Carlos has moved in!

After 17 weeks of a long torturous wait sitting on a hot pink beanbag on the floor looking upwards at my tv.... my new lounge has FINALLY arrived. Finally!

It arrived at the ungodly hour of 8am Saturday morning. The delivery guys put him together for me and told me they had made their first delivery of the day at 630am. If that were me, I'd have opened the door in my pajamas and dressing gown with hair that would make Medusa look attractive and would be swearing under my breath constantly.

Anyway, I spent the day showing off my new Carlos to my neighbour (who came back for a second look!) and my parents and anyone else who was around. They all instantly fell in love with him. They loved Otto too (my trusty Ottoman that was delivered at the same time).

I spent the rest of the day sleeping on lovely Carlos, admiring his strength, cosiness and snuggability. (I'll stop talking like that now before it becomes creepy!!).

Here's a photo of my lovely well overdue Carlos lounge.



Isn't he gorgeous?? :)

How to become instantly popular

This afternoon I was called on my work phone in a big fat panic.... my colleague who was hosting an awards event had forgotten to take the milk to the event! The world is going to end! The world is going to end! (Holy, my job is weird sometimes).

So I grabbed the carton and ran across the street to the conference room, to find that only 8 out of the 25 people getting an award actually turned up, and there were probably 12 managers there. I ended up having to stay, to make up numbers.

They had catered for roughly 35 awards attendees (half of my company don't eat for some bizarre reason) and there was a massive MASSIVE table filled to the brim with pastries and cakes and fruit.

We tossed a fruit platter, sent half the food home with the guests, and had to take the rest back to the office. We put as much as we could possibly cram onto 3 trays and walked it back over. The problem was, the trays weren't covered, and there were roughly 100 people at the traffic lights, which is one of the busiest in that part of the city.... all wanting "free" stuff.

I could have got my choice of husbands out of that crowd, I'm sure. Basically I just had to stand there saying "NO" loudly over and over, while smiling sweetly.

We amazingly made it back with all pastries and cake accounted for, but enjoyed the popularity while it lasted. I still feel warm and fuzzy. hehe

Bogans need to be eliminated

I was on the train coming home from work last night, and 4 stops from home four very unladylike girls got on the train. They sat behind me, as they always seem to do. I really need to find that magnet that attracts them and destroy it!

They were very very loud, which, as a frequent train napper, is just completely socially unacceptable. They decided to have a loud conversation on who was a bigger slut than the next. One very very loud and proud girl declared she'd had 12 guys since last year. Another said she'd told her mother she'd had 4, and her mother had called her a slut. The first girl said that she was proud because her mother didn't know she did pot, smoked, drank to oblivian and banged guys frequently.

This conversation continued for quite some time. Two stations later, we stopped. Outside on the platform a visually impaired albino guy had alighted. The 4 girls sat and made fun of him and his "walking stick" and how weird he was being blind and albino and all. I started to get really annoyed, but by this point anyone who even looked at these girls sideways were getting the equivalent of "bitchslap" attitude directed at them.

What they didn't realise though, that right accross the aisle was a man who is very unassuming. He was sitting there, fortunately with his big silver earphones on, and I hope and pray he didn't hear a thing. Under his seat was a Guide Dog.

I see this man every day and he is very nice. He often sits next to me and his dog is rather cute and lovely.

The girls had resumed their loud slut conversation by the time I alighted, and I was really really shocked at their attitude, and was very glad that I have never had kids as there is no way on this earth I would want them mixing with children like these.

I hope another passenger or someone decked them during the evening. They were completely Kl-ARSE-y.

I am afraid for the future generations, with role models like these 4 girls. Sure, when I was a teen there were "bad" girls, but they were nothing like this new generation. Maybe it's because I grew up in snobsville, but even so, to make fun of someone who had no say in the way he was born is just wrong. Really really wrong. And they had no conscience about it.

Wow.

I don't normally talk about politics, let alone world politics, but the bad dood is dead.

I was due to go to NYC exactly when the towers came down. I was too lazy to book and hadn't got around to it, and was very very glad I hadn't.

My next trip I was tossing up whether to go to Bali or Italy. It was a very tough decision, but I chose Italy. The morning I flew out, Bali exploded. Again, I was glad I didn't go.

I have now booked another trip. I leave in a few weeks. The bad dood is dead, and I fear this is going to stuff up my travel plans in one way or another. This kind of thing is NOT covered by Travel Insurance.

If it is my time to go, it is my time to go. To be honest, I work in a very prominent place in the city. I could be bumped off just earning my living. However I get a bit cross thinking that because of this bad dood, my life could potentially end, and rather badly.

There is a part of me that wishes they kept him alive, so he could be made to suffer. The worst kind of torture wouldn't be bad enough for him. In other ways, I am so so glad he has gone from this planet. I hope wherever it is he has gone, it's bad. There is no justification for mass murder. There is no justification for any murder.

I just hope and pray that no one else suffers due to the bad dood's death. It's all just so pointless :(

New Bogan Shoes!

