair done - yes, BoPeep, i am still considering growing out my hair, so I might just get a decent colour in it to make it look good still. I am getting my tax done, so yay for money!! I get to play with Clio and I shall be cashing in my Angus and Robertson gift voucher, given to me today for my departure present, to purchase the newest Dean Koontz book! yay!

Ok. Time to go. I might publish the other post from the other night. I have probably repeated myself here again, so deal with it.

And the beat goes on...

It's Hump Day. Hurrah. It's all coming to an end. The nightmare is fading and I shall wake soon. I love metaphors. If I could roll off a few more, i would, but I lack the inspiration and mental brain power.

Today was pretty ok, as days go. I went to work, I worked, I communed, I ate lunch, I worked some more and I developed another headache. I'm staritng to believe that my job is just bad for my spine and my head. It will be nice to have next week off so I can fix my stupid body before heading back into work. I did manage to walk down to the QV buildings. I was on a mission to Big W to find the latest Dean Koontz, feeling in my bones that he had infact launched another compelling book. Imagine my surprise and disappointment when I couldn't find any new books in his name. It was just too heartbreaking. So, I wandered through the crap. THere was heaps of romance trash there. I mean, I'm all for romance novels and there quite a few legit romance novelists out there, but what I am talking about comes down to two simple and vulgar words - Mills and Boon. I swear, didn't this stuff die out in the 80s?? I'm not saying Big W is renowned for its huge cache of books, but I swear, this particular store was full of trash. I guess I'm going to have to hit borders on the weekend.

Did I mention that I am watching Oz Idol? I swear, they keep dishing out the crap acts and I aint seeing enough of the good ones. Does showcasing the shit really make good TV? I'm not interested, at least. I am still reserving my judgement about mr Kyle-man. I know he's a fairly decent guy, when he isn't trying to be Mr Mean, but I think, right now, he's trying way too hard to be the bastard. I hope he calms himself down.

Anyways, my dinner has been made and I am mega starving! I know I've talked crap again tonight, but sometimes it's just helpful to talk shit in my blog, and sometimes I end up stumbling onto something interesting (to me), which I feel passionate about. It's usually something i've thought about before, but haven't made a mental note to actually blog about. I guess it's a bit like free-writing, or whatever it is they call it.

alright, signing off.

Figment of your imaginations...

No, it wasn't. There was a post on here last night which I have held over, after a good night's sleep and some common sense. I will most likely repost it later, when I have moved on and am no longer deemed unprofessional. Ok, so either way, it's probably unprofessional but my conscience will feel better this way.

Tomorrow is Hump Day, this gladdens my little heart quite a bit. This means, two and a half days left until D Day - Dah Dah Day! *laugh* Time seems to have slowed right down to turtle-speed for me, so forgive me if I seem jittery and impatient.

I was thinking the other day how there are parts of me I miss. No, I haven't lost them as such, I have changed and I miss some of those elements about me. I miss being quiet and shy sometimes. I have become confident and outgoing within myself, though I do suffer from boughts of anxiety and lack of self confidence.

I miss being thin. Yes, this is a revelation, huh! I miss being free, light and nimble. I have become overweight and heavy-footed. I would like to exercise, but injured my ankle about two months ago and it has never recovered. I would like to play tennis again, but I cannot. I miss lying on my back in bed at night with my hands on my stomach, and feeling a flat surface. My stomach is fat. There is a bulge. I miss the feeling of ribs! I miss feeling my hips.

I miss my long hair. As a legacy of being fat, I cannot have long hair as my face looks chubbier and I look flat. So, I have short hair. I miss the variety of long hair - you can wear it up, down, curl it or whatever. Short hair is very boring and harder to maintain than long hair.

I miss that I was happy for most of the time, that life's woes and concerns didnt phase me too much. Now, I worry about everything, I get bent out of shape about Glen leaving the heater on, or not cleaning the toilet, or being late for an informal meeting. I wish I was more carefree and relaxed. I stress about everything, I worry about money and the future.

I could spend my life missing everything that I dont have, but used to. I dont, but just lately I have lamented these losses and others. Now, I must go decide what to do about dinner, again.

Two weeks notice...

