uh oh. sophie ellis-bextor syndrome, all of my posts so far begin with I. as in i. as in all about me. just like sophie's stuff, er....I've been talking to myself again...I know whats good for you...I can move this mountain...I know I know I know I know I know I know, about your kind..." I need a holiday.
I'd say it was by a strange twist of fate that somehow my department fell into the libraries section at work, but I strongly doubt that this is the case. More like someone totally fudging things up when it all began. As a result of this we all have to do this eight week teach-yourself-computers course, doesn't matter how good you are already, you have to do this course. I finished mine last week, and though I behaved like a complete smartass at the beginning ("but I have a degree in Information Systems!") I have to admit I couldn't help getting into it. Still a crap thing to have to go through. For eight weeks you keep having to repeat yourself "I don't work in a library setting, and do not serve the public!"
Was just about to end that post when I realise a photographer has walked in. He's taking action shots of people. Must hide.
Was just about to end that post when I realise a photographer has walked in. He's taking action shots of people. Must hide.
since i left you: the avalanches
i've come to a decision about my favourite song. i personally never thought there could be such a thing, for me coming up with your most favourite song ever is like signing away the rest of your life to this one song, but i think i know what i'm doing.
but then again, i can always listen to 'you're so cool' on a loop as well.
i've come to a decision about my favourite song. i personally never thought there could be such a thing, for me coming up with your most favourite song ever is like signing away the rest of your life to this one song, but i think i know what i'm doing.
but then again, i can always listen to 'you're so cool' on a loop as well.
i suppose one of the reasons why people have blogs is to kind of let go: just babble on about everything and anything. a lot of the blogs i've seen, it's like, "went-here-then-there-saw-him-saw-her-she-said-this-i-said-what-she-said-no-really". my first blog is in danger of falling into that loop, so let me get it over with here. my day. i get up, get the bus to work, send emails all day to the people i actually like at work, and smile at those i pretend i like. and do some work. then it's go home, catch up with the family before i lock myself away in my room for their safety. not much, is it? but i like it that way. too much interaction with people can be really bad for me.
anyway, i was talking about letting go. i keep thinking that if i get started on here i won't stop (something conrad lodziak should know all about). let me give an example, not a blog entry example but an example where one day i hit the release button. i always lost at fights with my brother jig, he's 2 years younger than me and he can really mess with your head, by the end you admit defeat and work out ways to kill yourself. i'm pretty good at controlling my anger, but it can take one teeny tiny little thing and i'll explode. one day he pushed me too far and i grabbed the nearest thing and proceeded to beat the living hell out of him. think joe pesci's lil brother getting his head smashed with baseball bats in casino, in this case i was holding metal piping from our vax vacuum cleaner, were they status symbols or what. it took two of my older brothers to stop me. the best thing is that my brother never messed with my head ever again after that. so if i get started on here, i might never stop, and that may turn out to be a bad thing.
anyway, i was talking about letting go. i keep thinking that if i get started on here i won't stop (something conrad lodziak should know all about). let me give an example, not a blog entry example but an example where one day i hit the release button. i always lost at fights with my brother jig, he's 2 years younger than me and he can really mess with your head, by the end you admit defeat and work out ways to kill yourself. i'm pretty good at controlling my anger, but it can take one teeny tiny little thing and i'll explode. one day he pushed me too far and i grabbed the nearest thing and proceeded to beat the living hell out of him. think joe pesci's lil brother getting his head smashed with baseball bats in casino, in this case i was holding metal piping from our vax vacuum cleaner, were they status symbols or what. it took two of my older brothers to stop me. the best thing is that my brother never messed with my head ever again after that. so if i get started on here, i might never stop, and that may turn out to be a bad thing.
so i sorted my pay issue out. apparently i get a confirmation letter, and all should look rosy on my december payslip (read: backdated!). just in time for christmas, cept i don't do christmas. was also informed that it was possible my contract would be extended to 2006. shoot me now.
f*ck f*ck f*ck. turns out i've been underpaid since i've been at this here job (8 months). must do something. today. one of my ex-colleagues who's been working in my old department from way back when had been underpaid for three years. they covered it up by saying it was overdue by six months, not 36. so they gave her a teeny weeny payrise to compensate. bastards.
i'm thinking i hate this place, this job, but i have to show staying power on account of a varied CV. i have to walk through a neighbouring office to get to mine. just wandering around this building, it's like 90% of the people should be in a film by the coen brothers, which inevitably makes me think: what the hell am i doing here?!
i'm thinking i hate this place, this job, but i have to show staying power on account of a varied CV. i have to walk through a neighbouring office to get to mine. just wandering around this building, it's like 90% of the people should be in a film by the coen brothers, which inevitably makes me think: what the hell am i doing here?!