I don't have great gobs of anything to say. Today was dull, or as we used to say as teens, boring as batshit! I guess we're just not in the mood to really be working right now. The busy period for us, where the deadlines were constantly breathing down our necks, just isn't an issue anymore. So, I guess we've slacked off. It's not to say that we haven't been working, because we have, but we're bored with it and it's hard to maintain focus. Blergh.
So, today I surfed the net, talked to friends at work and just generally tried very hard to pass the day quickly. And here I sit. I'm so tired! Last night, it was very hot and it was hard to sleep. I hate that sleep where you are aware of everything and you wake up feeling like you've just gone to sleep. I really miss winter.
In other matters, I calculated today (in my boredom) that it's 46 sleeps until we get the keys to our house! I shall try to maintain a countdown. It's still very surreal for me, and I'm not that excited. I think I've come to the realisation that it's not really that exciting and it's just another place to call home. I think I've always known that, but I wanted the excitement to be there. Not that I am not excited, but it's just that I'm over it already and it really hasn't begun. Ho hum.
Sold another item tonight on Ebay. Oh yeh, I've been selling on Ebay! I've sold a stack load, including Glen's DVD player, my old VCR, a number of videos, a palm pilot and a TV. Yay! We've made about $300, which is nice. It has come in handy, though it's largely for day to day stuff, and nothing of value can be attributed to the money we have.
Anyway, enough of my boring entry. I'm going to bed soon, so I can sleep and sleep!
PS: Let me know what you think of the new format. It's a little unexpected, but the colours have really grown on me.
PPS: Still waiting to hear from one of your about HTML with regards to the banner! Although, Di kindly offered her commiserations!
Monday, 9 January 2006
Sunday, 8 January 2006
Crap, shit, fark!
Argh! I'm starting to lose my cool with both Photoshop and HTML in general! Argh!!
I've found some nice funky colours for the background, but I still can't stretch the banner across the screen - it wants to duplicate two photos, not one stretched image. Fuck it. And i don't like the title bar being white. I want to get rid of it and Photoshop one in there instead.
It's just such a fucken shit.
Sorry for the expletives, but I'm jack of this!!
I've found some nice funky colours for the background, but I still can't stretch the banner across the screen - it wants to duplicate two photos, not one stretched image. Fuck it. And i don't like the title bar being white. I want to get rid of it and Photoshop one in there instead.
It's just such a fucken shit.
Sorry for the expletives, but I'm jack of this!!
Saturday, 7 January 2006
TEST
Sorry for the crap-look of the site. I'm struggling with HTML and I really want a banner, rather than a block of colour, like I used to have.
So, bear with me.
Btw, anyone know how to make the Clio banner stretch across the top, rather than breaking it up into two pictures?
So, bear with me.
Btw, anyone know how to make the Clio banner stretch across the top, rather than breaking it up into two pictures?
Friday, 6 January 2006
The last 30 hours...
Woe is me. The last 30 hours have been a little bit of a rollercoaster. Here in Australia, it is Friday night and I feel like it should be Friday night in two years time! I'm a bit exhausted.
I woke up at about 3am today with a thumper of a migraine, which was scary, because it was a migraine I've never had before. It felt like a bolt had been shoved through the front right of my forehead and was bolted at the back right of my skull. Really yuk. I tried to sleep for a little while longer, but it was no use. I got my wheat pillow and heated it up. Let me tell you, 4 minutes waiting for a wheat pillow to heat are the longest minutes of any person's life. It's arduous and traumatic for me. Anyway, I got up again at 6am or thereabouts and decided I was in serious need of a bucket. I got my trusty 'spew' bucket from the laundry and took it back to bed. Glen followed. I can't vomit in front of anyone, well only if I am drunk and then I don't have a lot of choice. I told him to leave, he didn't hear me the first time, so the second time, my delivery of the news wasn't very nice! Sorry Glen. :) I spewed. I thought, "great! I'll start to improve". I didn't. I spewed again, and again, and again. Glen brought toast and tea in for me and left for work. I spewed again. I tried some toast, I forced a nibble, I spewed. It was pretty glamorous, let me just say!
