Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Happy New Years!!!!!

Ok I come back to a comment I have made in the past: I cannot believe the year is over. What happened? So fast! All of my news sources are wrapping up the year with lists of the highlights. Even Time Magazine (which I almost never read regrettably but stumbled upon when my parents visited) has a "List Issue". I won't go into the main highlights because you can look them up yourself. Trust me they are everywhere!

I think I achieved a lot this year. I moved interstate, I am a couple of units closer to a uni degree and I am working in an industry I really like. 
That doesn't look all that impressive when I write it down but seriously I couldn't have achieved any more than that if I tried. I haven't exactly had a lot of spare time! The biggest set back was definitely moving. Everythi
ng we had sorted out before the move has been well and truly undone *laughs* part of the excitement I guess. 

Moving forward I am looking at the very real possibility that I will (as I did last year) completely ditch my New Years Resolutions on the 2nd of January. I am trying to keep myself honest here people so I am publicly broadcasting my resolutions for the new year:

1. Go to the gym 3 times a week and not gain any more weight (in fact loosing a bit would be ok)
2. Concentrate on paying off debts (and not get into more)
3. Have at least one picnic a month because we need to spend more time outside.

Looking good so far. I will update the list if I think of anything else I should be concentrating on.

I have made an effort to stay away from politics on this blog because I am not overly knowledgeable or even all that opinionated howe
ver, please have a look at the following link if you are at all interested in the Australian Government proposed Internet Filters. I think the guy who wrote the article really covers the aspects of the proposal that disturb me and that I hope disturb you as well. 

Sorry I am leaving this post on a bit of a downer but I really do wish everyone a very, very happy new year! 
No doubt this will be me tomorrow morning. I love you all anyway!
xox - Jane

Monday, December 29, 2008

Wink wink, nudge nudge

I am having withdrawals at the moment on a couple of fronts. The first is due to the lack of milk in the tea room which means that I am relying on my caffeine supply from one coffee I bought from Gloria Jeans downstairs and the can of energy drink I managed to pilfer from one of my colleagues. It hurts and I am sure if you have ever been addicted to anything then you understand the pain. My other withdrawal is caused by a complete lack of interesting current events. Sorry to her fans but seriously if I read one more article about Paris I will scream.  What is the great fascination? Ok... she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and has used her wealth for evil instead of good. She isn't the first talentless millionaire and she won't be the last. Get over it, I am so sick of seeing her sour face on every magazine cover and now even the newspaper! Sorry again to her fans, I just don't see any redeeming features and as mentioned I am suffering caffeine withdrawals which is making me a little cranky. 

My third withdrawal is that I am missing my daily rock concert. My favorite thing when I worked far enough away from home that I needed to drive, was singing in the car. I can sing as loud and off key as I like and I have the whole imaginary crowd screaming for me. I work in the city now so I have a very short walk before I get to the building. Because my job is a little repetitive, I am allowed to listen to the radio through the day but it is all I can do not to sing along! I get busted all the time humming/singing under my breath (or depending on how carried away I get, not so much under my breath). I can't help it! I am such a performer, love being the centre of attention but, not much of a singer I am afraid. I should really be apologising to my fellow workers I think for the impromptu mini concerts which sometimes slip out. The Scissor Sisters are on next I am going to try to contain myself! 

My last withdrawal is girl talk. I don't normally catch myself thinking about how much I want someone to talk to. I guess because I am always busy and I normally have lots to keep my mind active. Mum and Dad went home on the weekend and Darian is finishing at reasonable hours 
over the last couple of days so don't feel too sorry for me. Still the lack of gal-pals in my vicinity is getting to me a little. I would spend every spare second with Jo or Lucas (sorry Lucas, you are not a girl but you definately listened to my girl-talk so you get thrown into this section) but now its just phone calls (which I really don't like that much) and chatting on facebook. I want someone to gossip to! Maybe it is just a little bit of home-sickness? You can only be excited about such a big change for so long. 

I need to make some friends who let me come visit whenever I want for coffee. *laughs* I really miss that. Meanwhile, Darian will be home early today so I will make coffee in the beautiful new coffee mugs that I got for Christmas. They are the ones that I photographed and emailed to Darian with a big "Wink wink, nudge nudge" (how is that for an obscure Monty Python reference?). And then I will make him talk to me. My usual method there is to sit in between him and the computer and proceed to talk at him while he pretends to be interested and sneakily reads his tech news thinking I don't notice. *laughs* 

See I told you I get cranky when I have no coffee. Don't worry I like you anyway!

xox Goodnight!
- Jane 

Sunday, December 28, 2008


I had a bit of a giggle this morning thinking about the films we consider 'classics'. It came to my attention not all that long ago that Darian had not seen the Blues Brothers. I don't know if anyone else remembers this film as clearly as I do. My parents were big fans and so it was a pivotal film in my development. I still remember trying to shake my tail feather without much success seeing as I am both too short and too uncoordinated to look nearly as cool. We hired it out from the local video store and I think I laughed the whole way through. The annoying kind of laughing when I know the joke coming up and start before Darian even knows what is going on. Some movies you have to watch a number of times to fully appreciate everything involved. The Blues Brothers is one of those. The first time I saw the film I thought it was great because the music was great and the characters were likable etc. but the second time was when I only just began to see the comic genius. The fact that Kermit the Frog (Frank Oz) plays a cameo appearance is the thing that kicks off the whole movie for me. Nothing is sacred! Poor Kermit having to use a pen to lift a used 'prophylactic'! I especially like the brothers tattoos. JAKE roughly tattooed onto his hand while Elwood has too many letters and so has to spread onto the other hand as well! 
Ok, so you probably noticed these little quirks but did you know that the psychotic e
x-girlfriends hairdressing salon is called "Curl up and dye"? I think that I managed to suck all the fun out of the movie for poor Darian and when it was over I danced around the house to the credits like a maniac. Love it! 

