Monday, June 29, 2009
It seemed all very pretty and nice, and clean... which is not how i usually have my house.
So even though I'm at the front of the house, apparently i can only really enter it from the back door, so i walk towards these friends, and go towards the back of the house.
When i get to the back of it, it turned into one of those underground houses, you know the ones that have grass roofs?
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Now, i don't want to say all this and then back down when i start popping out babies, but if my child is not cute, please someone tell me.
Everyone, this child (while probably photo shopped), is not cute:
While i would love to say this child is cute, i can not.
**I'm so sorry to the parents, but i found this picture on Google after googling ugly babies**
I only bring this up, as friends of mine had a child, and while both of them were quite attractive, their child (to start with), was not. I'm not saying this to be mean, but the little one looks like she is growing into her looks, cause i see her now, and i can kinda see the cuteness, but then, no way.
And what annoyed me worse, was, everyone was like, ohhhh, so cute, gorgeous, etc etc. WHY DO PEOPLE LIE ABOUT STUFF LIKE THIS?
I admit, she had the most amazing eyes, but her eyes compared to her face was just not proportional.
Now, I couldn't comment and say she was something she was not, and i wouldn't expect people to do that to my (future) children either. I just don't think its right.
Children, cuteness, lies
Friday, June 26, 2009
Michael Jackson is dead, etc etc.
Now, I'm not a heartless biatch, or anything like that, but i have had enough and i need to blog, cos everyone i talk to about it, is all sad waa waa babies and wont have a CONVERSATION about it, but instead just want to wallow about it. Blah.
Now, i was born in the mid 80s. I'm not old enough (or sheltered too much) to have gone through a 'Micheal Jackson' stage. Unlike most people that i know who are older then me.
I got to know Micheal as "Wacko Jacko". The one who paid off a small boy when he was up against pedo charges. I knew the Michael when the whole 'is he black or is he white?' business was happening. I knew the Micheal when he was having random kids, (although from the photos i have seen his kids are beautiful, so no disrespect to them). I knew the Micheal when he was holding his child 'Blanket' over the hotel balcony. I knew Micheal when he went on that Documentary and i knew the Micheal that was in hiding up til today.
Now, obviously, i knew of some of his songs, i know the main ones, but i can't say that i have seen the whole clip of thriller, nor of we are the world (?), and i think i have only seen the black or white clip once.
I don't understand the big hoopla people make when 'celebrities' pass. i get that you know them, but do you really?
Do you know what his kids call him or what his favourite book or TV show is? Do you know his favourite birthday? Do you know what his friends call him? Do you what he is like when he wakes up in the morning? Or when he hasn't gotten enough sleep?
All of those things, i know of my FRIENDS. And my FRIENDS know these things of me.
Its always the same when a celebrity dies, and i don't get it. I am made out to be a heartless person, because i am honest when i hear someone crying about missing said person on the radio. How can you miss someone you don't really know?
I understand that you have his music, but his music is still there. I understand that you know that he is still there, but he was barely out and about.
Can someone explain this phenomenon to me please?
The same thing happened when Heath Ledger died/killed himself.
And again, i was being heartless, because i wasn't upset.
What also upsets me is that Farrah Fawcatt also died today. Did you know this? I doubt many people do.
It seemed like she a beautiful lady, who died slowly over years from a terrible disease that affects many. Yet, she is a side note from the fabulous Micheal. Like she is worth less as a person.
How can we let something like that happen?
PS. On a side note, it is my little sisters birthday today, and i am refusing to speak of death on what should be a happy day for her. I will not allow her birthday to turn into a death day. I had a friend who's birthday is 9/11, only before 9/11, but he was forgotten about that year which is just really really sad to me.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
On November 12,
2003, Brandis died at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles from injuries he suffered after he hanged himself. He was 27 years old. The Los Angeles Police Department released a statement regarding his death:
- On November 11, 2003, at about 11:40 p.m., a friend of
- Jonathan Brandis called police to report that the actor had
- attempted suicide at his apartment, located in the 600 block of
- Detroit Avenue. Paramedics from the Los Angeles Fire
- department responded and transported Brandis to Cedars Sinai
- Medical Center where he eventually died from his injuries. Brandis'
- death was announced by hospital staff on November 12, 2003, at
- about 2:45 p.m."