I woke up at 2pm, head was still thumping, but by then, at some stage in my stupor, I had eaten my toast and revelled in the joys of cold tea. No. Honestly, cold tea is lovely! You should try it, though I advise against trying it with milk.
Anyway, that's been today. And even now, almost 10pm, I feel quite ill. My stomach hurts and my throat feels like I've raked razor blades up and done it! I'm going to bed shortly in the hope that tomorrow is always a better day!
Yesterday! I said the last 30 hours! Yesterday, I had my third interview for this job. This time it was with the dude who leads up the department and who will ultimately be my boss. I walked out of the interview thinking that I didn't stand a chance, that I had fucked it. When my friend came out (she was interviewing me also), I told her I'd ballsed it. She was quite certain I hadn't and assured me all was ok. This is despite the fact that the boss dude gave me that forced smile. You know the forced smile I am talking about, right? It lasts too long, it looks insincere and is very uncomfortable? Apparently this is just him. I like this guy too, so I guess it's just him. So, apparently I'm in with a good chance.
God. I'm scared of getting it. it's a new, challenging job. But at the same time, I soo soo want it. Who knows. THat was something I was thinking about this morning at 3am whilst I was desperately battling my migraine. I was thinking about it and how scary it was. If they hire me, I hope it's because they know I can do it. I want them to be sure I can do it, not because I am an internal candidate, or because I said the right, or the wrong thing! Hrm.
Off to bed shortly. Hopefully my bruised tummy will heal itself.
I woke up at about 3am today with a thumper of a migraine, which was scary, because it was a migraine I've never had before. It felt like a bolt had been shoved through the front right of my forehead and was bolted at the back right of my skull. Really yuk. I tried to sleep for a little while longer, but it was no use. I got my wheat pillow and heated it up. Let me tell you, 4 minutes waiting for a wheat pillow to heat are the longest minutes of any person's life. It's arduous and traumatic for me. Anyway, I got up again at 6am or thereabouts and decided I was in serious need of a bucket. I got my trusty 'spew' bucket from the laundry and took it back to bed. Glen followed. I can't vomit in front of anyone, well only if I am drunk and then I don't have a lot of choice. I told him to leave, he didn't hear me the first time, so the second time, my delivery of the news wasn't very nice! Sorry Glen. :) I spewed. I thought, "great! I'll start to improve". I didn't. I spewed again, and again, and again. Glen brought toast and tea in for me and left for work. I spewed again. I tried some toast, I forced a nibble, I spewed. It was pretty glamorous, let me just say!
I woke up at 2pm, head was still thumping, but by then, at some stage in my stupor, I had eaten my toast and revelled in the joys of cold tea. No. Honestly, cold tea is lovely! You should try it, though I advise against trying it with milk.
Anyway, that's been today. And even now, almost 10pm, I feel quite ill. My stomach hurts and my throat feels like I've raked razor blades up and done it! I'm going to bed shortly in the hope that tomorrow is always a better day!
Yesterday! I said the last 30 hours! Yesterday, I had my third interview for this job. This time it was with the dude who leads up the department and who will ultimately be my boss. I walked out of the interview thinking that I didn't stand a chance, that I had fucked it. When my friend came out (she was interviewing me also), I told her I'd ballsed it. She was quite certain I hadn't and assured me all was ok. This is despite the fact that the boss dude gave me that forced smile. You know the forced smile I am talking about, right? It lasts too long, it looks insincere and is very uncomfortable? Apparently this is just him. I like this guy too, so I guess it's just him. So, apparently I'm in with a good chance.
God. I'm scared of getting it. it's a new, challenging job. But at the same time, I soo soo want it. Who knows. THat was something I was thinking about this morning at 3am whilst I was desperately battling my migraine. I was thinking about it and how scary it was. If they hire me, I hope it's because they know I can do it. I want them to be sure I can do it, not because I am an internal candidate, or because I said the right, or the wrong thing! Hrm.
Off to bed shortly. Hopefully my bruised tummy will heal itself.
Tuesday, 3 January 2006
Ventilation...
