Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
oh really? (more whinging sorry - recommend skipping)
So I am continuing to get into trouble from my boss for something that it turns out I actually didn't do wrong in the first place?
I am so not staying here for this.
Apparently I only have to give one weeks notice because I am still on the six months probation.
Mind you, I want to tidy up first.
Get all my filing done and my desk cleaned up first for the next person.
I don't like to leave things a mess.
If I am very frugle for the next fortnight I might even be able to make it through if Centrelink decide I need to wait the eight week period before being eligible for Newstart Allowance again because I resigned from a job. It would be nice to get something else before then, but I can't count on that because it is a small town and there is a bit of a dry spell between jobs here generally.
I know it is sensible to just look for other work before leaving, and I am, but have never had the emotional constitution to continue in unhappy stressful situations. I just cry. Which is embarrassing. Also stress is bad for my arthritis and I don't want another flare-up. It's better to have no money and be hungry than to be in severe pain and unable to dress myself properly, ey? :) Proper flare-ups seem to last for eight months to a year. At least the two I've had so far in the last seventeen years did.
I am so not staying here for this.
Apparently I only have to give one weeks notice because I am still on the six months probation.
Mind you, I want to tidy up first.
Get all my filing done and my desk cleaned up first for the next person.
I don't like to leave things a mess.
If I am very frugle for the next fortnight I might even be able to make it through if Centrelink decide I need to wait the eight week period before being eligible for Newstart Allowance again because I resigned from a job. It would be nice to get something else before then, but I can't count on that because it is a small town and there is a bit of a dry spell between jobs here generally.
I know it is sensible to just look for other work before leaving, and I am, but have never had the emotional constitution to continue in unhappy stressful situations. I just cry. Which is embarrassing. Also stress is bad for my arthritis and I don't want another flare-up. It's better to have no money and be hungry than to be in severe pain and unable to dress myself properly, ey? :) Proper flare-ups seem to last for eight months to a year. At least the two I've had so far in the last seventeen years did.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Hum ... (sorry I am having a whinge)
My first thirteen hour day at work and my right hand is like a claw.
I imagine you have a list of 3000 or so items. Imagine the database only brings up one item at a time. Imagine that you have to mouse click onto a calander and then tick a box to say yes I really did want that date and then press save and than yes I really do want to save and then click to go to next record and then click yes I do actually want to the information to be saved before I move on and infact that is why I clicked save already and then imagine you have to click yes I really meant it when I said I wanted to save it yet again, before it will let you go to the next record BUT ONLY if you have first clicked on another tab that take you to a totally irrelevant field that you have to choose as not applicable first.
Imagine doing that for three and a half hours.
Now usually I kind of find this soothing because it amuses me that anybody has to do this at all, but today I am feeling decidedly fed up.
I am in fact feeling decidedly under appreciated and have decided I will start applying for a new job tomorrow.
I imagine you have a list of 3000 or so items. Imagine the database only brings up one item at a time. Imagine that you have to mouse click onto a calander and then tick a box to say yes I really did want that date and then press save and than yes I really do want to save and then click to go to next record and then click yes I do actually want to the information to be saved before I move on and infact that is why I clicked save already and then imagine you have to click yes I really meant it when I said I wanted to save it yet again, before it will let you go to the next record BUT ONLY if you have first clicked on another tab that take you to a totally irrelevant field that you have to choose as not applicable first.
Imagine doing that for three and a half hours.
Now usually I kind of find this soothing because it amuses me that anybody has to do this at all, but today I am feeling decidedly fed up.
I am in fact feeling decidedly under appreciated and have decided I will start applying for a new job tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Filler
Babysitting night and there is a computer free!
I'm obviously using up my lotto luck here, so must take advantage of it (bummer though cause I think it's 20 million this Saturday - I am not sure an hour or so free computer access wins out against 20 million in my list of preferences).
Not that I've anything to blog about either. I am just working and sleeping with no fascination dogging my mind and livening up my life. I'm not non-interventionally cyber stalking any musicians. No book series dragging my attention away from work and duty. No pretty boys to sigh wistfully over. Hell I don't even have an androgynous french waiter anymore, gosh darn it (though there is that guy at the thai takeaway that does the most graceful little bow when he hands the green chicken curry over - makes me go a bit quivery - but I hardly ever have thai cause my arse is growing gargantuan and soon will have small moons orbiting it).
I can't blog about work, cause that would be improper. Nor would it be interesting for anybody else. I haven't had any racy fantasies at all. Not for months. My libido is on extended holidays. I think it's traveling around the world and gotten held up somewhere. Maybe its in Ibiza? Maybe it's with James Blunt. The hussy.
Read the latest Jasper Fforde which is excellent as always. I have mostly just been rereading books. I have an excellent book. I've read a few pages and it is really really going to be excellent. Just after a couple of pages and I don't say that very often, but I can't make myself read it. My brain only wants the familiar. It's in bed with the blankets over its head and will only come out for Tamora Pierce or Lois McMaster Bujold. I may have to go scavenging for Georgette Heyer novels just to make a proper fist of my retreat into comfort reading.