Brandis did not leave a
suicide note, although friends were quoted as saying he was lonely and
depressed about his lagging career. One friend admitted that Brandis drank
heavily, and had even mentioned that he might kill himself. He was also said to
be upset when his appearance in Hart's War, a role he hoped would be his
comeback, was cut from the film
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Bebebeep beebeep bebebeep
Bebebeep beebeep bebebeep
You all know it. That annoying Nokia MSG tone that other people think is cool.
There is a new one that's just as annoying for the iPhone, but I can't get the tone of it.
Like I have said before, I work for a telco, so one would assume we get the newest phone and that means that those annoying tones I hear at work first, then when people get over them at work, it goes out to the public and I get to hear it all over again!!!
I don't just hate MSG tones, I hate ring tones as well. I hate the songs that people play as a ring tone.
I hate those novelty tones and I ESP hate the ads that are shown for those tones. If I had my way, I would make sure that everyone's phone was on silent ALL THE TIME, no matter what. Or, I would cancel phone calls altogether and just text mag everyone.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
So, in winter time, it gets cold, right?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Previous to working where i work now, i studied to work with departments like Docs and the like.
When we were half way through the diploma, (that's what it was called, but lets face it, it was a TAFE course. And that just adds to the problem), we were told, that IF we got a job with Docs , (out of one of three classes of 30, only possibly a max of 30 would get an INTERVIEW), it would be a lot more work then what we had in the course, and there would be a lot of unpaid overtime hours, that would probably be the same amount of hours one would normally work.
Imagine being told that halfway through a course that you may come out of it with an interview and that's it. For two plus years of study. Now i know that most people in Uni don't come away with a guaranteed job, i get that, but with the need of people willing to work in that field, its terrible.
However, what makes me so cross about people and when people talk about Docs is cases like this: http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,25646601-421,00.html
I understand that this is a terrible situation, and I, like the father, would hate for it to my (future) daughter. BUT!
There is only so much a department like that can do.
There are guidelines that need to be followed and processes and procedures that need to be met. Just like any other job. They can not just come riding in and lock this poor poor girl away in an ivory tower until she is of legal consenting age. And that's what it seems like people want.
This is about two consenting people, (not adults, but no longer children), who made a decision, which turned out to have huge consequences for all involved.
There is not much that Docs can do without getting some sort of backlash from someone.
Lets look at another story that is happening right now: http://www.news.com.au/perthnow/story/0,,25649544-5008620,00.html
Here, Docs are trying to at least teach this person (again, not an adult but no longer a child), how to have a safe lifestyle. What is the other option? Tell the girl that she is 'naughty' and 'to stop doing what she is doing' and send her on her way? That is not an option.
So, what i believe is two sides of similar situations and Docs are wrong in both??? When are they ever right?
I understand that 12 year olds, or 13 year olds, or even 14 year olds, shouldn't be having sex, i know for certain that i wasn't, i don't believe i even knew all the different types of 'sex' at that age! But what are the other options available? Lock them away?
I am very sick of people all condemning Docs about situations like this when there is only so much that can be done.
I understand that this pregnant girl is 12, however, she was not being abused, (in the broad sense of the word), and she was consenting. *Yes, i understand that the age of consent is something like 16, but when asked if she wants to press charges, she declined*
And yes, I understand that there are cases where Docs have not done all that could have been done, however, that is not the point here.
But then this is just funny: http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,25648889-401,00.html
How is this helpful?
Lets make this 12 year old a single mother?
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
I absolutely, HATE waiting. I dont care what the reasons are, if i need to go somewhere, and i have told you we are going at said time, then you are either ready or i get cross.
I don't care what the excuse is, i just can not standing waiting for anyone.
I don't think that this is classed as impatient, cos when something is loading or frozen, (like a computer and junk), but if its somebody that i am waiting on, well, they better get their hurry on!!.