I haven't had the best start to 2006. I mean, it hasn't been dreadful or horrific by any means, but it hasn't been ideal. I've somehow got a nice case of food poisoning and to be perfectly honest, it's just coming out too freely. I know, a little TMI. Suffer. This is my blog and it's not like we all haven't been there before!
Anyway, I was sitting here, thinking about the bad day I had and then I realised that I internalise a lot of small, trivial stuff which amounts to a lot of big shit for me. Mostly, it just culminates with one small concern and I flip out. So, I was here on the lounge, wondering why I couldn't tell the people around me, like Glen. Then I realised it is because the stuff I 'sweat' is small and trivial, and why should I bother people with small crap like that?
So, I guess I'm sitting here, wondering why I don't vent in my blog. Whinge about the small stuff and really get it out of my system. Yes, I know it might seem like I whinge a lot, or it might seem like I don't say much at all. But, I guess it's a forewarning for anyone who doesn't want to hear my whinge, from time to time.
What led me here was today's events. It was my first day back at work, this combined with gastro and lack of sleep, due to dehydration, I was a little out of it today. I was knackered before I woke up. Ok. Preface finished.
So, my colleague and I compiled a feedback form today, for a project we'd completed late last year. We wanted to know what people thought of what we did. So, we got a bit high tech and decided to fiddle with form fields and drop down menus. You see, the thing with drop down menus in word is you have to lock the document before the drop down screens work. Anyway, so we sent out the feedback form and someone called and said that there wasn't any place for them to say that our 'service' was fabulous. We had just assumed that people would say they wanted to change it, and that things like communication needed to 'more' or 'less'. There was no facility for it to be 'acceptable' or 'fine as it was'. So, taking his positive feedback on board, I quickly changed the template and resent it. I stupidly forgot to lock the document and these people won't know how to do it themselves, so that they can access the drop down menus.
No, not all the questions in the questionnaire needed a drop down menu - thank god. But there were 4 questions which relied on it. I felt like a bit of a fool and I guess it adds to what some people think out in the network of offices. We didn't have the nicest of experiences with some of the sites when completing our project and there was some friction. Obviously, I'm annoyed and irritated by my stupidity, and short of reposting the questionnaire, I have to leave it as it is, so I can save face. It shits me. I always do this. I plan something, but I fail to pick it from all angles, and thus, someone else ends up picking something up, and I either lose face, or I'm spared the shame.
I don't really know what to do about my stupidity on a day to day basis. I mean, I know I've done this before and it's usually when I'm in a rush to rectify a situation that was inadvertantly created. Don't get me wrong, I don't do it on a regular occurence, but enough for me to know I have done it before and that I could kick myself for it. It's usually when I am not quite with it, or there are many many things occupying my mind.
I could beat myself up for it. I could lose sleep over it, like I would normally do. But I have chosen to blog about it, to try and vent a little. You know, this is the original reason I began blogging all those years ago in 2001. It's almost five years since I began blogging. Wow. But yeh, it was the original premise for starting to blog and in some ways, I've missed that. When I began blogging, I was living alone in a small country town. I was desperately lonely for friends, for anyone. I had a hard job, which required me to work 24/7. I was just a boring sod, but I needed somewhere to vent, so I recorded everything online - even the things that I am almost ashamed to admit today.
So yeh. I guess this could be a new year's resolution for me. It's not something I've ever sworn to do and I have to admit, unlike new year's resolutions, I have a feeling that it won't be hard for me to keep this one. Now, if only I can keep resolutions like 'eat healthy', or 'lose weight', or 'be nicer'!
Now, 53 sleeps until we get the keys to our house...
Another woe. I'm silently panicking about whether we'll be able to maintain the mortgage and still pay the bills. It stresses me at night when I give myself too much time to go to sleep. It's at the point where I take a mersyndol when I go to bed, so that I can sleep - even if I'm lying there thinking about the house stuff, I'll eventually succumb to sleep - I can rely on that. Incidentally, for non-Aussie readers, mersyndol is a common, over the counter migraine/headache drug which has a relaxant in it. I take it when I've got a hum-dinger of a migraine and it's tightening my neck or really banging in my head.