Today was one of those days you wish you could put to paper and sell as a comedy film script. I swear, you would have laughed at my dumb luck. I can see myself being played by some nervy woman actress.

You see, this is how my giving notice unfolded. It started last night when reality hit, "Oh crap! I have to give notice! How do I do that? How will she react?!" Then, I tried calm blue oceans relaxation. I think only Dave, Pippa and Ruth know about Calm Blue Oceans and I suspect only Ruth reads my diary. So, laugh Ruth.

Anyway, the CBO didn't work, so I just slept. Today, I woke up, got myself ready for work in a bungled attempt. In the process, forgot my mobile and my work stockings, so had to wear my scooter boots. That was attractive. Got my phone call from my new employer, who asked me to wait by the fax to receive my letter of offer. I promptly went out to the fax, thinking i could save it from anyone who was nearby. However, there is always a however. My boss, who I view as someone never sending faxes, wanted to send a fax. Low and behold, my fax starts coming through. I snatched it up and tried to hide the huge big logo that came out with my new employer's name on it and the big letter of offer sign plastered across it! I am still not sure, even now, as to whether she actually saw it.

So, I got my letter of offer, but was kicking myself the entire time, thinking "You freakin' moron Sam!" All the while, going back to thoughts of yesterday when I had to leave early and walked towards the lift area, only to see her standing out there waiting for the lift. So, I walked past, pretending to be going somewhere else. I got to the somewhere else and thought I had wasted enough time to actually avoid her. I walk towards the lift and there she is! But, this time I think she sees me! So, I panic and walk past again! I go to the toilet, I pee and I come out and the lift lobby is empty. But I am kicking myself because I'm a moron, you see and I probably look like one too!

Ok, I digressed. I gave myself about an hour to calm myself this morning after the letter of offer arrived, so I could think it over and compose my resignation speech. I get up from my desk, walk towards her door and she's on the phone. I get up about ten times after this and she is still bantering on. Problem is, she seems agitated! Great for me! Perfect! Bravo! I'm about to make her day. Meanwhile, my colleagues who know what I am about to do, are snickering about my misfortunes and making funnies like, "Sam! I'm glad it's not me!". Thanks! Finally, after about 45 minutes of my standing up/sitting down exercises, I finally hear her off the phone. I ask for her time and she tells me she keeps getting bad news and she hasn't had a chance to do any real work, so she is stressed. I launched, "I am about to make your day worse," and I tell her. Funnily enough, it's a reasonable conversation. I ask about being let go sooner than the four weeks. She asks me to stay until the end of the current tender - that's next Tuesday. I offer up the Friday.

So, after panicking about being let go sooner than the four weeks, I get to leave in slightly less than two weeks. Fabbo! My final day is Friday, 29 July. Hurrah :) I get a week off in between and then I launch into my new job. Incidentally, I have already received two emails from my new colleague and my boss, welcoming me to the company. It feels good. I hope it is good.

I can't believe I am free. :)

Anyway, moving on. Say a little prayer for a friend of mine who is going through a rough patch with her partner. They've been together for ages and from the sounds of it, it's not going to continue. If they can't sort it out, then she's going to leave and I probably wont see her for ages. I don't know what to say. It kills me to see a friend in trouble and that I can't do anything to change it, or make sense to either of them. So, keep some warm fuzzies for my friend. She's a nice person. Actually, her partner is nice - well, I remember him being nice, I don't know him at all now. No one deserves to go through a break-up. It makes me cherish what I have with Glen. I have to work harder to make sure he and I live out our lives together.

Money can't buy me happiness...

Seven-eight months ago, I was frustrated in my job. I loved my boss and a lot of the people I shared office space with, but was frustrated by the lack of support and respect shown to our team, and was sick of hearing the moaning and groanings of my new colleague. Within the space of about a month, I had a new job. I think I have regretted that decision ever since. Not so much regret, but suddenly really re-evaluated my life and the reasons behind wanting to leave. I probably could have ridden it out for a lot longer than I did. In retrospect, my moaning groaning new colleague is now pregnant and leaving in December. If only I knew, if only I pegged her for a mother-type - trust me, no one could have picked that!