I dont know what it is, but i think it may have something to do with me not being able to be late. I get all antsy when i know that im even going to get somewhere on time and not early, (please note this antsy feeling does not include when im coming into work).
So, advance warning, if you are going anywhere with me, do not make me wait!!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
So I have mentioned my work a few times cos that's where most of my hates come from, but this is yet another work story. I don't know if I have said this or not, (and I'm being too lazy to look back and check), but I have been with my company almost 5 years. It'll be 5 years in about a month. I started there a little over a year after I left school and after a year of the most boring tafe course of what I thought I wanted to do.It has been my first REAL job.
Also note that I don't like rejection very much. This will come up later. ; p
So when I started this job I was just a rep, (oh and ps. In case I didn't mention it earlier also, I work at a call centre, again the laziness). So I was at the bottom of the rung. Being my first job and being young (or youngish at least), I had no career plans. Plus I still kinda don't. It's not that didn't plan on being loyal to the company and all that, it's just it was a job to start with and I had just discovered that I wasn't set to do what i thought I wanted so this job was basically to live.
Anyway, back to the bottom of the rung. While I was at that point I had a manager who was and still is one of the best people I have ever worked under, bar nothing. I guess I was kind lucky in that regard, but looking back now, maybe I was spoiled because of it too.
While he went onto another job, (inside the company) I got another manager who was close to one of the worst I have ever had, (and still is one of the worse I see to this day. When I heard that this person will be leaving the company, I started counting down the days). The only one good thing that this person did was push to have me moved to a higher department. And when I saw push, I mean push, because of her bad management, I had gotten to the point of not caring and needed something to change.
**please note that while I was still in the same job that I had started in, people of less skill then me were moving up the ranks. Not saying that to brag, but you can tell the slackers from the not and I was part of the not. **
Anyway, that takes me to the job I'm in now. I got the position about 18 months after starting at the company and I'm still here... At that point though, awesome manager was the manager of that team, since then, i have had a half manager, a good manager who went on maternity leave, no manager, and then my current manager.
I think there are many reasons why i am still here, but it is also in part, due to the following things:
^ my none committal to a career. I'm still young (ish) I have NFC (like nfi but clue instead of idea) what I WANT!
^ my inability to see how much I actually really do. Also the inability of my management to be able to see that.
^ my inability to suck up. My workplace has become a place of vacuum's and it's annoying. I will not drop to that level to get ahead. I will do the work that is required of me and more, if you don't notice, then I will drop back to only what is required of me. I don't think that's too harsh.
^ my managers inability to actually who works around him and not just the people who suck up and do nothing. This is one of the HUGEST things that make me angry about my job. In a team of two, I could be carrying the whole workload, but my 'team mate' was bff's with the manager so he was blind that nothing from that person was being done.
I need encouragement and some acknowledgement. I don't know what it is, but if I don't get either of those, I get discouraged and no matter how much wok I do, I just don't think anything of it and just get it done. My manager seems to not understand this, OR he understands this and uses it to HIS advantage.... (I just thought d that and it kids makes sense, although I'm writing this at 2am, so maybe not).
So anyway, back to THE JOB. My friend, a lass who used to be in my team (when there was more then 2 of us), saw this job advertised and encouraged (*read pushed with all her might*) me to apply. This is where the rejection comes in.This was the first job I applied for apart from the one 4 or so years ago.MY MANAGER DIDN'T EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT I WAS APPLYING FOR THIS ROLE EXCEPT TO SAY HE READ MY RESUME WHEN I EMAILED IT TO HIM TO GET APPROVAL FOR THE APPLICATION.Now, I'm not expecting one on one interview coaching with him, but even a meeting to say, do you need help with anything, here is what you might wanna point out that you have done, a 15 min meeting would have done it. But what did I get? A ONE WORD EMAIL. Thanks mister boss man!! So anyway, interview time, I'm as nervous as something that's always nervous and I had nfi what the help I should be saying, so I spend MOST of the interview apologizing. Yep, apologizing. Great impression there!!