Next it is Darian's turn to "educate" me with one of his classics. You guessed it! Bill and Ted. I have n
ow seen their Excellent Adventure and thier Bogus Journey. Would you agree with me that Bill a
nd Ted is the original stoner flick? Without actually refering to weed at all? Not to be confused of course with Bill and Ben which in a completely different way actually do refer to weeds. 

Love to all! I hope you had a great Christmas! Bring on the New Year!

- Jane

Sunday, December 21, 2008

The art of BS

So today's challenge: I have very little actual work and a whole day of work time to do it in. Naturally that is where my mind deviates and I (in this case out of sheer desperation) procrastinate by listening to the radio and writing in my blog. Yes I know... bad me.... should be working but they don't even have any filing/cleaning for me to do (otherwise I would be doing that!). Meanwhile I don't have anything in particular to say. 'Wow'... I hear you say... 'I am so glad that I decided to read this. She is going to waffle on about nothing and waste precious minuets of my life!'. So this is where the art of BS is a useful tool. If one is a successful BS artist, they can waste someones life minuets without the reader knowing that time has been wasted. Not that I would be so arrogant as to think that I am in fact so talented a BS artist however I am giving it my best shot today. 

I have been writing my Christmas cards over the last week or so. I know none of them will get to where they are supposed to by Christmas (because that is only 4 days away!) but then I guess if they did, my friends wouldn't believe that it was me who sent them! My closest friends know to make sure that they give me an ETA about half an hour or more before I am supposed to be there. Yes it is true, I am that disorganised! Meanwhile on my resume in my aptitude section it says "Highly organised". I guess it is technically a fib but when I am at work I am a star prioritiser. So anything I don't achieve through organisation is covered regardless becasuse it all happens in order. *laughs* Sorry, I will stop trying to sell myself now. I won't go too far into brutal honesty though in this forum. Like anyone else, I hate acknowledging my flaws but I like to think I am in-tune with them anyway.

So my parents are here at the moment. They like it here so far (I hope! despite my little shoe-box appartment). I think I have been taking the tour guide role a little too seriously. A small character (I don't like saying flaw, lets say...) quirk of mine is that when I am nervous I talk... a lot! I find some people find this endearing (Darian for example) and others find it annoying and slightly scary. Regardless, having my parents here makes me a little nervous so I have been a human motormouth. It isn't their fault I get nervous its just that I want everything to be perfect. That is the dumbest part of the whole issue because they are very laid back and not demanding in anyway! So what is wrong with me? I can't answer that but I have been told a number of times this weekend to calm down *laughs*. I have always been a little high strung although over the last couple of years I have been working on that. Still can't shake the neuroticism! I think maybe some things are just too ingrained in your DNA that no matter how much you try to knock it out, it just keeps comming back.

I hope I have successfully BSed my way through todays post. I think I have found something here at work that will take up the rest of the day so I will get to it. 
Love to all!



Thursday, December 18, 2008

More neglect?? Really?

I need to make, yet another apology. I haven't mentioned my friends all that much, not because they aren't important to me but because I didn't think they would appreciate me giving information about them. So, it would appear that everyone wants their 15 mins of fame and who am I to deny it? Meanwhile, just for a little perspective people: 2 people read this blog! One of them is me! I think it is important to write in a public forum as though everyone cares. I don't go in for public Bi*chiness anyway so I don't have any problems censoring myself when it comes to saying nasty things. If I am not clever enough to say something nice then I shouldn't say anything at all. 

Back to the point, yet another friend has commented that there is no mention of him. My greatest friends I can count on one hand and I have to say that he is one of them. Now, he did prove that he hasn't read all of this blog (not a criticism I know wading through all this crack talk is a big job!) because there is a very obscure reference to him in the post I published yesterday. Because he has specifically asked for a mention I feel like the most appropriate way of discussing him is to explain how we met. It was through my first 'real' job which is funny because I always wanted to write a book about my first couple of jobs. I guess its because it is all so new but I found the whole situation fascinating. 