Anyways, I jumped ship. It was a fast move for me. Within a week of the first interview, I was offered the job. The speed of this process is largely to blame for my bad decision. I think that if I had more time to process it, I might have had doubts. I didn't get the time and I jumped ship. That was November. It's July now and I've had enough. Sure, I earn shitloads, more than Glen. But, I am not happy, I dislike my boss and I hate the hours. It's funny, Glen and I were marvelling on how, when I was at my previous job, how we had more time to go to the movies than we seem to do now and we have more money now.

Alright, cutting to the chase? I attended my second interview tonight, hoping beyond hope that I might get offered a job, hoping I had dazzled them and come across as someone who had integrity, was smart and mature and would be respected for it and not be taken advantage of. I had hoped that it was all formality, that they would talk remuneration with me, discuss when I could leave my current role and welcome me to the company. I had hoped they would tell me how marvellous my references were and how their gut instincts about me from the first interview were completely backed up by my references. This is what I had hoped. You know what they say about hoping for the things you want?

Don't listen to them. Honestly, they don't have a friggin clue what they are on about when they tell you that hoping doesn't get you anywhere.

I GOT THE JOB! They offered me the job!!! :)

I'm going to earn less than I do currently. About $15K less. But, about $10 more than what I was earning in my previous job, so who cares, right? I think I'll be happy. It's a job which is a little easier than my current position, but it allows me the time I need to recuperate, relax and maybe study.

Now, I have to give notice tomorrow. I hate this part. I dont want the confrontation or drama. I really hope she lets me go sooner than the four weeks, cause that sucks big ones.

Whirlwind...

My weekend has been a bloody whirlwind of drama, dilemma and noxiousness - is that a freakin' word? My weekend has been a bit all over the place. I think the stress of work is getting to me, because I woke up with a friggin' migraine which ruined my plans for Saturday morning! I surfaced Saturday afternoon and began my weekend. Yayness.

I worked for five hours on work shit. That was joyous. We all know how much I love working on my weekends. Thrilled to bits. Even more thrilled to hear that I'm probably going to Sydney next weekend, but the real kicker is that I havent been told I am expected to go! The joys of a boss who doesnt communicate. You know, i promised myself a long time ago not to whinge or even speak about work and here I am. fuck. I need to be slapped!

Anyways! Tomorrow is the day! Second interview for me, fingers crossed. happy thoughts people, happy thoughts! I'll try to check in tomorrow evening to let you know. there might not be anything to really say, but you never know.

You know the amusing part, a friend of mine got me to format her resume for her the other day. She applied for a job she had seen. The next morning, I saw another job I thought she would be perfect for. I sent her resume in. She got a call that day and tomorrow, she has an interview too! It would be wicked if she got the job. Even better if I got mine. Lucky Monday.

Anyways, it's time for sleeps. If I can stop myself from imagining that there's someone in my backyard. You see, I am sure I heard a sound out there and now I'm too bloody scared to take the dog out there for number ones. I think I would rather her wee inside tonight. Is that so bad? I'm home alone and I'm a fraidy cat. pathetic.

Round Two...

I arrived at work today, wondering when I would hear about the jobs I had applied for and had interviews for already. Funnily enough, I got a phone call from one of the guys I interviewed with last week. It's the job that I kinda wanted more. It'll ensure that I can work closer to home and I can study next year. It's less money than the other - not by much, but at least we'll be able to live and be comfortable still. So, I've got a second interview on Monday afternoon. Unfortunately, I've had to make up a bit of an elaborate story to get out of work early. Thankfully, I have a partner in crime who has helped me formulate the right story to get out of work, an hour early. Yes, a mere hour early, but for me, that's very difficult right now. It sucks. I will be so glad to get the hell out of dodge.

Anyways, I am tired and I have nothing interesting to say!!

Mine eyeball...

A pretty quick update. It would appear my previous post generated a fair bit of comment, for which I am very pleased about! I have to say, I had a great weekend rediscovering my love of hiring movies and watching them back to back. I havent rented movies in ages.

The interview processes I am going through are still occuring. I am pleased to say I have two interesting prospects, which I am holding hope on. Though, I have to say neither inspire me hugely. However, the bigger picture is for me to have the time to study Psychology. So, I need to focus on that. Not that I shy away from long term goals - I have always lived life by the long term. But I think I keep forgetting that this is my objective. I'm just so bloody keen to get the hell out of dodge, if you know what I mean!