The next day I had a weeks leave, so I get a call the on my first day of leave, (note also, that I don't answer private numbers, so when I got two private calls I didn't answer, UNTIL pushy friend (and I say that with love) msged me and told me to answer! Another great impression there!, saying that I wasn't right for this role (boo!) but we put your name down for this other role that you would be better suited for just cos you were so great in the interview and all (that apparently doesn't happen, so at first I thought yay!! But damn ANOTHER INTERVIEW?!?).
I looked at the job description of the second job and it was actually better for me and kinda what I had hoped the first one was so better, yes. The night before the second interview for the second job, I slept for maybe 2 hours. Which one would think is bad, but it actually helped me to not be nervous as much, cause I guess i didn't have the energy for it. This job was about knowledge and the other was about systems. So good.
I'm in the interview and before it starts, the interviewer can see I'm a little jumpy (no sleep and nerves by then, I guess. I'm also not the best self seller as well), so says to me, you are the best in the lot, so as long as the don't swear (I'm a BIG SWEARER) in the interview or anything like that, then you are the best person for the role. **note this wasn't verb barren but close enough**
So this gives me so much hope, as in ALL the hope in the world that I am finally getting out of what I hated, ( my current job) and I could finally use my 5 years worth of company knowledge for good instead of waste!! Turns out, not so much, but first I had to be strung along a little just to make the cut a little deeper. So I get a second interview. Awesome!
Only one other person got a second interview and it was a practical and we did it at the same time. I see the person I'm up against and not only was he LATE but he had only been with the company for about 6 months. So again, more hope!! At this point I was already working out in my head how the monthly pay compared to the weekly pay was going to affect my bills and rent paying. THAT'S how much I just KNEW. Well, as it turns out stupid 6 month guy with no knowledge got it. Wanna know why? Oh, a little thing called A DEGREE!!!!! now you would think that said interviewer would know about said degree when he told me I WAS THE BEST PERSON FOR THE ROLE but apparently not... So I cried. And cried. And cried.
Oh, did I mention I then had another 4 hours of my current hell of a job that I had to do for the rest of the day? So I sat at my desk (which is opposite my manager so he CAN SEE ME) and cried.
Then I had a chat with pushy friend and cried some more, but as much as she is usually helpful, she was the opposite that day. Cause she had become friends with 6 monther, so she was HAPPY!! Ahuh, H A double P Y! Here I am bawling my eyes out on the street and she is happy. So that was helpful.
Also would like to point out that my manager, who saw how upset I was, only decided to ask me about what happened ON HIS WAY OUT OF THE OFFICE AND DID A FLY BY 'we'll talk', but shock horror we NEVER did. Again, all I was hoping for was a 15 min meeting....
Now, even though I know my knowledge could probably be used in a better way in the company (trust me in my current role my brain is going to mush and I am starting to get madder and madder at the stupid and stupider people we are hiring), I think after that rejection after so much hope means I probably won't go for a job in that department ever again. I also would not be able to stand being in the same team and sort of 'under' 6 monther.
I hate that I didn't get that job. I hate that I am in the same job that I have been in for the last 4 years. I hate that people around me (who started long after me and have taken a year or more off on leave) are moving up the ranks. I hate my job. And I hate that this experience has put me off other jobs that might help me as the company in the long run.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
I hate money. Really I do. Money is what is wrong with the world and what is definitely wrong with my life.
I have many *read 4* credit cards, a loan and then rent and general bills. Now, while that doesn't seem like a lot, (or does it?). It IS!
All of my credit cards are generally at the credit limit, or at most, $100 from the limit. And I know that it is stupid but I just barely pay the minimum repayments each month, (well, I pay it weekly, but all added up, most of them are only just over the minimum).
The loan is paid off weekly at a set amount, and I sometimes, *read once or twice * have paid extra on it.
I really really don't like having this debt, really. But at the same time, I don't know what I would do when it is paid off.
I could probably afford to pay off more each week, but as soon as it gets to the point of about $500 or so under the limit, then I (or the husband, more him then me) see something that we 'need' and back closer to the limit it is. Currently, its a snow trip. 5 months ago, it was a trip to Japan. Now, as much as I love the traveling and the 'adventure', I think I would rather just have no debt.
