My feet hurt!!! By God do they hurt!!! (Not that I believe in God [interesting read there, by the way], but that's another story and shall be told another time.) Standing up virtually all day... running here and there... Argh!

I got paid today! w00t! I'm rich! BUT I don't get paid for another month, so I still have to be careful. Darn! ;)

*yawn*

I have two papercuts. They're quite painful, especially as they're both in places that just keep getting got. They have no chance to heal up, they're constantly irritated! But what can you expect, when you spend most of each day filing, shuffling paper. Meh!

BOO! I know it's been a few days, I'm a lazy biatch. The big news is, we got the house! Yes, the so-called "first one" spoken of in Saturday's post! We move on March 14th. And we're allowed to have a cat there! Very exciting. Offers to assist us in the move are coming out my ears, but we should be able to make do with both our dads helping out.

Speaking of my dad, I got an email from him/my dog today, it's pasted below. :)

Hi Stacy,

I' ve got a couple of questions:

What is your new address please.
I need to send you a parcel, Neville at the Post Office will give me a Tiffy Bag, and I've got something to go in it.
Getting it into the post box slot was a problem, but with Ronny's car now being parked in the garage, he wont notice a bit of a bump when he backs out.
He he he he.

Second question
Is a gay dog a woofter?

woofity woof

HAHAHAHA how cute is that? :)

Oh, I should say something about the job, shouldn't I. The guys are great, and so is Kattie (the girl I'm replacing). But she's gone now! I'm going to be all alone! The only administrator! I confess I'm scared, and there's a lot I don't know or don't remember. I can only hope I'll pick it up as I go along...

Me and Dave went looking at a couple of places to move into today, in Mitcham. The first one we looked at was a house on it's own block, a little bit old and not fantastically maintained, but three bedrooms and a decent size. The second one was a unit, more recently refurbished and nicer inside, but I think slightly smaller, also connected to the neighbours and there was a little noise from them. Anyway, we're applying for both of them, I think I'd be happy with either. How exciting!

I got a job! Yeah! Me! Stace! Job! w00t! With MCD, as mentioned below, and I start tomorrow!!! w00t!!! w00t!!! w00t!!! I'm the Office Administrator - as in, the only office administrator! Talk about responsibility! It's rather daunting! But I'm sure I'll be fine.

Well, today was a day and a half! I went to Centerlink first to hand in my form (and found out that the number of jobs I must apply for each fortnight has dropped from ten to four!), and just as I was leaving their office I got a call about a job I applied for yesterday or today, which sounds really interesting and challenging, so I now have two job interviews tomorrow! One in a law firm (which I'm not looking forward to, because I called the woman to reschedule today and she sounded like a sour old biddy), and one with MCD Australia (project managers), which was the one I received the call about today. I believe the correct terminology is... "w00t!"

I think I was going to post something here. But I forget what! Or maybe I was going to change the template again, I do remember thinking I should change the colour of the links. Maybe later, it's late tonight and bed is soon.

Ok dudes and dudettes, we have a New Forum! All old posts were lost, but I don't think it matters too much as there wasn't anything important there anyway! But this one just looks so much cooler!

Guess What I got for Valentines Day? I bet you'll never guess.

I got nothing. That's right! No flowers, no chocolates, no sex, no "I love you". Nothing! I wouldn't say that I'm materialistic, but I am disappointed! All day I was sitting there wondering what would be brought home for me - and it was nothing. I wasn't even treated any differently, it was just a normal night - that is to say, the computer and a car magazine had rather a lot of his attention. I bought chocolates for him! I should eat them myself. After all, I paid for them, and if he'd bought me chocolates I wouldn't have to eat his!

Yeesh, it's only been a couple of days and already I'm in trouble for not updating! Keep your shirt on, Uncle Pat, everyone's allowed their lazy patches!

I'd update this hunk of junk more often if there was actually something to say. But I'm not doing anything at the moment, just cleaning my place up a bit, attempting to re-write my failed novel, and practising singing. Oh, and watching kids movies. Last night was Annie and A Little Princess, and today will be Pollyanna.

I'm going to have to get back into the whole applying for jobs and keeping CenterStink happy, if I want any money coming my way. Which I do.

When I need support, I get lectured.

I can't believe they said I was "smug"! I'm so pissed off. Bloody lawyers, can't they take a fucking joke? Smug my arse.

I just got a call from my job agency, I didn't get the job. They wouldn't say why. They'll give me feedback when I go in tomorrow for one day's work there. As you may imagine, I'm not happy.

I wrote a quick something last night, a bit of a self-portrait in writing, I called it A Night In The Life and there it is. It's a bit odd, not really thought through, and not well structured, but it almost defeats the purpose of a self-portrait, if you don't make it true to yourself. So I didn't even read it over, just wrote it and uploaded it for your perusal!
I also uploaded myself singing Total Eclipse of the Heart, it's not very good though.