So, yeh I worry. I know I worry. I am panicking about it. And I can't help but think that Glen is naive about the mortgage. It's an irrational thought, because Glen is a smart guy and we both know that we'll be ok, but it will be tough. But when I am panicking, I can't accept his consolations, because I just reason in my head that he doesn't really know, that he's naive and isn't in full receipt of the facts. I'm such a dill, I know.
And even now, I am quiet. Tonight, i have been quiet. I know it. I also know that I don't like talking to anyone, so if the phone rings, I ignore it. If Glen starts talking, I space out and I try not to initiate conversation. I think he understands though and he's patient. He knows eventually that I'll talk. He worries in the meantime. Anyway, I am quiet tonight and I'm not in a great mood. I'm sitting here, silently worrying about things, which many will think are insignificant, but worries that I know will plague me tonight unless I take a mersyndol and drift off to sleep. Before you start ranting at me, I don't take it a lot. I invariably get a migraine more than I have something to stress about - which isn't saying too much.
So this is me. This is the emotional wreck I can be.
Now, excuse me while I make another trip to the bathroom. Grr. :(
Anyway, I was sitting here, thinking about the bad day I had and then I realised that I internalise a lot of small, trivial stuff which amounts to a lot of big shit for me. Mostly, it just culminates with one small concern and I flip out. So, I was here on the lounge, wondering why I couldn't tell the people around me, like Glen. Then I realised it is because the stuff I 'sweat' is small and trivial, and why should I bother people with small crap like that?
So, I guess I'm sitting here, wondering why I don't vent in my blog. Whinge about the small stuff and really get it out of my system. Yes, I know it might seem like I whinge a lot, or it might seem like I don't say much at all. But, I guess it's a forewarning for anyone who doesn't want to hear my whinge, from time to time.
What led me here was today's events. It was my first day back at work, this combined with gastro and lack of sleep, due to dehydration, I was a little out of it today. I was knackered before I woke up. Ok. Preface finished.
So, my colleague and I compiled a feedback form today, for a project we'd completed late last year. We wanted to know what people thought of what we did. So, we got a bit high tech and decided to fiddle with form fields and drop down menus. You see, the thing with drop down menus in word is you have to lock the document before the drop down screens work. Anyway, so we sent out the feedback form and someone called and said that there wasn't any place for them to say that our 'service' was fabulous. We had just assumed that people would say they wanted to change it, and that things like communication needed to 'more' or 'less'. There was no facility for it to be 'acceptable' or 'fine as it was'. So, taking his positive feedback on board, I quickly changed the template and resent it. I stupidly forgot to lock the document and these people won't know how to do it themselves, so that they can access the drop down menus.
No, not all the questions in the questionnaire needed a drop down menu - thank god. But there were 4 questions which relied on it. I felt like a bit of a fool and I guess it adds to what some people think out in the network of offices. We didn't have the nicest of experiences with some of the sites when completing our project and there was some friction. Obviously, I'm annoyed and irritated by my stupidity, and short of reposting the questionnaire, I have to leave it as it is, so I can save face. It shits me. I always do this. I plan something, but I fail to pick it from all angles, and thus, someone else ends up picking something up, and I either lose face, or I'm spared the shame.
I don't really know what to do about my stupidity on a day to day basis. I mean, I know I've done this before and it's usually when I'm in a rush to rectify a situation that was inadvertantly created. Don't get me wrong, I don't do it on a regular occurence, but enough for me to know I have done it before and that I could kick myself for it. It's usually when I am not quite with it, or there are many many things occupying my mind.
I could beat myself up for it. I could lose sleep over it, like I would normally do. But I have chosen to blog about it, to try and vent a little. You know, this is the original reason I began blogging all those years ago in 2001. It's almost five years since I began blogging. Wow. But yeh, it was the original premise for starting to blog and in some ways, I've missed that. When I began blogging, I was living alone in a small country town. I was desperately lonely for friends, for anyone. I had a hard job, which required me to work 24/7. I was just a boring sod, but I needed somewhere to vent, so I recorded everything online - even the things that I am almost ashamed to admit today.