To set the scene: I am from a little town. When you finish school in a little town like the one I am from you have only a few options - 1. Have kids, 2. Become an engineer or 3. Leave as fast as you can before you end up with one of the other options! No offense to my little town, I love it to this day and treasure the childhood I had there but kids? Engineering? No not really for me at that stage (scarily more appealing now despite my best efforts to the contrary... minus the engineering that is). So I left. I moved to the big smoke to seek my fame and fortune, or at the very least a degree which would get me a job. Those of you who know me, know that the degree is very much still a work in progress, one of the joys of indecision. Brisbane, although bigger than my home town, really isn't that much of a step up but I did get a job working in an Italian restaurant (as the dish washer). The owner was a crazy guy called Jose (pronounced 'hose-ay!') who I could talk about forever if I had more time. Absolutely a story for another day! The kitchen consisted of myself, three chefs who alternated shifts and some waitresses who zoomed in and out delivering food etc. After dinner service, the chefs would go home and I would proceed to clean up the kitchen. I have to say it was my favorite time because I would be left to my own devices with the radio going and I could just tune out and sing as loud as I wanted to on the little stage in my mind. That is where I met Matt. 

Matt was one of the owners friends. Classic coffee addict. I don't think I ever saw him eat anything at the restaurant but he drank coffee and chatted to Jose. Occasionally he would come and harass me in the kitchen. Turns out that Matt is a pretty motivated dude. For the last four years (don't trust my math it could be longer than that) he has ground himself into the ground to produce some software which hopefully he will release in the new year. After Jose sold the restaurant (mainly to escape the stress and grow back the hair he lost) we stayed friends. Every week just about Jose, Matt and I would go to our regular cafe (which I won't mention because it wasn't that good to be completely honest) and drink coffee. I don't know how many times I would use them as an excuse to procrastinate when I had an assignment to work on. In fact I think it is logical to blame them at least in part for the excruciatingly dragged out time it has taken for me to get this far in my studies. We would go through every aspect of my life. Mostly the prospective boyfriend was analysed and screened (without their knowledge of course) by these two men, who gave me advice (wanted or not) and they then councelled me after the inevitable break-up. Seriously, as friends go, these guys know me, bad and good! The only person who knows more is Darian! 

So the day is over now and I need to go home. I hope I have cleared up the misunderstanding my friends have developed thinking if I don't write about them I don't care about them. I do care about you all. Trust me I would not be the same person without you!

Love always,


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Part of the blogging community

I am doing my best to involve myself in the blogging community (It isn't healthy being alone in my head all by myself after all!). The place I started was Blogs of Note. 'Tangobaby' is my favorite at the moment. The author directed me to a quiz site called "HelloQuizzy". A quick disclaimer before I continue, the results of quizzes like this are about as useful to me as my horoscope so I don't know that I will be altering my life based on the results! (On horoscopes... Astrology not to be confused with Astronomy... a subtle differentiation which has got me into trouble in the past). 
According to this particular quiz, I am most like Doris Day. Tangobaby is Marilyn Monroe, Who are you?

You are a Doris -- "I must help others."

Dorises are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs.

 How to Get Along with Me

* Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific.   (Often!!!!)

  • * Share fun times with me.   (Because I don't like being bored)
  • * Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours. (This one only loosely applies to me)
  • * Let me know that I am important and special to you. (Again.... Often.. I need constant reassurance)
  • * Be gentle if you decide to criticize me. (Because I am trying very hard to please you and if you don't like me it is representative of me failing you)

 In Intimate Relationships

  • * Reassure me that I am interesting to you.  (Poor Darian has to put up with this all the time)
  • * Reassure me often that you love me. (and I will tell you too!)
  • * Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me.  (Obviously!) 

What I Like About Being a Doris

  • * being able to relate easily to people and to make friends (Mostly)
  • * knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better  (Or at least thinking that I do)
  • * being generous, caring, and warm (Don't laugh, I actually think I am)
  • * being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings (Again... at least I think that I am) 
  • * being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor (Ok this is pretty much straight out of my resume!)

What's Hard About Being a Doris

  • * not being able to say no (True)
  • * having low self-esteem (Not particularly True)
  • * feeling drained from overdoing for others (Even if I haven't done anything for anybody else!)
  • * not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish (True, actually this one is an absolute pain in the you know what! Why? Because mostly if I had just done what I had wanted to in the first place, no-one would have cared or noticed!)
  • * criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should (Depends on my mood)
  • * being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tume in to them (Yep that is true. I think everyone should be able to read my mind)
  • * working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings (Real feelings? what are those?) 

Maybe there is a gap between what I wish was me and what actually is. Interesting topic come to think of it. To illuistrate further: My friend Matt had a personality quiz once where he asked me about my favorite animals. (Again, don't rewrite your life based on this because it is again pretty close to astrology). It goes like this: 

1. What is your favorite animal?
2. What is your second favorite animal?
3. What animal do you not like (or if you are like me and can't hate animals because they are just animals... what animal would you like least)? 

For me the answers are as follows:
1. Jaguar 
2. Dragon fly
3. Toads

What does this say about me? Well... you need to think in terms of character traits. Yes I am aware that animals are not people but when you think of a particular animal it has personality traits associated with it. For example: dogs - dependable, cats - aloof, mice - nervous. I am sure you understand what I am talking about. The first answer is what you would like to be. So for the jaguar, the traits I want for myself - strong, stable, independent and relaxed. The second answer represents what you are right now. For the dragon fly - flighty, unsettled, fun and slightly neurotic. Lastly the least favorite animal represents what you dislike in others. The toad represents for me a scavenger who thrives on others suffering and environmental destruction. This test works for me. 

