Job interview this morning went pretty well. Group interview, like I said, there were seven of us. The job is for CGU (in other words, not the same as the RACV job mentioned below), for their call centre - customer service! $32.5k suits me just fine, just for sitting there and taking calls! Sounds like there's good opportunities for advancement within the company, too.

After the inteview I went and had lunch with the old Countrywide Media crew, not that there's many left. High staff turnover, there! Even super-seller Michael is looking for another job. Other super-seller Kane has already left. Not many of my friends left!

I had another call about a job, it woke me up! Oddly, it sounds exactly like the other job I have an interview for. I wonder if RACV listed the job with more than one agency? I have one of those feelings, you know when you feel like something isn't quite right but there's no way of being certain? The woman I spoke to this morning mentioned that it was RACV and the job starts on June 23rd. The other chick who called on Tuesday didn't mention the company or the start date. But they're even both group interviews! Sounds rather similar to me!

I haven't done anything today, so there's not much point in updating! I washed dishes, applied for a few jobs, then Dave got home and we went out for dinner, and that's it!

What The Cat Did

And ads! He gets annoyed if i "mute" the TV when ads come on... how weird is that? Being annoyed by not hearing the annoying ads.

I've just asked Dave to choose between me cooking him dinner, and Big Brother, and he chose Big Brother. That, I think, is rather worrying. He accuses me of "forcing" him to starve. I simply refuse to watch or listen to Big Brother, which being in the kitchen I could hardly avoid. So I won't cook if the TV is on. He won't cook himself, and he won't turn the TV off, so I don't see that I am making him starve!

I've been so tired today, and so lazy. Although I did wash dishes, and walk all the way to Subway for lunch. So really I guess it's only this afternoon I've felt tired and lazy. I'm allowed, after a relatively busy morning!

I have a job interview on Friday, for a call centre job, inbound customer service and sales. It sounds ok. Pretty good money, better than administration.

I'm sure that, at some points in each day, some interesting thought must occur to me, or I must do something worthy of mention. It's just that, by the time I get around to recording these things, they are already forgotten.
I know that every now and then I come out with something funny or strange. But again, it never seems quite appropriate to put these little obsersavions here.

I've just had an SMS from Dave. There's ticket inspectors at our station and he doesn't have a valid ticket. Naughty! But all he has to do is stay on the train to the next station, buy a ticket there, and train back.

I've been taking some photos of Zeus today. Now I'm figuring out a little more how to use the digital camera, some of my photos aren't too bad. Of course the subject makes it rather easy - nobody can possibly fail to take a cute photo of Zeus!

Shit. Three holes. In the antiseptic tube I mean.

Nipple feeling a lot better today.
Have just discovered hole in tube of antiseptic cream. Am blaming Zeus. Make that two holes.
Now my fingers smell like Dettol cream.
Have decided I need a life. Unsure as yet how to go about obtaining one. Also unsure exactly what constitutes a life. Makes goal slightly harder to reach, but I have faith that my efforts will not go unrewarded.
Realised this is a very odd style of writing. Am not entirely averse to this. A change, they say, is as good as a holiday.
Am tired.

I was attacked by a bat!
A cat?
No, a bat.

I should be in bed right now. But I don't particularly want to sleep - not if sleep means the kind of dreams I've been having lately. Millions of inescapable spiders, my mother dying, etc. Also, I like to lie on my stomach, and that'd be painful with a lacerated nipple!

Psycho-kitten just ripped my nipple to shreds. Ok, exaggeration. He used my breast as a launching pad to the desk, and in the process caused my nipple to bleed. That's rather alarming, I have never had a bleeding nipple before. What is one supposed to do? I tried putting ice on it, for some reason, but that only froze and, in a way, hurt even more than the claws. So now I'm leaving it alone (a rare experience for my nipples) until it stops feeling like I have a cat hanging from it by a toenail.

Oh, Zeus made a phone call this morning. I was pretty much asleep at the time, or possibly I was reading, either way I didn't notice Zeus standing on the phone, and knew nothing of it until Fritz called me back later and asked what I'd wanted. I was like "What are you talking about?" Fritz still doesn't believe I had nothing to do with it! Not that I blame him, really.