I don't know. I think that money and my debt is something that I love and hate at the same time. I would love to save all that extra paid on interest to buy my house or something exciting that is not nothing, but I don't .
Like I said. I hate money.
But I would like some more of it please. : )
Sunday, June 7, 2009
It was GREAT, when I moved into my house a little under 6 months ago. The last place I was in, had a dishwasher as well, but it was an older one, that was a little crappy. Bigger, yes, but crappier nonetheless. This place in in, was a hotel that got converted into apartments, so the kitchen is small but a little fancy, and who doesn't need fanciness in their lives!!
So back to the dishwasher, its one of those, is it a drawer or is it a dishwasher type deals, like integrated into the cabinets, and draw like, so hidden. Even though, this seems cool, keep reading, it adds to the badness of it.
Like I said earlier, it was fine up until recently. Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, it would continually beep and have a red light, now, considering it had a green light and didn't beep when it was working fine, one would assume that this meant that there was a problem, as I did, so I just turned it off and back on again, not at the power, (being inside a drawer, I had NFI where it was plugged into, so that would have been tricky)., but just at the button on it. It seemed to do the trick of stopping the beeping...
Anyway, lately it had taken to beeping and making a funny noise in the middle of the cycle, and not continuing it. Annoying, cause A) the dishes didn't get fully clean and B) I had to wash them in the tiny sink.
So I tried to get in touch with the real estate ( the 'bliss' of being a renter), but that was an ordeal in itself!! We signed the lease at a different real estate, and the real estate that we are leasing from doesn't actually have a website, or a way to get their contact details through the interweb! Irritating much?!?! (Also, the lease, own ONLY info re; the real estate, only has the ABN and no contact details.)
So I asked the husband to do it, cause, he had contacted them once before, its been about 2, maybe 3 weeks and im still waiting... (for him to do it, not for them to get back to him).
ANYWAY, I just go off on tangents don't I?
That leads me to lately, for some reason the dishwasher has taken to only allowing certain cycles to go all the way through, which is fine, cause it washes the dishes, but not so fine, cause about 10 mins after the cycle finishes, the dishwasher feels unloved and whether there are dishes in there or not, decides that it needs some attention and just beeps. Keep in mind, the cycle went all the way through and the washer had been off for a good 10 mins if not more.
AGGRAVATING!! Cause it wasn't just a matter of turning it off and then going back to whatever you were doing, it likes to play games, The whole attention thing. Once you have turned it off, a few mins later, when you are going back to what you are doing, beep beep beep, again getting up and turning it off. I had worked out a combination of buttons which made it turn off maybe the 3rd or 4th time that it beeped, so I was usually the one getting up and turning it off. The beeping didn't bother the husband as much.
This leads me to this morning. Going back to the whole being up til 2am thing. Just so you know its Sunday, and while I don't usually go to sleep that early, 2am is pretty late for me, when I was just at home chancing up on the US TV shows. So I get woken up by the lights at, I don't know what time. Husband has a habit of falling asleep on the couch and while that doesn't usually bother me, (cause I do it too sometimes, only he wakes me up to go to bed), he leaves all the lights and TV on when he does it. So I get woken up by that, but only enough so that I yell at him to come to bed, it seemed to do the job, cause he got up right away and turned everything off. (Sometimes, I have to get out of bed to get him up and then I get cross).
So I get woken up again, this time, I looked at the clock, cause I was pissed. 8.30AM, and this time it was because of the dishwasher and its annoying beeping. Let me just repeat, 8.30AM. I don't even get up that early for work.
So because im tired, im cranky and have less patience for the damn beeping. I end up sitting next to the dishwasher for 30 mins!!! By this time, I am really cranky and crying, cause I am tired and just want to go to bed, and the damn thing, just wont stop!! (Ps. Husband was asleep the whole time, and only woke up to tell me to come back to bed...)
It ended up that after me getting upset at the husband and him getting upset at me, not wanting to come back to bed, and him then realising I was CRYING that he turned the power off to the kitchen... Now this is both bad and good. Bad being, the fridge, full of food, is in the kitchen. Good, being that the beeping has stopped!!