I will conclude with my horoscope for the week (as per a random newsletter at my coffee place): 
Pisces: The achievements you accomplish add to your self-acceptance and self-esteem. There will be an active interest in  parental responsibilities. 
But this time I think I will pretend to be a virgo because theirs is much more specific. 
Virgo: If you have a clear goal, you can make significant progress and work with great satisfaction now. An opportunity to do what you really want, is likely. 
Damn I don't have a goal. Maybe I will give up now before it gets to crazy.

Have a good week/night guys! 
Love to all!
- Jane

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

This is a case of Friend Neglect

The reason for my blog today is because of the following comment on my Facebook 'Wall': 
alright 3 things about your blog missy...

1. change the backgroud i cant read it and neither can anyone elxse without destroying there retina...

2. very dissappointed that there was no mention of my visit, nor was there a mention of the fully sick party i threw by taking over the bar at the exford hotel, nor was there a mention of just my average
 greatness during that period of time... (last time i help you move)

and 3. there is no mention of missing me or any of the other friends in vegas that you left behind... thats just rude....
Lucas has been my friend for years and years and yet he still does not understand! I like colour and don't freak out it will not damage your retina. Geeze! Are you a man or a mouse? Meanwhile I think mice probably wouldn't mind the colours. But just for you I will do my best to find a less intense colour scheme.  

As for the next two comments - Fair call. I did not mention your visit but it was a highlight and now I feel sorry that I didn't. It was a crazy week when you came here and I certainly wasn't blogging at the time. Here is my public apology for being a slack friend and neglecting you even though you are of OVER average greatness for helping us move and generally for putting up with me for the last couple of years. I feel it is necessary to clarify however that the party you threw at the Exford consisted of you, me, Darian and some of the residents of the backpackers getting well smashed, followed by the black-out between the pub and home and finally a killer hangover the next day. You can't claim that you started a party!

It looks like we are suffering from a case of Friend Neglect! I can promise though Lucas that coffee isn't the same when it is just me, no matter how good it tastes (and just to settle the debate once and for all, Melbourne coffee is better). I haven't forgotten you my friend and so I will make more of an effort to show you that! *smiles* 

xox Love Always 

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Christmas Adventures

So it is almost Christmas. Crazy how fast this year has gone. Like a magician pulling the table cloth out from under everything. We are still standing even though the whole year has been swept away!

Darian and I went to see the Myer Christmas parade in the main street here in Melbourne. It was fun! Andrew Gaze waved at me! The street was blocked off for the parade but because I am only small and there were heaps of kids that were in front of me, I couldn't see anything (no that isn't a mis-type, most kids are either taller than me or at least over eye level!) and it was hot and crowded . So we went to a chinese restaurant which has a balcony overlooking the street. Not only did we get the perfect seats without anything blocking our view, the restaurant has a license so I had a glass of bubbly while Darian had beer and we enjoyed the parade in fully catered style! I cannot believe more people didn't do what we did, it was almost deserted! 

We bought a real live Christmas tree this year for something a bit different. Darian remembers real christmas trees from his childhood. I think that my brother and I must have had a real one at some stage but when we moved to Queensland I distinctly remember we decorated random plants that mum had bought for the garden. Darian thinks that is funny. My mum loves to work in the garden so I think that we didn't have an actual christmas tree because it was an excuse to buy a plant that she wanted. Seeing as mum always got short changed at Christmas I figure that it would be her Christmas gift in a way. Us kids thought it was great either way and we always had fun decorating it and the rest of the house. 

Darian's mum is a bit more traditional with the tree and everything. Christmas would have been pretty different in that house I think! Darian's mum would spend a lot of time getting everything prepared and the tree decorations just right. The one Christmas I spent with Darian's family was very special. I guess it is because there are 4 kids in his family and they haven't had a Christmas together in a very long time (seeing as Darian left New Zealand a number of years ago). Walking into the backyard where we were going to have lunch, was like stepping into a Christmas story book (minus the snow of course because we are in the southern hemisphere). The christmas tree in the family room was just beautiful! It was colour co-ordinated with bows and everything. Unlike our tree which looks like it has been thrown up on by an elf. *laughs* Mrs Darian's mum must have been up all night cooking and there was so much food including a christmas roast and everything else. Very involved that is for absolute certain!  

Our family christmases on the other hand was a great deal less elaborate, partly because of the Queensland summer heat (especially the week of Christmas) and partly because mum doesn't do stress if she can at all prevent it. We would have salads, cheese, bbq etc. all outside on the patio. Everything was planed and organised to be as work/stress/effort free as possible right down to the paper plates so that there would be no washing up! I don't know if I could handle the craziness that goes along with having four kids (like Darian's mum had) as well as a big christmas. I much prefer my mum's style. 

For the first time ever, Darian and I are hosting Christmas and I think I am going to use mum's 'less is more' approach. I still think it is going to be nice. We only have a one bedroom apartment so it might be a little cramped but I am so excited that mum and dad are coming. We haven't had a full family Christmas in about three years and this unfortunately will be the second christmas without David (my little brother) who is in Vegas at the moment and will spend Christmas in the US. Lucky him! He might even get a real white christmas!

To everyone who is reading this, happy festive season for which-ever holiday you happen to observe. 