So yeh. I guess this could be a new year's resolution for me. It's not something I've ever sworn to do and I have to admit, unlike new year's resolutions, I have a feeling that it won't be hard for me to keep this one. Now, if only I can keep resolutions like 'eat healthy', or 'lose weight', or 'be nicer'!
Now, 53 sleeps until we get the keys to our house...
Another woe. I'm silently panicking about whether we'll be able to maintain the mortgage and still pay the bills. It stresses me at night when I give myself too much time to go to sleep. It's at the point where I take a mersyndol when I go to bed, so that I can sleep - even if I'm lying there thinking about the house stuff, I'll eventually succumb to sleep - I can rely on that. Incidentally, for non-Aussie readers, mersyndol is a common, over the counter migraine/headache drug which has a relaxant in it. I take it when I've got a hum-dinger of a migraine and it's tightening my neck or really banging in my head.
So, yeh I worry. I know I worry. I am panicking about it. And I can't help but think that Glen is naive about the mortgage. It's an irrational thought, because Glen is a smart guy and we both know that we'll be ok, but it will be tough. But when I am panicking, I can't accept his consolations, because I just reason in my head that he doesn't really know, that he's naive and isn't in full receipt of the facts. I'm such a dill, I know.
And even now, I am quiet. Tonight, i have been quiet. I know it. I also know that I don't like talking to anyone, so if the phone rings, I ignore it. If Glen starts talking, I space out and I try not to initiate conversation. I think he understands though and he's patient. He knows eventually that I'll talk. He worries in the meantime. Anyway, I am quiet tonight and I'm not in a great mood. I'm sitting here, silently worrying about things, which many will think are insignificant, but worries that I know will plague me tonight unless I take a mersyndol and drift off to sleep. Before you start ranting at me, I don't take it a lot. I invariably get a migraine more than I have something to stress about - which isn't saying too much.
So this is me. This is the emotional wreck I can be.
Now, excuse me while I make another trip to the bathroom. Grr. :(
Monday, 2 January 2006
Four Things...
Firstly, a big Happy Birthday to one time best friend, Di who turned 30 today! Wow! Never thought we'd get this far!
Four jobs you’ve had in your life:
Four jobs you’ve had in your life:
- Journalist
- Head Hunter
- Tender Writer
- Tender Administrator
- Grosse Point Blank
- Anne of Green Gables
- High Fidelity
- Love Actually
Four places you have lived:
- Coonabarabran
- Quirindi
- Armidale
- Swan Hill
Four TV shows you love to watch:
(currently)
- Surface - that cute pet sea monster show
- Threshold
- Veronica Mars
- Gilmore Girls (though, slightly ahead...)
(forever)
- X Files
- Battlestar Galactica
- Earth 2 - remember??
- Gaah...
Four places you've been on holiday:
- Sydney
- California/Boston/New York
- Apollo Bay
- Japan
Four websites you visit daily:
- Ebay
- Gmail
- Herald Sun/SMH/The Age
- 30 odd blogs
Four of your favourite foods:
- Chocolate
- Tim Tams
- Chocolate covered Almonds
- Anything chicken
Four places you'd rather be:
- Florence
- Paris
- Grand Canyon
- Great Britain
Sunday, 1 January 2006
Goodbye 2005...Hello 2006...
You know, it had never occured to me to write a retrospective about my 2005 - not until I saw various other people put something in their blogs. I have seen a few different formats; from covering each month of 2005 - which personally, I have no idea whether I could remember each month! I guess I could try. Let's see...
January
We had just come back from two weeks leave over Christmas. I had spent Christmas with my mum and was flush with money, thanks to my new whizz-bang job. However, as soon as I arrived back to work, it became quite busy. I spent a whole week in Canberra, away from Glen and my normal life.
February
Work was still hellish busy. We were starting to work nights and I was getting home at 3am on average, once/twice a month. During this time, we had to move from our townhouse to the current rental house. It was a very positive move for us, because the new agent was happy to have our cats. The old place didn't know they existed and with the threat of renovation and potential uncovering of our pussy-cats, we had to leave. (Ed's note: The townhouse is yet to be renovated! Go figure!)