I'm obviously using up my lotto luck here, so must take advantage of it (bummer though cause I think it's 20 million this Saturday - I am not sure an hour or so free computer access wins out against 20 million in my list of preferences).
Not that I've anything to blog about either. I am just working and sleeping with no fascination dogging my mind and livening up my life. I'm not non-interventionally cyber stalking any musicians. No book series dragging my attention away from work and duty. No pretty boys to sigh wistfully over. Hell I don't even have an androgynous french waiter anymore, gosh darn it (though there is that guy at the thai takeaway that does the most graceful little bow when he hands the green chicken curry over - makes me go a bit quivery - but I hardly ever have thai cause my arse is growing gargantuan and soon will have small moons orbiting it).
I can't blog about work, cause that would be improper. Nor would it be interesting for anybody else. I haven't had any racy fantasies at all. Not for months. My libido is on extended holidays. I think it's traveling around the world and gotten held up somewhere. Maybe its in Ibiza? Maybe it's with James Blunt. The hussy.
Read the latest Jasper Fforde which is excellent as always. I have mostly just been rereading books. I have an excellent book. I've read a few pages and it is really really going to be excellent. Just after a couple of pages and I don't say that very often, but I can't make myself read it. My brain only wants the familiar. It's in bed with the blankets over its head and will only come out for Tamora Pierce or Lois McMaster Bujold. I may have to go scavenging for Georgette Heyer novels just to make a proper fist of my retreat into comfort reading.
Time?
There is none.
I have realised why I was grumpy over the weekend. My backbrain remembered I was missing Glenn Richard's performance / musical extravaganza / gig.
The delightful young Mr Kelly and awesome Mr Liddiard are this weekend.
I shall be all snarls and sneers, cause I sensibly decided not to go.
I hate senisble.
Senisble can kiss my arse.
And sure, he was wearing a nice shirt, but what shirt, ey?
Is it new?
Is it brown?
As a description 'a nice shirt' sucks.
Also I want a picture of the pointy shoes.
If there is time (hahahahahaha she laughed scornfully at herself) I shall troll the net for reviews and pictures.
I have realised why I was grumpy over the weekend. My backbrain remembered I was missing Glenn Richard's performance / musical extravaganza / gig.
The delightful young Mr Kelly and awesome Mr Liddiard are this weekend.
I shall be all snarls and sneers, cause I sensibly decided not to go.
I hate senisble.
Senisble can kiss my arse.
And sure, he was wearing a nice shirt, but what shirt, ey?
Is it new?
Is it brown?
As a description 'a nice shirt' sucks.
Also I want a picture of the pointy shoes.
If there is time (hahahahahaha she laughed scornfully at herself) I shall troll the net for reviews and pictures.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
It is raining. People are walking around the half finished refurbished mall, which no longer is, in shorts and singlets for exercise or a nice morning stroll? Top of 27 degrees yesterday. Felt a bit cool. Half-finished because they are putting the road back.
Breakfast was edible and I tried desparately not to listen into the conversation of the two young things talking about ones promotion at work. They looked about sixteen, but I am sure were older and one has been put in charge of something. Something to do with childcare. They were so excited.
I've never been excited about work in my life and being put in charge of something would be my worst nightmare. It felt very weird to overhear. Made me wish they'd turn Cher up.
I am wishing I were retired today. I know I don't turn forty until December, but I am feeling old and unwell. I haven't been able to get to sleep lately - not sure if it is because of work or the weather - and my arthritis and body in general always have their revenge on me if I don't let it sleep. It's rather like a permanent hangover.
I am going to spend the day in bed with my cats :)
And I am going to by milk on the way home and make myself hot chocolate.
And maybe I'll buy some apple pie and custard that I can heat up later.
And maybe I shall buy a new DVD and move the televsion into the bedroom.
Maybe I'll buy some episodes of Dr Who.
Breakfast was edible and I tried desparately not to listen into the conversation of the two young things talking about ones promotion at work. They looked about sixteen, but I am sure were older and one has been put in charge of something. Something to do with childcare. They were so excited.
I've never been excited about work in my life and being put in charge of something would be my worst nightmare. It felt very weird to overhear. Made me wish they'd turn Cher up.
I am wishing I were retired today. I know I don't turn forty until December, but I am feeling old and unwell. I haven't been able to get to sleep lately - not sure if it is because of work or the weather - and my arthritis and body in general always have their revenge on me if I don't let it sleep. It's rather like a permanent hangover.
I am going to spend the day in bed with my cats :)
And I am going to by milk on the way home and make myself hot chocolate.
And maybe I'll buy some apple pie and custard that I can heat up later.
And maybe I shall buy a new DVD and move the televsion into the bedroom.
Maybe I'll buy some episodes of Dr Who.
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