Love Always

Saturday, September 20, 2008

From the backpackers!

Hi guys,

Hope all is going well wherever you all are. Melbourne is starting to warm up. The trees look so pretty now and I swear I can see the little leaves starting to grow back! I have been doing some temporary work, still looking for the job that I want but having to take the ones I can get. Still I think Melboune is a pretty happening place and there is definately work to be had. I have been to a couple of interviews, some I liked some I didn't. Actually the interview process is an interesting one. I am sure everyone agrees with me when I say that it is pretty emotional. The reason it is emotional for me is because there are some qualities I not only think I posess but that I think are desireable traits to have and I am trying to convince the interviewer and in a small way I am also trying to reassure myself. One such example is that I think that I am a people person, I love people, I talk alot and I (arrogantly perhaps) think that people like and respond well to me. "So how would you describe your communication?" says the very polished and proffessional woman who has on offer a job worth 55K that I quite badly want. "Frequent" I reply without skipping a beat.

Ok... so I repeated this story to Darian and he just stared at me for a second with that 'wtf' look on his face. The interviewer however thought I was uproariously funny and I find myself thinking, maybe that particular joke (however true it may be) might not be appropriate seeing as I am trying to convince her that I am not only responsible but also sensible and capeable of looking after the job in a proffessional way. Oh, which brings me to another quirk of the job seeking process (or as I am calling it the 'emotional stuff around'). I am going for jobs in a corporate environment. I go in wearing very sensible high cut shirts with a very sensible jaket, streightened hair and make-up and part of me is screaming "They are not going to believe you!" I started washing dishes, working in bars (where I have to admit I was ashamed of the way I would swear in public) and finally in an industrial estate, and here I am trying to convince these people that I am proffessional and streight laced. What if I am not? I can wear nice clothes and speak like a princess but can a leopard really change it's spots? I am almost certain that I have type cast myself as the bar bi*ch or as the admin girl who can stand up to the boys. Corporate administrators are more like glamourous super women with harsh power suits and bob hair cuts. Maddona is capeable of 1 million looks and has (according to the Cosmopolitan Magazine I was reading at Starbucks a couple of weeks ago) continually re-invented herself over and over again. Not that I am comparing myself to Maddona, she is worth millions and if it came to it she could afford a new face ever month if she truly wanted too. I am working with a fraction of that budget so maybe I can afford a different shade of nail polish once a month *giggles*. Even if I could change the way I look/am, do I really want to? I kind of like myself.

I have a bit of a pro and con list going. Should I work in another industrial estate:

1, I will be in my comfort zone (no challenges, easy ride)
2, I can show experience and as such will probably find it easy to get a job
3, I do like the people
4, I don't need to wear make up and Jeans are practically the uniform

1, I should have stayed in Gladstone (no offence to Gladstonites but seriously I would have saved a lot of money and possibly would have achieved more)
2, I will make, at the absolute max 40K
3, I will be bored
4, I guess the people aren't that great
5, I will never leave my comfort zone again
6, I hate rubber dust, grease and all other forms of grime
7, I will never learn anything new

Oh ok, so that is an easier decision than I thought. I can think of so many cons that I don't want to bore myself let alone you people reading this, with any more. So the decision: I am going to continue with this temporary stuff until I find something corporate and hopefully more exciting. I actually feel more comfortable about the situation now.

I had an interview yesterday before I went to work (I am answering phones for a solar power distribution company during the afternoons) which was terrible. I couldn't have impressed these two women less if I had tried. I think the blonde one hated me from the second I walked into the room with her limp hand shake and lack of eye contact. As for the tall girl, well umm... not sure what happened there. Maybe short girls scare her? She couldn't make eye contact with me at all. Normally I find some sort of common ground fairly early on in the interview. After all I do think that I get on well with people. Not these girls though. It was weird, kind of like when you are talking to a puppy. He totally understands about a tenth of what you say to him but he stares at you with that bewildered wide eyed look on his face that makes you wonder if your nose flipped upside down without you noticing. I like talking to puppies though. I have to look on the bright side: at least I won't ever have to work with them. That is hard too though. I find myself questioning why they didn't like me. Could it be that I am clashing with their personalities just because sometimes that is what happens. Not everyone likes everyone. No its not that... the reason is that I am wrong... I am not a people person... in fact everybody hates me and it is because I am a useless person and a complete waste of everyones time. Reason must prevail! It can't be that either because I have friends and everyone thought I was awesome in my last job and pretty much every other job/place I have ever been.

So not only am I jobless I am also very confused.... clearly.... Actually having alot of fun though. When high school finished, I felt a real sense of emancipation because I didn't have to do the same thing every day, I got to choose the rest of my path. I think the same applies here. Its like bungee jumping. You choose to jump, you free fall with no real control which is frightning but exciting because you never know where it might take you. You might hit the water, the rope might break and you could die or... suddenly you are being flung back into the air again. If you twist around a little you might influence your direction but ultimately you just have to enjoy the ride. Right now I am bungee jumping and it is good!

xox I hope you are all having fun in your own personal adventures!


Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Hi all!