Di visited me in May. We had a great time, though we haven't really spoken about it since, it was awesome. I now feel very compelled to see how the other half lives, so I am planning, or rather hoping that I can make a trip up to Brisbane in September. I've planned it for then to give me time to scoop a cheap ticket and to avoid the summer season. I hate summer. Anyway, I hope to meet up with some fellow bloggers and meet the infamous OzBhoy and the haminals which reside with Di and Troy. I'll keep you posted.

Lastly, we havent slept well recently and last night topped it for me. I had trouble getting Clio to sleep last night, but I think we both finally settled at about 10.30pm - I was knackered before that, so I was thrilled to finally sleep. However, I was greatly put out to be woken abruptly at 2.30am, so I opened my eyes and SLURP! Clio licked me with great gusto! Now, not only was she immensely happy to see me awake, but she was so precise in her slurping, that she licked mine eyeball! Suffice to say, she was promptly put outside, though was disappointed when I didnt follow her out the door.

Tonight, I shall sleep the sleep of the dead and contented. If the dog wakes me, she gets it - right up the wahzoo!

Now, I am waiting for my lovely partner in crime to return from his mission to the eternal fountain of chicken goodness - KFC!

Night night :)

Million D$llar Baby

I think it's almost safe to assume that anything Clint Eastwood directs is a certainty to become a hit. My personal favourite has been Midnight In the Garden of Good and Evil - maybe largely because it starred two of my favourite actors - John Cusack and Kevin Spacey. But you have to admit, Eastwood really has a thing for directing.

I saw Million Dollar Baby last night, just so awesome. It was a real movie. Ok, so the movie's been out for ages and I've jsut finally got around to viewing it. Sue me! I've been busy. I just couldn't believe how good it was. Totally unexpected.

Anyways, if you thought i was slow, you will probably shake your head in dismay - I expect the first to do this will be Di, but I just finished viewing 28 Days Later. Awesome. I was on tender hooks for most of the way through. It kinda reminded me of Stephen King's The Stand. The end of the world kind of stuff really appeals to me, I'm such an uplifting, fun person, aren't I? *laugh* Anyways, I hear they are planning to make 28 Weeks Later in 2007. Did you know Di?? I wonder how good it's going to be.

We also rented The Secretary. I have never seen it, so hopefully it will make three in a row.

Anyways, in other matters. I'm really relieved to hear most of the people I know in London and those who are known by people i know, are all ok. It's pretty surreal to hear this kind of thing. I still remember not being able to sleep, and getting up to watch some TV with Glen on the night of September 11. We were watching the news and suddenly, there was the second plane. I guess we become desensitised to it, but you never stop getting shocked by it. It sort of feels like it's our time to live in fear and I hate that. I really resent it.

After the London train bombing, the next morning, it shit me to know that the Melbourne train companies were putting on more security to our trains, as were Sydney and Perth. For all I know, the other states were doing the same things. It shit me because Glen had to catch a train and for a split moment, I worried about him. It's not like I dont already worry about not seeing him, some bastard group has to make our lives, which are already vulnerable, even more so. Who really wants that? That just pisses me off that some little twerp over in Iraq, or wherever the fuck they are hiding, can instill that much fear into people like me, who've not doing anything to hurt them. Not all of us voted in the punks who rule the governments. And because of our democracy, we can't get rid of them for years and even then, we're silly enough to re-elect them. We marched against the war, war marched for those poor people who died in New York and Pennsylvania. When Spain fell victim, we rallied again. Bali happened, it cut us to the core and we protested. Our government didnt listen. What else can we do?

Alright, I'm going to try and let go of this. But I think these morons forget that when we're faced with a big brick wall in our way, we always find a way around it. This is no different.

Now, I must pick up my carcass and head off to beddybyes! :)

Repeats

You know, I was thinking to myself this morning that I must put another entry into my blog and I started composing it in my head and you know what, I started it with, "Sorry I have been silent!". and then I thought, I always start a diary entry with I am sorry if I havent updated in ages. The point is, I am a person who is prone to apologising for the slightest things, sometimes even when it's not my fault.

