8:06am, Monday the 16th of June
Awake enough to begin typing for the day.
And thus begins the new working week. So far it is severely lacking in coffee and cigarettes, but that is nothing that can’t be fixed.
I start this week already overdue on time-recording that was meant to be completed last Friday. And god only knows how behind I am on my WRs. On top of that, I need to organise some doughnuts for the next meeting and start planning for the GCI* Book Club. Fortunately, I know just the right people I need to get this off of the ground, (meanwhile, if you show any kind of enthusiasm in my team, you may as well have the plague!)
Lets chat work later. For now I would like to talk about trains. I am sitting on the train now and enjoying the mind-numbing babble from some uninteresting loudmouths behind me. There is a woman over there on her laptop, also using the same email program I use. I wonder if she also works for GCI? It looks like a XXX which is a few models higher than mine. There is a most arrogant woman on the other side of the row of me with her bag on the seat so of course, no-one else can sit there. She looks like a total selfish bag. As per usual, lots of people are snoozing, preparing for the day ahead.
Manners today are a thing of the past and when you’re catching trains, it’s a perfect example. Today for instance, I was getting on the train and some woman pushed in front of me, I found that most annoying, so we’re walking into the train and she goes to go upstairs and I head downstairs, all of a sudden she has turned around, I’m assuming its because there were no fully empty seats up there, and she has shoved her way in front of me. Taking the seat I was going to take. It appears that women especially seem to be rude and selfish on trains, but the men are bad too.
Now it is Gen-Y who gets labeled as the rude, selfish, cut-throat, narcissistic types but looking around on this carriage, I’d see about 5 out of about 22 people here are Gen-Y, if that? (including me) And of the rude people I have dealt with already, they would probably both be around Gen-X or above. Actually, unless with good reason, I seem to notice Gen-Y being very polite in general while it is Gen-X and Baby Boomers who are rude, not only to us but to each other. (naturally I am not including middle-easteners)
Right now, my biggest wish, is a hot cappuccino, a cigarette, and some spare time to apply my makeup!
10:03am, Same day
At my desk.
My wish has come true! The coffee has been consumed, the nicotine has been inhaled and the makeup has been applied. I am readily caffeinated, nicotine..ated? And my business face is ON! (if only I could get my hair to all stay in it’s ponytail!)
Time is now all sorted out, and the WR can wait. Now I must venture off into unknown land to create a book club! Naturally I shall be Googleing “How to start a book club”.
And I have the perfect book too! And I seriously recommend it to anyone in the business environment who, like me, is very new-age spiritual (I’m Wiccan actually). Or even anyone who checks their horoscope! It is a must have tool and I have only just penetrated the first few pages. The book is called “Signs Of Success: The Remarkable Power of Business Astrology”
Hmm, lets get to work.
7:14pm, Same Day
Cold at X TAFE
Here I am, visiting Synch at TAFE. I brought my laptop with me as I knew I would be early and would have time to enjoy a cigarette and type in my blog. Unfortunately, because of an unforeseen task landing on my lap, I could not keep the regular updates and now have to do the rest of the day “In Review”
Pretty much, I copped a huge…- hold on, here’s Synch(The Best Friend) , will start typing again soon
7:23am, Tuesday the 17th of June
On a bus with schoolchildren, needing a coffee
Ok then, after Synch appeared, we chatted for a while, then I went back to my mother’s house, where I could not be fucked typing anymore until I got back from seeing Synch after the end of TAFE. So naturally in a display of perfect timing and annoyance, Synch cons me into going back to his place for the night (pretty much a usual Monday night)
How about I backtrack for a sec. Starting where I left off at 7:14pm last night.
I copped a huge task that involved working with a new program (I was pretty much the beta tester) and it was unpredictable, buggy, missing files and just a general shit. Oh and this task was urgent, meant to of been done days ago but a certain someone didn’t manage to get it done and waited until I had all of only 6 hours to work on it to tell me to do it. Naturally I was rushing all day and not in the best of moods.
Then 2:59pm rocks around and my sister calls up, concerned because our mother was supposed to pick her up but hadn’t, and she couldn’t get a hold of her. I told her to calm down and to leave her number and I would call mother and see if I could get through and call her if I did. She told me not to worry and that she would sort it out. You know, one of those “What if there has been an accident? What if she has been in a car crash or something else bad has happened? Naturally I tried to dismiss it.
About an hour later I get a call from my sister saying that she has been in a car accident (FUCK!). Now if you are wondering about the calm note of this post, it’s cause she’s fine. She just hit a rock and cracked the fuel tank or something and had to spend the night in some country town last night with her boyfriend (who was also in the car). So yeah, no biggie.
Shortly after receiving that call, it was COB time, and the task was most definitely NOT finished. So after some IM’ing, emailing and re-emailing, I finally got something that was up to “His Royal Highness’” standards and I went to get the bus out to one of the houses I sometimes sleep at to pick up my work coat (right now and yesterday I’ve been having to wear a small weekend jacket. Stylish, yet makes me look fat when I wear it with this shirt.) And then! I had a brain flash! Why not call, go over to mother’s house where my sister is alone for the night and probably has no food. So I call her up (and I’m trippin on the phone, yeah? Nah not really.) And I ask if she needs company/supplies. Turns out there was no toothpaste or food for dinner so I offered some company/supplies. Apparently she didn’t need the company but meh. So in my full big-brother glory I turn up with toothpaste and blow money I couldn’t afford to blow on pizza, hahah.
Then I go out to TAFE and visit Synch (refer to above) start typing, go back to mother’s house, go back out to see Synch, and go back to his house (I made sure my sister was all right and honesty, it seems like she was better off without me there, lol)
And now I am here, at a bus stop (have been typing for a while now) and it is now time…..
*GCI = Generic Computer Industry