I live in a beachside country town. It's full of bogans* who have moved from the city, but it's a picturesque tree-hugging town that is still cheap to live in compared to the capital city.

*bogans = chavs, losers, rednecks, skanks etc.

So I need beachy bogany shoes to fit in with the locals. What is better than a pair of Crocs?? Here in Australia we pretty much only get the standard really awful kind of Crocs and the rather hideously coloured schemed Crocs thongs (flip-flops). I'm talking hot pink and lime green. Noice.

So I turned to Amazon.com for help. The Australian $ is at an all-time high at the moment, around AUD$1 to US$1.10. The usual rate is around US65c to the AUD$1. I hate to say this, but I LOVE the global economic crisis! <3 <3 <3



Anyway, my Crocs arrived today, and they're sweet as. All the local bogans will be so jealous!

I'm not stupid!

I do an admin role for my job. It's rather cushy for the amount of money I am paid, but it has its moments where it's go go go go go go go and the pressure almost gets too much. Fortunately those times don't happen too often, and fortunately I love the challenges they bring.

What is getting my goat at the moment is that there is a member of the "family" (see an earlier post) who has an ego the size of China, and assumes just because my team and I work in admin that we are unskilled and completely stupid. He has been trying to get a major part of my job taken away from me and it be given to one of his sycophants as he is a "techie" and knows everything.

A large chunk of my role involves the coordination, design and publication of our Intranet for my whole division. We have a very restricted by style and difficult to use system that throws up bizarre faults randomly that are difficult to fix. There is no official documentation on how to fix them, it's something you have to figure out yourself or ask someone else how to fix.

The "family" man is trying to take this job from me, and to get his Project Manager "techie" to do it. All. By means of bullying me into giving in, and by getting another "family" member to pull some illegal strings by means of access to the whole division's directory instead of just the sub-directory he's been authorised to have.

I raised the issues with my boss, who seems to live in some kind of vague bubble. She said to me "he wants him to do it, because he found out he's a bit of a techie", and promised to speak to the "family" member, but it may be diffucult due to political reasons and I might end up losing.

What gets me, is that I have explained to my boss MANY times that I have a rather strong IT background. I have trained in and worked for many years writing code and maintaining a rather massive computer database for my old workplace that to this day is still used by some pretty important people to get some pretty important statistics. I have studied computer programming and worked as a programmer for 4 years. I have certificates that make me qualified as a computer network designer & administrator (not that I've actually done this as a job though, it was a course requirement). I am also a qualified high-level web designer as well. In essence, people, I am a fully qualified NERD! I gave up my IT life due to strange events at that time in my life, and the fact the really cushy job came up that paid twice the rate I was getting as a programmer. (What would YOU do??!)

This "techie" has a personal interest in playing around with computers. That is all. He has no formal qualifications, and no technical experience in an IT field.

Yet for some reason my qualifications don't count for anything, and I'm not sure my vague boss actually believes I have them. I am seen as a stupid admin officer, only there to buy stationery and do a few other things I guess.

I did something very strange today, and took a photocopy of my qualification certificates and pinned them to my desk partition wall, hoping that maybe someone might notice them. I know it's really REALLY wanky, but I am at my wits end.

Shopping for Jeans

I'm gonna say it and it might shock you, I'm female and I hate clothes & food shopping. I am abnormal.

I like shopping for things. For necklaces, furniture, kitchen appliances & knick knacks, pet accessories. I love shopping for anything except clothes and food.

When it comes to looking at clothes and admiring shoes, I love them I do. Totally and completely love them. My avatar is a pink shoe for a reason. I love pretty shoes, and I love pretty clothes. Yet I never buy them. I hate trying them on, as I hate mirrors and the lighting. I also have very wide yet normal sized feet which makes it almost impossible to buy fancy, pretty shoes.

Today I went to the shops to buy three main items: a new pair of jeans that don't fall down whenever I bend over. (Too big, not too small). Swimwear for an upcoming holiday to the beach, and food for my kitchen. I came home with a bunch of Dutch carrots for my birds, 3 packets of chips and a tub of margarine.

I hate jeans shops because if jeans fit around my thighs they're way way too big for my waist. Or they're too small, too big, wrong shape, too flared, too long, too dark, too light.... gahh. I hate trying on 49 pair of jeans to find one pair that are just 'okay'.

I have short legs, so short that short leg jeans are still usually too long (if you can find them) and regular length legs should be on a 6.5 foot stick-figure model. They also believe that if you're short with slightly bigger than average thighs or backside (i'm just saying) you must therefore have an ENORMOUS stomach, and so the waistband is around 3 sizes too big, and the style means that a belt just looks stupid.

So I didn't bother, because it's a public holiday and I didn't need that kind of stress ruining my day. I went into Big W (kind of like a small Walmart here in Australia) and bought myself 10 pair of socks, 4 pair of undies and a new winter nighty with a cute cranky cow on it.

If only we could walk around in cute nightwear, I'd be right. I like shopping for that. Just not jeans.