So today's blog is written from a pub in Melbourne. After much anguish I have sorted out my internet connection via my mobile phone (which, in case anyone is considering it, is great!). We have eaten far too much and had a few Heineken's so we are both relatively jovial at this stage (Darian is giving his friend relationship advice so I have some time for myself). So far Melbourne is lovely. Because it is winter, Melbourne is a mix of grey, cold and naked trees. It has all the feel of New York City only with an Australian twist. That makes it strange for me, coming from the heat and regularity of Brisbane to what seems like a whole other world. It isn't a different world though because, while the majority of the trees are deciduous there are still the ever green eucalypts scattered here and there which are so much like Queensland it makes me ache for ex-home.

The city is beautiful and there are crazy little alleys which at night are graffitied and intimidating but during the day are bright and vibrant with cafes, Barber shops, deli's and restaurants all bustling with people and flowers. It is amazing to me how the city is in places so cold and grey with little pockets of vibrant colours while yet others are made up of tall, imposing buildings of wrought iron and archaic carved stone. I am really enjoying my time here so far! Absolutely loving it.

The trip down on the other hand was chaos in a car and 3 tonne truck. Seriously I didn't realise how far it was and had thought that we would be able to take it relatively easy and stop often etc. Darian had other plans and stopping wasn't really in there anywhere. I didn't realise that my boyfriend was such a slave driver! If there wasn't at least 10 metres of road between us the whole time I would have had giant red welts on my back from the whip! It was an entertaining trip meanwhile and I am glad that I have experienced it once. Next move will be done by removalists though! To paint the scene for you: I was in my little Festiva while Darian drove the 3 tonne truck we hired from Budget for 4 days. One would think that four days would be enough and there would be no rushing... Ok I am sorry, I was a little bitter about my rush trip especially seeing as we ended up leaving really late (because of packing and stuff) and most of our driving was at night when we couldn't see anything due to the dark. Very un-cool! ... So in my car, there are blankets and a whole pile of study materials/ clothes/ various things I need at hand all the time. Sitting next to me in her plastic box is Hunny howling at the injustice of being kept in a cage rather than the house and garden she had become so used to. Finally, in a travel mug is Ferdinand, my Siamese fighting fish, who if you ask me had the most right of anyone to be pissed off about the whole situation. Funnily enough Ferdinand made the least noise the whole way. Josephine rode in the cab with Darian who was driving the truck. It annoys me that trucks were invented by men who don't understand why cars have the lever on the side of the chairs which allow the seat to move closer to the steering wheel. Seriously I think girls would be far more hard-core and into trucks and tractors and big things with engines, if only we could see over the dashboard. So long story short, Darian drove the truck because I am not long enough to reach the pedals and drive safely. Probably for the best. As soon as the cats finally settled down, the trip was a lot more enjoyable. Darian and I communicated the whole way down with two way radio's which was fun. In hindsight it would maybe have been better if we had bought new ones instead of borrowing a friends dodgy ones which only worked when they felt like it: "Turn here... Turn here.... Darian, can you hear me? Turn here!... Darian?... TURN HERE D**N YOU TURN HERE!" "Why are you flashing your lights and beeping your horn? Is everything OK? Did you say something?" I am sure you can see how that would add to the stress rather than relieving it. Still, very entertaining. I guess the main thing I realised from the whole experience is that no matter how much I like my CD collection, it is far too small and I never want to hear the Moulin Rouge sound track again.

So now we are in Melbourne, I have thoughtfully omitted the tears, arguments and negative moments and have given you the sunny parts! It was by and large a good trip, too much caffine and not enough sleep but it was OK. Ferdinand is still kicking despite a very cold cold night in his cup which would have been very miserable for him. He looks better than he has for a long time now though. He is in our backpacker room with a light on him so that he doesn't get cold. I have to say the backpackers has been very comfortable so far and the big thick walls have made it very warm! All that is left for us now is employment and hopefully a place to live and we will be set!

I will kiss you all goodnight, thank you for your attention again to my rant and I hope you are all well and happy! I am missing all the people from up north while loving my new city!

xox Love to all

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Here is to new adventures

Firstly, I would like to apologise to my loyal fans for being so slack over the last month and not blogging. I love both of you and will endeavor to do better in the future.

Darian and I are officially leaving Brisbane on the 15th of this month (that's August) to start a new adventure in Melbourne. I am feeling a whole host of emotions over our immanent relocation including; excitement, apprehension, hope, terror and nostalgia. I am of course looking forward to the change, after all as a member of the Y generation I am comfortable with and need new situations/stimuli in my life. The phenomenon of Generation Y and its differences from previous generations is very interesting to me (funnily enough) and is a topic I would like to revisit at another stage.

My apprehension and terror is specifically due to my 'fish out of water' complex. As it happens, this has developed practically overnight! We have been talking about it for so long with all of the "what if's" and the "will we? won't we?" discussions and I thought that by this stage I would be well and truly OK with the whole situation. Unfortunately, as is often the case for me, my imagination is getting the better of me. We only have two weeks to work everything out. We don't really know how much it will all cost until we get there. How bad can 3 degrees celsious actually be? I will still be in contact with my friends, I hope, and definately my family but email and post are not the same as coffee and a chat.