I'm just cursed. Glen and I would constantly say sorry during the beginning of our relationship. I think it drove both of us mad, until we made a rule not to say sorry. Kinda silly really. But it worked. These days, I tend not to say sorry when I am at work. I'm tougher because I made myself tougher. I guess I struggle to maintain respect in a male-dominated work environment. Anyways, the sorry thing. I'm wondering if anyone else has been cursed with chronic apology syndrome? My theory is, you say it once when it's not necessary and WHAM! You are stuck saying it unnecessarily. It's like reflex.

Ok, in other news. Got two more interviews. Tomorrow with a camera company and Monday with a car parking facility. We'll see how it goes. I'm curious about them, which is why I am 'going along for the ride' so to speak.

Not much else happening in my life. Being back at work kinda sucks, but I guess you can imagine that, if you've ever hated going to work. Anyways, my dinners are ready, so I must deprat!

Separation...

I think I'm going to get deep here. I'm not sure whether it's wise, but I want to write about it. In any case, you have been warned. I'm not looking for comments telling me how to help myself, I think it's one of those things.

This might not be such a revelation to anyone, but I have fear of separation issues. I have always been afraid that the people around me, who I care about, will die, leave me or somehow, we'll be permanently separated. I have this fear a lot. It's never left me, not as time as gone by, nothing.

Where did it come from? I look back and think it's not very difficult to work out. My mother left my father before i was even born. Though it was not a separation issue per se, it is a separation that was completely out of my control.

Then, I was born into a world of where I inherited a sister who was already dying. My sister, Mandy was adopted. She was adopted by my mother in the knowledge that she would die young. Mandy had Cystic Fibrosis. She was, I think about 10 months old? I'm really not sure. Mum was told that she could never have children and with that in mind, she and my father went about adopting. Little did they know that I would be that blockage in the fallopian tube. I wasn't meant to be. They knew Mandy was sick, Mum fell in love though.

Mandy died when she was 10 and I was 6. I found her, I didn't remember for years after. It was one of those things that no one wants to remember. She left me. She was someone I desperately wanted to know, but couldnt.

Throughout my life, I suffered from anxiety that my mother would die. It became something to laugh about when I was 5 and my mother was having a birthday. I asked her how old she would turn. She said 35 and I burst into tears and cried, "You're going to die soon!". I think she might have laughed, not realising how serious I was.

I think that's why I became so good at being alone, couldn't feel a sense of imminent loss when you werent close to many. Or maybe I wanted to devote all my time to the ones I already had, keeping them close.

Maybe that's why I am so detached sometimes. Why I try to isolate my feelings and bottle it up, ignoring it. I tried so hard as a kid and teenager not to cry and I succeeded. I remember one night, mum shook me, trying to make me cry because someone close to me had died and I had cut it off, so I wouldnt feel. That was frustrating to her, but it was my way of killing the hurt.

Then I met GLen. He became a friend, a good friend, a close friend. The barriers came down and now, I have separation anxiety and I worry about how many more years we have together. I mean, he is 8 years older than me. Men, statistically die at a younger age than women, so he's already doomed, right?

I'm a nutcase, right?

So, getting to the reason why I am here tonight. When every Sunday night comes, I get separation anxiety whenever he leaves to go to his friends' place for his weekly get togehter. I hate being alone now that there's someone out there who I care about. I don't think he even realises why I go quiet and look like I am sulking! *laugh*

So, yeh I am a nutcase who has an irrational fear of being left, paranoia due to being surrounded by people leaving. Maybe I should study psychology afterall, then I could diagnose myself and save any head shrinking bills or further whacky entries like this.

Update time..

Yeh, sorry for the silence. I haven't really felt up to saying anything and you know that when I am quiet, life isn't always cheeriness and roses. It's not desperate though, no one has died, but life could be a little bit better, you know that feeling? Anyways, I'm going to update via bullets, as I can do that quickly and I don't have to really describe anything, I can just overview it.

