Wow - I really hate it here
At work....
On the first day in my new job, I was asked whether I would like mobile phone, brought up to speed with the manner of acquiring a vehicle, offered all the stationery in the land, sat down at my (practically) new computer and was given the (not insubstantial) budget for my project.
On the second day in my new job, I attended the staff Christmas party. In the afternoon, I was called into my supervisor’s office and given a 20 per cent pay rise.
On the third day in my new job I was told that I could count any lunches/cocktail parties etc as “work” because I was networking, as well as all travel to and from any location I was required to be.
On my fourth day in my new job, my supervisor observed, “I don’t think anyone should have to work on weekends. I certainly don’t”*.
And in the home...
On the first day in my new house, I went to the café I like the most and was made an instant “local” with associated discount
On the second day in my new house, I got in the car and drove three minutes to the beach.
On the third day in my new house, I got in the car and drove three minutes to the beach and managed to avoid running into anyone I know while splashing about in the waves with Mr Fix and Grizzlewick, (who continues to delight the locals with his high-pitched singalong with ‘Jingle Bells’ in the supermarket)
On the fourth and fifth days in my new house I went for 45 minute walks at 6am and almost ran into the gutter when several people said “hello” to me while walking in the other direction
On the sixth day in my new house I walked for 45 minutes and then ran ONE WHOLE LAP of the local high school hockey oval
Crap things that have happened that are more than made up for by the above
Removalists lost my rice-steamer
Childcare waiting list enormous
Sunburnt on Sunday – totally my own fault for rediscovering Palmers Cocoa Butter oil BEFORE heading out in the sun with a skimpy singlet on
Too tired to blog (which I believe is like being “Too drunk to f***”, Dead Kennedys- style, but couldn’t swear to it)
* It's possible my standards are really low, coming as I do from a high-stress job where I felt lots of ownership of the project. Then again, it's possible that everyone should move to regional Victoria and work in my workplace.
UPDATE ON JAMES-REYNE-A-RAMA: Glad to see that James Reyne gets all of you so worked up. Who would have thought? With the exception of this rather indulgent post about how awesome everything is right now, I’m seriously considering making all most posts about James Reyne in the future.
On the first day in my new job, I was asked whether I would like mobile phone, brought up to speed with the manner of acquiring a vehicle, offered all the stationery in the land, sat down at my (practically) new computer and was given the (not insubstantial) budget for my project.
On the second day in my new job, I attended the staff Christmas party. In the afternoon, I was called into my supervisor’s office and given a 20 per cent pay rise.
On the third day in my new job I was told that I could count any lunches/cocktail parties etc as “work” because I was networking, as well as all travel to and from any location I was required to be.
On my fourth day in my new job, my supervisor observed, “I don’t think anyone should have to work on weekends. I certainly don’t”*.
And in the home...
On the first day in my new house, I went to the café I like the most and was made an instant “local” with associated discount
On the second day in my new house, I got in the car and drove three minutes to the beach.
On the third day in my new house, I got in the car and drove three minutes to the beach and managed to avoid running into anyone I know while splashing about in the waves with Mr Fix and Grizzlewick, (who continues to delight the locals with his high-pitched singalong with ‘Jingle Bells’ in the supermarket)
On the fourth and fifth days in my new house I went for 45 minute walks at 6am and almost ran into the gutter when several people said “hello” to me while walking in the other direction
On the sixth day in my new house I walked for 45 minutes and then ran ONE WHOLE LAP of the local high school hockey oval
Crap things that have happened that are more than made up for by the above
Removalists lost my rice-steamer
Childcare waiting list enormous
Sunburnt on Sunday – totally my own fault for rediscovering Palmers Cocoa Butter oil BEFORE heading out in the sun with a skimpy singlet on
Too tired to blog (which I believe is like being “Too drunk to f***”, Dead Kennedys- style, but couldn’t swear to it)
* It's possible my standards are really low, coming as I do from a high-stress job where I felt lots of ownership of the project. Then again, it's possible that everyone should move to regional Victoria and work in my workplace.
UPDATE ON JAMES-REYNE-A-RAMA: Glad to see that James Reyne gets all of you so worked up. Who would have thought? With the exception of this rather indulgent post about how awesome everything is right now, I’m seriously considering making all most posts about James Reyne in the future.
posted by gigglewick at
5:20 pm
9 Comments:
Oh that sounds magnificent! Go you!
I guess you'll have to cook your rice the old-fashioned way: drenched in Palmers Cocoa Butter Oil.
Surely we have exhausted all possible facets of the James Reyne Zeitgeist. There cannot be any more juice to be wrung from that piece of fruit. That topic is done. There, I've said it.
But, again, all of this winnage is fabulous to read. Good on you.
Hooray for GW!
I love it when life is grand!
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Sounds like a great job :) Is your beach as pretty as the one I pictured on my blog yesterday? :)
Harpo and Meva,
I love it when life is grand too. It's been a while. Lucky the DLP didn't win government or I'd be back to the kitchen sharpish so that blokes could have all the good jobs.
Harpo: no need to fear, Mr Fix bought rice steamer post-haste. I have Chinese heritage (my grandfather is Chinese) and even still my cooking of rice the "traditional way" (my family favours the absorption method) is less than exemplary. However I am a wizard with a pair of chopsticks.
Snoskred,
MY beach (TM) does get lots of points for being close to my house. And also, will post some pictures here soon of the delightfulness that it is - I have been very jealous of your photojournal.
I'm actually in favour of seeing how many James Reyne posts can fit into the one blog. That man simply does not get enough attention.
Very excited to hear that things are going so well for you. If I ever try the rural Victoria thing again then I must remember to PICK A TOWN WITH A BEACH next time.
Yay, Gigglewick! Hurrah for you! What a nice score!
Right, I'm going to post some pictures of MY beach this weekend and make everyone in the known universe jealous (or at least those with no beaches at the end of their collective street). Ha! :)
Is this job for serious? I didn't believe such wonders existed! I live in fear that i shall never know such a bounty, but will spend the rest of my days as a lowly temp on a measly hourly rate.
By the way, are you aware that your link to Meva's blog is redirecting to this site?
INCraig,
Yes. You really must. In the words of Ferris Bueller, "it is so choice"*.
Redcap,
haven't done the photo thing yet, but really really must.
Audrey,
Yes, it's for serious. Way serious.
Re Meva's site/or lack thereof. Yes, put that down to my slackness (and when I say slack, I mean, lazy, not some other kind of filth). It's fixed now. Gah.
* I'm not sure if Ferris Bueller is completely through his cool - dorky - post-modern/cool cycle yet. But then who cares?
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