All of this plays on my mind and yet there is still this little part of me that is screaming "You want to see the world! What is keeping you in Brisbane! This is an adventure, just do it!" Dad said to me that I should only move to Melbourne for the right reasons. I asked if simply wanting to experience a different city was a good enough reason. He said it was and left me wondering... what exactly was he trying to say (not exactly common whith advice comming from Dad, he is usually pretty direct)? What would the wrong reason be? Perhaps running from problems? I don't know that I have had any problems, in my whole life, that would be worth running from. I think that has less to do with skill and more to do with luck really *laughs*. So without all of the unnecessary worries/stresses, all that is left is excitement! And I am so very very very excited!

I have been looking for Melbourne fasion on the internet and so far have come up with some rules for dressing in Melbourne. I am going to post them so that I can let you all know how they work/fail when I am actually living it!
1. Layers are key - 4 seasons in one day apparently so layer up, that way when it gets warm you have clothes to take off and when it cools down you have some to put back on.
2. Mittens and Booties - Oh I can absolutely see these comming in handy! It was 9 degrees celsious about three or four mornings ago and I was having a very hard time typing with frozen fingers. On the same morning in Melbourne the weather was closer to 3 degrees celsious. I am from Queensland, we like it hot... not 9 degrees and definately not 3 degrees. Regardless mittens and booties may be of assistance.
3. The Jacket - I have been told to get one good jacket that works with pants and jeans so that I can look stylish and be warm no matter what I have on underneath. Melbourne is afterall the style capital of Australia. That probably means I am going to need to go to classes or something. I can do the disorganised, chaotic, scruffy or plain look but I don't know if I can do glam or stylish.

What I am looking forward to is Melbourne Culture. I am especially excited about the museums and art galleries! Not so excited about the shopping, food, night life etc. simply because they could mean the end of my relationship. I just can't say no to a shop assistant who says "It looks lovely on you, you simply must have it!" or better yet "Yes it is gorgeous and only $500, did I mention that it is half price?". I wonder how many times I can use the phrase "Don't worry baby it was free" before it stops being believable?

So here is what has been happening since I last blogged to you all:

I have resigned from my job and only have 10 working days left. That is huge! I have been there for over 1 year! I have never had a hard time leaving a job before but this time my heart is really going out to my employer. Don't get me wrong I don't mean this in an arrogant way. Mum reminded me of a quote we both heard once: "To the important person: Take a bucket and fill it with water, put your hand in it up to the wrist, pull it out and the hole that is remaining, is a measure of how much you will be missed.", which I think is relevant here. I do not think I am irreplaceable, however, I do think that there would be a better time for them to have to find a replacement for me. They have only just taken over the business, and lets face it, the manufacturing industry as a whole is far from simple not to mention 35 years of pent up problems just waiting to surface would make this a serious challenge. I only wish that I could either, fix everything in the two weeks that I will be here or go to Melbourne and help here at the same time. Its so irronic, and frustrating, that just as my job is starting to get interesting, I am leaving! From a selfish standpoint I guess I will find other interesting and challenging jobs and I really do not need the frustration of my current position. On the other hand, and this sentiment has kept me in some shocking jobs, I feel connected to the new owners and to their plight and I would really like to help them!

We have put in our intention to leave with our landlord and will be vacating the premises by the 21st (I think) which gives us time after we finish up at our respective jobs to go visit my Mum and Dad before we head to Melbourne. I have booked tomorrow for cleaning and umm.... minor repairs on our rental house (some paint may or may not have come off the walls due to the weight of a certain someone's speakers and some dodgy stick on wall hooks). Packing is an absolute mission! I have been directed to condense four 55Litre plastic containers full of 'art equipment' (loosely translated, 'art equipment' refers to anything that I don't want to throw away as it may have use in the future even if that use is simply to become a part of my sculpture which as yet does not exist even in concept idea let alone reality) into one because apparently the truck we are hireing to drive all our stuff to Melbourne is somewhat smaller than a Boeing 747. Seriously though, I am willing to forfeight Darians 42 inch television before I want to consider getting rid of my miscellaneous c**p. I did empty all of the clothes from my wardrobe which are no longer usefull and filled two garbage bags so I think I deserve a little congratulations for my sacrifice! Do you think that means I can keep everything else? I will let you know how I go.

I know I could rattle on for many more moons, I just wanted to keep you posted on the latest developments and will attempt to do so for the rest of this adventure!!!

Love Always,


Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Deviation into something very strange

I am at the very front of the factory so that all things in and out sort of go by me (at least they are supposed to). What this means is that I am in the centre of a gossip hub. Women are very good (and I mean very good) at keeping the gossip cycle alive but I have discovered a whole new gossip culture that will shock you! Yes, that's right... in my most suspenseful, 'today-tonight' tone I will expose the juicy underbelly of truck driver culture. In my quiet, unassuming office in this quiet, yet friendly industrial estate, no-one knows that I am the victim of... gossip overexposure! "da dummmm......."