• As you can imagine, I didn't get the job. I am a bit bummed about that, but as the time passed, I basically steeled myself for it when the phone call came. I have since discovered three other jobs which are very similar, if not exactly the same. I'm in the process of applying. Fingers crossed.
• I started back at work on Wednesday. Waking up that morning was so crappy. I couldn't wait to get home.
• Clio got her infection back, or maybe I should say she never really lost it. I won't go into gory details, but she has a genetic condition which basically means she will have a permanent infection in her nether regions until, a) she has her first season and things right themselves, or b) she has cosmetic surgery, if a) doesn't work. Blergh. Anyways, she went into the vets on Friday to have anaesthetic so the vet could poke around inside properly to make sure there were no foreign objects - there werent. So, he cleaned her up good and proper and sent her home with a $200 bill for his trouble. It's a good thing we love her so much.
• I just discovered that when Glen and I do our taxes, I can finally get rid of my HECS debt, which means, get this, an extra $500 in the bank account each month. I've already spent the money!
• We mowed the lawn today. You'd think it needed it - it probably didnt, but it was worth it to see how Clio reacted - it was loud and noisy, but worthy of barking! :) I feel she is adaptable and will be fine with it when older.
• The last few nights, Glen has picked me up from the train station. That is a bonus in itself. The bigger bonus was to step onto the platform and see Clio wagging her tail and greeting everyone with great anticipation! I feel she enjoys meeting people and seeing new things. We took her down to the hockey and soccer fields today and again, she made friends. It's amazing how people immediately open up and talk when a puppy or child is around. Otherwise, they would never give us the time of day.
• Glen and I saw War of the Worlds tonight. I have read in most places, how great it is. Other places have said it was crap, so I was a bit hesitant to see it. However, I think I enjoyed it, but I also tend to think that you should not mess with perfection. And nothing can top Orson Wells and the original movie / sound recording, which I personally grew up with. It scared me. Having said that, I think Tom Cruise did a remotely good job - but he always plays the same character - the inept father with is emotionally detached and inept. Oh yeh, I already said inept! Anyways, I liked it. Didnt love it, but enjoyed it.
• Oh yeh, I suppose this item should have appeared further up the bullets to the front. But anyways, Glen has 'christened' our CRV. His kissed the brick fence with the side of it, so it's going into the insurers on MOnday to be assessed and repaired. I think it was an accident waiting to happen, largely because Glen is so focussed on getting out of the driveway without going over the gutter - our driveway is very odd, so you kind of have to wiggle the car out to get it out the driveway and then through the gutters. It doesnt matter anyways. I mean, that's why you have comprehensive insurance, right? Not that I've ever had to claim it, but you know?
  
• Lastly, something that struck me as kind of off. I was sitting in the chiropractors waiting to become adjusted and was reading this affirmations book by Louise Hays, I think her name was. I've seen her books before, they're all about loving yourself and being kind to yourself, yadda yadda. Anyways, I'm not criticising her work, she's obviously popular, but it doesnt work for me. Anyways, this book went through the motions of positive affirmations when loving every part of yourself. So, it started on the first page about Loving your Face. It progressed to Loving your Chin, Ears, Nose, Eyes etc. It traversed the body and it occurred to me, in my evilness, whether it loved EVERY single part of your body. I skipped some pages until I came to the pages, Loving your bottom, Loving your Anus! Hrm. You can also love your Genitalia. As I recall, you had to love your rectum too. I'm sorry, but my anus and rectum serve a purpose, I don't have to love them, I just have to accept them. They serve a purpose for me and I deal with that, but I dont have to pay anymore attention to them, than to clean them in the shower every morning and wipe them clean after pooping. Who has ever heard of such crap?!! Am I going to get heaps of comments now about how heathenistic I am?

• I'm surrounded by babies being popped out and I'm still wondering whether I am missing something? People are either becoming pregnant - both intentionally and unintentionally, or giving birth - I would expect, this was both intentional and welcome! Hrm. Babies.

• Lastly, Glen and I need a new cordless phone. Ours is dying, it sometimes wont answer and makes sharp sounds in your ear when you try. So, today we viewed multiple phones and I have to say, "When did phone designers get so stupid?". I mean, they are all getting smaller, they all look foreign and they remind me of mobiles. And you know what? they dont seem to be getting cheaper, even though there's less of them