Anthromophism makes no real sense. When you think about it, the "human" characteristics we imagine in animals are things like compassion, kindness, love - in other words, all the things that most humans barely show! Is a dog more human than a human? Perhaps compassion, kindness and love in humans should be called doglike, rather than being called human-like in dogs.

I've just been spalking in toonerisms.

I have always wanted to be something other than what I am. I remember clearly, as a child I would make up stories in my mind and act them out, being the beautiful princess or the wise peasant girl, whatever character I could come up with that I would rather be, than myself, in any situation instead of in my mother's garden with no playmates. I have wondered if this indicates some subconscious dissatisfaction with myself and my life, but surely six or seven is too young to even have such a concept? Even now, when I read a particularly good fiction book, I wish myself to be one of those characters, with interesting things happening, in interesting places which exist, in truth, only in the minds of children. Life has largely been a big disappointment to me. I was never swept off my feet by a tall handsome stranger, I've never even seen a palace or met a princess, and despite my exhaustive efforts I have never shown the slightest hint of magical or psychic abilities. I have wanted so many things so badly, and none have come to pass. Is everyone so disappointed upon growing up? Is everyone shocked by the realisation that fiction truely is fiction and will never be otherwise? How can everyone claim to be happy, when all the things they wish would happen, never do?

Bitches! I don't find out if I've got this job for real until Monday - at the earliest! I wanted to START on Monday! I need money! I got $100 out of the work experience, which was good... but I need more! More I tell you!

*The funniest thing I've seen in ages*
If that link doesn't work, or has expired, I've uploaded a copy of it here. Definately worth a read!

Work was pretty good today, I got some praise from J for good typing, which was very encouraging especially after J was the one I was intimidated by!
I'm always so tired when I get home, though. It's a real effort not to crash on the bed and snooze for a couple of hours.

I got an electricity bill today, which I've been dreading, but it was a lot less than I was expecting so in a way I'm pleasantly surprised! Still, I called the electricity company as soon as I got home and arranged a payment plan of $40 a fortnight which gives me two whole months! I love payment plans! I still have a phone bill to pay, I believe, that's about $35 which is $32 more than I have! It'll have to wait. I so hope I get this job for real. I need the money!

I think I'm too easily intimidated. I've just got to stand up to these lawyers, tell them the truth, and ask them to do a couple of simple things to make life easier for me! For instance, spelling things out on the dictaphone, so I don't have to listen over and over to the same muffled sound and make a rather uninspired guess! K spells things out, speaks clearly, and at the end of her dictation she records "Thanks Stacy" which is very nice! J on the other hand, doesn't speak clearly and doesn't spell anything out, which makes it hard as hell to type from her tapes! So far they're the only ones I've typed stuff up like that for, so I can't say about the rest of them. I imagine G would be nice like K, but SV (as opposed to SE) might be a bit too busy to have time for that sort of thing. SE is a very nice woman, but perhaps a tad scatterbrained? She may not think of it, but I'm sure she'd be very apologetic if I made any complaints to her!

Enough initials yet? I just don't want to mention anybody by name. Especially not if I say bad things about them!

Anyway, this morning was a little bit slow, but I had J's typing this afternoon so that kept me a bit busy.

G heard me on the phone a couple of times this morning, and hung around giving small but helpful critisisms. Critisism is a negative word. While she was telling me what I'd done wrong, she told me in a nice way, intending only to help, I'm sure.

Anyway, enough crap.

*goes to collapse on bed*

Start of the second week. This getting-up-early thing really sucks. It was a novelty the first few days, now it's a nuisance! Ah well, hopefully soon it will become just the way things are. It was nice to have a couple of sleep-ins on the weekend.

Anyway, I should go and have a shower, and do all that before-work stuff. By the way, I know Uncle Pat will be reading this, because he told me he reads it every day... hi Pat! If I have a chance I'll take a peek at The Observation Deck from work.

We went and had a look at a place to live yesterday in Mitcham. Looks pretty nice, and we're applying for it. The main problem is that I have to give 28 days notice before leaving here. I might end up paying rent on two different places for a week or two. It's a pain, but it also may mean that we can stretch out the moving process instead of doing it all in one weekend.

*gasp* I didn't write anything yesterday! Shame on me! I guess I was a bit tired, also Dave and I watched Romeo and Juliet, and I did my dishes. Wow, domesticism! Did I just make up a word? No idea. We might be going to see Bowling for Columbine tonight, too. Dave's paying, of course, as I have about $40 to my name, and I don't know when I'll be getting more money. Can't wait till I have money of my own, an income from work!