Anyway, there are a few truck drivers who come in with their gossip, often in exchange for the little that I have managed to pick up from other drivers (I mean the little that I care to repeat). Interesting breed of men actually (truck drivers that is). They look rough, smell rough and they sound rough but they work hard and have tatts on their arms saying "I love my mummy". My favorite delivery driver comes here often because we do a lot of work for the company he drives for. I don't want to give his actual name just in case he ever reads this but I will call him 'Danny the Driver'. He suffers from conditions which are taking over Australia and destroying our health and morality "da dummmm..." I still like him, he seems like a nice guy... does this mean that I am immoral and in some way contributing to this moral crisis we are now facing?

All the following is based on a couple of articles I read this morning. They are definitely worthy of note so please have a look if you have the time. I have the news on my desk-top as part of my morning ritual of starting up MYOB and reading the emails, banking etc. (not exactly work related but keeps my morning interesting). The ones I like the most are in 'Reuters Oddly Enough' very very strange world we live in!

Ok so back to the point. My friends the delivery drivers are (I can't say all of them, I am sure some go to church every Sunday and live by the church-code... Sorry... I mean commandments) smokers, eaters and cussers (I hope you like my new word! I have been reading a lot of medieval literature and decided to try to use cuss in a sentence. Just as an aside; cuss can also refer to a person or animal. *laughs*). Before I go any further I need to point out that I am not on a high horse right now. I was a smoker (and still battle occasionally with that addiction), I am an eater (I can't explain why everything tastes better when it is deep fried!) and lets face it some of the things I have said (even in front of my parents) would make Chopper Read blush! Regardless, there is no judgment here I am simply making an observation. Danny has been fighting the battle of the bulge and is now somewhat addicted to his prescribed weight loss pills. I don't think I could call him fat but apparently he was a great deal bigger. He is still an imposing sort of build standing a good foot or more over me and broad shoulders and shaved head! Apparently Danny is not alone in his war against wobble. We beat America as the worlds fattest country! I have to say I do see a little humor in this. Even though we have always known that we are collectively a little tubbier than is healthy, we still held our heads high because at least we weren't as bad as the USA. Well guys it is time to take our heads out of the sand because we beat America with 26% of us (that is 9 million people) falling into the overweight to obese category! Oh and did I mention that there is now a fat war! A US news site with the headline "Fat Chance Australia" debates that we win the 'Heavey-Weight Championship' as they weigh in with 36% overweight to obese. Please let it end here! America please, especially seeing as you are so attached to it... keep your title of 'fattest nation' because we don't want it! Photobucket

Ok so this was not the end of my entertainment today. It turns out that columnist for Sydney's Daily Telegraph Piers Akerman, says that Australia is becoming less civilized! Now I have to say that while there will be some who gasp in horror... I personally am not all that surprised that someone has put this concept to print. Darian (my New Zealand born boyfriend) has payed me out mercilessly for the past two years that my countrymen are of the crassest on the globe (meanwhile, have you heard what the New Zealanders do to sheep?). Another deviation I am afraid: I have to include the dictionary meaning of crass because it is too funny to leave out!
- adjective:
1. without refinement, delicacy, or sensitivity; gross; obtuse; stupid: crass commercialism; a crass misrepresentation of the facts.
2. archaic. thick; coarse.
(I know you can think of at least one friend who fits all of those descriptions!)
We have a culture of crudeness according to the Governor-General which is coming out of our televisions! (I do paraphrase and in a way, take out of context here so you might want to check the actual article I am referring to here) And as sure as Jack Thompson will crucify computer games for their inappropriateness to children so too does the Governor General criticise the value of television programs (aimed at adults) for their negative impact on society. The program I am talking about, for those of you who have been under a rock for the past 6 months or so, is Gordon Ramsay's Hells Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares. As someone who has spent a lot of time in Kitchens I feel it is my duty to point out that if I had worked with Ramsay, he would have to be amongst the tamest chefs I have ever seen! The shock displayed in the popular media due to his occasional... OK fine I mean excessive... dropping of the ''F-Bomb"though is probably the most entertaining part of the whole story.

It bothers me a little though that there are members of our society who want to sensor this sort of program. One of our more prominent Australian politicians Don Chipp has been quoted as saying that censorship is evil in a free society. I guess that I agree with his view here. Still it seems that Ramsay may take a place on the banned list with Noddy. This is the only television program that my household doesn't mind wasting half an hour on. He is entertaining and passionate and watching him carrying on is definitely good TV viewing. I don't think it adds to the crassness of my nature, in fact I think it is the crassness of my nature which makes me want to watch it in the first place so it can't do any harm there. I think that Ramsay says it best himself... "I don't mean to swear, its just the muppets I have to work with sometimes... It's high pressure, high energy and most importantly - real"
"Turn-over, isn't that easier?" Says the chef in an article titled "Celebrity Chef Gordon Ramsay tells Australian Senate Critics to Flick Off" If the article had been honest I don't think the word 'Flick' would have been used so already we have been censored!

My point is (and I knew you didn't think I would ever get there) that there are some really horrible things going on out there I would think that swearing on television and figuring out who is the fattest would be the last on the to-fix-list! How about the woman who was found in her lounge room 42 years after she died? She had a 'missing person' report filed and no one checked her house? Or six feet found washed up on the beach but the sixth one was a hoax... someone had put a dead animal foot in a shoe? I am sure you can think of hundreds of things more poignant than even that.

Thank you again for tuning in to my rant. Its been a long one thats for sure.

xox Jane

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