today was horrible. i wanted to cry (boredom). endless in its unendingness, except that it did end and i was out of there like a shot. my head continues to be a place for white noise only. i don't think I even watched the television last night I think i stared at the walls. Vegetative state.
however
continued employment offers options that i will be exercising, along with my legs, this weekend. I intend to buy a pushbike and possibly a shovel, since I have permission to plant stuff along the edges - i think movement is required if one has a job and a workplace that doesn't inspire ones imagination.
I shall report next Monday on if I follow through or not and activities started.
Adieu mes enfants
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
I don't like Mondays
COB of my second last day and I have verbal confirmation on my non-ongoing extension - working till end of December - w00t!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Diary - boring sorry
oh hazy blissful day
stay
never age
cause i don't want to work at the RAAF Open Day
But I promised, so I'll be there tomorrow *sigh* for three or so hours, being useless, because I am not a font of information. I hate being useless. It's depressing.
Dear world, please let my next job be one I can do and that keeps me busy. I cope better if I am busy. It makes me feel less brain dead and boring.
Edit: also i think i would like a pony
Edit Edit: and maybe some chickens
stay
never age
cause i don't want to work at the RAAF Open Day
But I promised, so I'll be there tomorrow *sigh* for three or so hours, being useless, because I am not a font of information. I hate being useless. It's depressing.
Dear world, please let my next job be one I can do and that keeps me busy. I cope better if I am busy. It makes me feel less brain dead and boring.
Edit: also i think i would like a pony
Edit Edit: and maybe some chickens
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I'm Back :)
oh dear - the contract extension is not looking promising
course left me nearly convinced i was mad, but concluded overnight that i never actually think i am actually going to die or have a heart attack when i am stressing out about something and therefore i am just a hyperchondriac chicken weiner nancy girl
sisters gift of wine and my inability to stifle my curiousity as to what each and every bottle tastes like in combination with the Adelaide incident (that i don't remember) pushed me over into 'issues with alcohol' score on the little quizz in the book, but apparently am well within my rights to blame genetics and my parents, so that's alright
(1997 Chablis so far this week *beautiful*)
all through the course the instructor would take us through a phrase, where the first letter of the first word made up another word, which is supposed to be a dandy way to help remind one of the steps one needs to take blah blah blah blah - right at the end she asked if anybody remembered the village people and without thinking (d'oh) i piped up with 'of course, when I was a little girl i was going to marry the construction worker'* - i have no brain - or at least it is slow - i was therefore pulled out of the class to stand up with the instructor to lead the class in forming the letters of the word of the phrase a la YMCA
one day i hope to gain full control of my mouth
* i have mentioned before that i've lead a very sheltered life, haven't i?
course left me nearly convinced i was mad, but concluded overnight that i never actually think i am actually going to die or have a heart attack when i am stressing out about something and therefore i am just a hyperchondriac chicken weiner nancy girl
sisters gift of wine and my inability to stifle my curiousity as to what each and every bottle tastes like in combination with the Adelaide incident (that i don't remember) pushed me over into 'issues with alcohol' score on the little quizz in the book, but apparently am well within my rights to blame genetics and my parents, so that's alright
(1997 Chablis so far this week *beautiful*)
all through the course the instructor would take us through a phrase, where the first letter of the first word made up another word, which is supposed to be a dandy way to help remind one of the steps one needs to take blah blah blah blah - right at the end she asked if anybody remembered the village people and without thinking (d'oh) i piped up with 'of course, when I was a little girl i was going to marry the construction worker'* - i have no brain - or at least it is slow - i was therefore pulled out of the class to stand up with the instructor to lead the class in forming the letters of the word of the phrase a la YMCA
one day i hope to gain full control of my mouth
* i have mentioned before that i've lead a very sheltered life, haven't i?
Monday, September 21, 2009
Not sure what i did yesterday
Yesterday: 1993 Chardonnay
*faints with pleasure*
It's good that none of my favourite bands come to Townsville. I'd feel obliged to send a couple of bottles back stage and I wants to keep them all to myself. MINE ALL MINE MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
Stray tabby Friday night didn't run away as fast as usual - followed slowly cajolling for attention and he came back and gave me a head bump on the hand before leaving - there is nothing quite like having a feral cat show affection.
Last night and this morning much disturbed by presence of fluffy white cat hanging about and howling gently - was still there when i left this morning - not interested in me - seems to want to interact with my cats - he definately belongs to somebody - he looks like a cat from a story book - excessively cute and glowingly white - if still there when i get home, shall try and lure him with tinned food.
*faints with pleasure*
It's good that none of my favourite bands come to Townsville. I'd feel obliged to send a couple of bottles back stage and I wants to keep them all to myself. MINE ALL MINE MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
Stray tabby Friday night didn't run away as fast as usual - followed slowly cajolling for attention and he came back and gave me a head bump on the hand before leaving - there is nothing quite like having a feral cat show affection.
Last night and this morning much disturbed by presence of fluffy white cat hanging about and howling gently - was still there when i left this morning - not interested in me - seems to want to interact with my cats - he definately belongs to somebody - he looks like a cat from a story book - excessively cute and glowingly white - if still there when i get home, shall try and lure him with tinned food.
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