March
We, well I made a decision to get a labrador! I desperately wanted a dog, so we did some research and discovered a breeder in an inner suburb of Melbourne. We waited, we visited. Glen also celebrated his birthday in March and we sold both of our cars within the space of a week. We were carless, but with motorbikes. Incidentally, I was ramping up at work, working long hours for a week at a time. It was starting to wear me out and my manager and I were not seeing eye to eye.
April
It came and went in a blur. We were still stalking labrador puppies and were close to picking one. The lady was a total ditz and you could tell she was in it purely for the money. Work was getting worse and at points, my manager was flipping out at me for no reason, except that she was unreasonable and disorganised.
May
We picked up Clio from the stupid breeder, vowing never to deal with ehr again. Having said that, we have an adorable black labrador whom we'd never give up. May 13 - a Friday, I tore 2 of my 3 ligaments in my ankle and it would be months (even now) until it would heal. It was also this day that I picked Diana up from the airport. We hadn't seen each other in over 10 years. It was surreal and felt like home. It was like we were never apart. End of that month, we purchased our new car. Towards the end of this month, work was becoming intolerable and I was already setting up interviews to find a way out. My manager went into meltdown and into a screaming fit at me for something which wasn't my fault. Thankfully, she did it in front of my colleague, who finally understood what I was crapping on about. I started to get depressed and sick.
June
Not much happened. New car, new dog, looking for a new job consumed. Working until 5am on a Monday morning after working an entire weekend, putting up with my manager's shit. I stopped putting effort into my job end of this month. I was also in the midst of interviews for a job which offered less stress, less hours and less money. I was desperate to get out, close to calling it quits, but knowing I couldn't. I was lucky to have organised two weeks off during this month and was able to schedule some of these interviews.
July
I told my shit, bitch manager to stick her job - I was diplomatic and nice about it. I gave 2 weeks notice and was out of there end of July. I was thrilled. Life felt like it was getting better. I had another week off in between jobs. Incidentally, I had lasted just 9 months in this ridiculous job. I wasn't proud of myself for making such a bad career move. I should have listed to my instincts.
August
I started my new job and never looked back. August was also the month that Glen and I realised how close we were to not reaching our goal to move out of this house to a house we own. We start searching for a house. It is depressing, but we're serious. We are told to wait until I have secured three months employment in my current employment.
September
Not much happens. Job is becoming busier, but I am enjoying it.
October
Itching to be done with my three month probation. Saving like a mad fool, living off the smell of an oily rag. Work gets busier and I am enjoying it.
November
FINALLY! I get a glowing report for my three month probation. That weekend, we apply for our loan, we get confirmation. We go out house hunting and end of November, I think, we sign a contract on a house which we both love. It's not the taj mahal, but we can see potential in it. We get it for a bit of a bargain, so we're happy.
December
Work starts to quieten down. We are busily organising our home loan stuff, speaking to building inspectors and conveyancers and generally dreaming about our house :) Clio is also desexed, after months and many vets telling us she has to have a season, due to a disfunctional 'girl' bit! *laugh* We see another vet, who is recommended by a friend and he gives us that measure of comfort we've been looking for. Work stuff is interesting. A colleague recommends me for another position within the organisation and I submit my application. My current manager is flabbergasted and I am concerned. I feel like I am letting her down. BUt she supports me and I pursue the position. so far, I've had two interviews and am scheduled for a third in the early new year. In other news, our organisation offers all sorts of wonderful thigns to its employees, including three paid days off at Christmas, a christmas ham, an $80 gift voucher for Myers, movie tickets and an all-expenses paid Christmas lunch. Oh yeh, my friend Margie and her partner, Dennis moved to Stockholm for two years.
If I remember more, I'll add it to the entry, but this is pretty good for my swiss cheese memory.
January
We had just come back from two weeks leave over Christmas. I had spent Christmas with my mum and was flush with money, thanks to my new whizz-bang job. However, as soon as I arrived back to work, it became quite busy. I spent a whole week in Canberra, away from Glen and my normal life.
February
Work was still hellish busy. We were starting to work nights and I was getting home at 3am on average, once/twice a month. During this time, we had to move from our townhouse to the current rental house. It was a very positive move for us, because the new agent was happy to have our cats. The old place didn't know they existed and with the threat of renovation and potential uncovering of our pussy-cats, we had to leave. (Ed's note: The townhouse is yet to be renovated! Go figure!)
March
We, well I made a decision to get a labrador! I desperately wanted a dog, so we did some research and discovered a breeder in an inner suburb of Melbourne. We waited, we visited. Glen also celebrated his birthday in March and we sold both of our cars within the space of a week. We were carless, but with motorbikes. Incidentally, I was ramping up at work, working long hours for a week at a time. It was starting to wear me out and my manager and I were not seeing eye to eye.
April
It came and went in a blur. We were still stalking labrador puppies and were close to picking one. The lady was a total ditz and you could tell she was in it purely for the money. Work was getting worse and at points, my manager was flipping out at me for no reason, except that she was unreasonable and disorganised.
May
We picked up Clio from the stupid breeder, vowing never to deal with ehr again. Having said that, we have an adorable black labrador whom we'd never give up. May 13 - a Friday, I tore 2 of my 3 ligaments in my ankle and it would be months (even now) until it would heal. It was also this day that I picked Diana up from the airport. We hadn't seen each other in over 10 years. It was surreal and felt like home. It was like we were never apart. End of that month, we purchased our new car. Towards the end of this month, work was becoming intolerable and I was already setting up interviews to find a way out. My manager went into meltdown and into a screaming fit at me for something which wasn't my fault. Thankfully, she did it in front of my colleague, who finally understood what I was crapping on about. I started to get depressed and sick.
June
Not much happened. New car, new dog, looking for a new job consumed. Working until 5am on a Monday morning after working an entire weekend, putting up with my manager's shit. I stopped putting effort into my job end of this month. I was also in the midst of interviews for a job which offered less stress, less hours and less money. I was desperate to get out, close to calling it quits, but knowing I couldn't. I was lucky to have organised two weeks off during this month and was able to schedule some of these interviews.
July
I told my shit, bitch manager to stick her job - I was diplomatic and nice about it. I gave 2 weeks notice and was out of there end of July. I was thrilled. Life felt like it was getting better. I had another week off in between jobs. Incidentally, I had lasted just 9 months in this ridiculous job. I wasn't proud of myself for making such a bad career move. I should have listed to my instincts.
August
I started my new job and never looked back. August was also the month that Glen and I realised how close we were to not reaching our goal to move out of this house to a house we own. We start searching for a house. It is depressing, but we're serious. We are told to wait until I have secured three months employment in my current employment.
September
Not much happens. Job is becoming busier, but I am enjoying it.
October
Itching to be done with my three month probation. Saving like a mad fool, living off the smell of an oily rag. Work gets busier and I am enjoying it.
November
FINALLY! I get a glowing report for my three month probation. That weekend, we apply for our loan, we get confirmation. We go out house hunting and end of November, I think, we sign a contract on a house which we both love. It's not the taj mahal, but we can see potential in it. We get it for a bit of a bargain, so we're happy.
December
Work starts to quieten down. We are busily organising our home loan stuff, speaking to building inspectors and conveyancers and generally dreaming about our house :) Clio is also desexed, after months and many vets telling us she has to have a season, due to a disfunctional 'girl' bit! *laugh* We see another vet, who is recommended by a friend and he gives us that measure of comfort we've been looking for. Work stuff is interesting. A colleague recommends me for another position within the organisation and I submit my application. My current manager is flabbergasted and I am concerned. I feel like I am letting her down. BUt she supports me and I pursue the position. so far, I've had two interviews and am scheduled for a third in the early new year. In other news, our organisation offers all sorts of wonderful thigns to its employees, including three paid days off at Christmas, a christmas ham, an $80 gift voucher for Myers, movie tickets and an all-expenses paid Christmas lunch. Oh yeh, my friend Margie and her partner, Dennis moved to Stockholm for two years.
If I remember more, I'll add it to the entry, but this is pretty good for my swiss cheese memory.
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