Just went to see the Matrix Reloaded. It wasn't too bad. Although it's been so long since I saw the first one that it took me a while to remember who's who and what's going on! Altogether, not too bad a movie - although, like anything, if you go expecting something amazing, you'll be disappointed.

The point is, the people who pride themselves on being able to fix their computers, are the ones who fuck it up so that it needs fixing. It's ironic.

It is a very odd conundrom, that computers belonging to geeks are those which have the most problems. Somebody who never fiddles with their computer, but simply uses it as it is supposed to be used, making no alterations or additions, has no problems, or very few. A geek, constantly "updating", changing, fiddling, has so many problems they don't know what to do with them all. Why?

I'm supposed to go to Glenn's 21st tonight, but I really don't feel like going out. I rarely do. He didn't make it to my 20th, anyway, so he can't exactly make a fuss if I don't turn up. Yeah, ok, I'll stay home. Wow, that was a tough decision. If anybody calls me to ask why I'm not there, well, I'm feeling pretty tired and run-down, as you can imagine after a long week of staying home!

I just got told I'm funny - "for a girl".
Should I be flattered?

People please... if you're looking at this page because you found the address in my ICQ Details, and you want to request authorisation to add me to your list... mention this site in the request! Otherwise I ignore you because for all I know you're just another mindless moron I can't be bothered with!

Speaking of hit counters, I just put one down the bottom - a little lame, but at least I've got one!

A website is like a rolling stone. No, that's not right. A rolling stone gathers no moss. Websites, on the other hand, often gather unexpected numbers of readers. For instance, Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About, which has a mailing list and a big number on the hit-counter. Pyscho Ex-Girlfriend also has many devout followers, and for good reason. What I want to know is, where do they get all these regular readers from? What grabs a person's interest and makes them come back for more every single day?. Whatever it is, I want it! I'd love to actually have readers. Do I need to relate more stories of personal humiliation? Perhaps a Blog style isn't the way to go after all? Or must my site have an annoying blue background like both above-mentioned popular sites?

Maybe I'm just a particularly boring person.

Remember Cows with Guns??? HAHAHAHAHA

Oh, my red Ebay belly ring arrived today! It's very nice, rather larger than I thought it would be, but I'm still quite happy with it. Talk about fast delivery, though! It was only posted yesterday. Am very very happy with speed of delivery.
I love Ebay!

I've just been playing with Dave's digital camera, and taking some rather bad photos of Zeus. He's such a very photographable kitten, but not when the camera's in my hands! They're the kinds of photos a normal person could look at and say "How cute!", but Dave would look at them and say, "Very grainy, slightly out of focus, and you moved the camera, didn't you?!" in an accusing manner!

Sometimes I wish I could do something really well. Like Dave's got his photography, at which he's pretty damn good, it's something visual and tangible, a real talent that a person can look at and admire. I'm not good at anything in particular - I like to say I can sing, but only just barely. And anyway, I can only really imitate other singers, I can't come up with anything original and I can't do anything worth doing with that "talent".

If I don't write something here tonight, Fusion (mIRC friend) will no doubt be bugging me about updating my blog! He seems oddly fascinated, which is rather flattering in a way!

Unfortunately there's not much to say. I've had a rather boring day, and done nothing. Zeus has, as usual, been a rascal. I've applied for a few jobs on Seek, and I've found several books I want on Ebay. Enough links there? I think so.

Still haven't done the dishes.

I've recieved my Ebay jeans and book. Finally, something new to read! By someone I know can write well! And the jeans fit perfectly, and are in excellent condition exactly as described by the seller. How nice!

I'm bidding on a navel ring on Ebay... I've almost won it... $5, pretty good deal methinks. Just writing here to kill time - two minutes until the auction is finished, and it's always the last few minutes that go the slowest! Nobody else has even bid, I'm sure I've got it in the bag... but I'd better wait around just to be sure. One minute and fifteen seconds left... ho hum... twenty seven seconds... and it's mine. Surprise surprise!

Seems like I'm getting a bit of a following here! I would never have thought people would actually be interested in reading this blog! In a way it makes me feel obligated to write more, and to write interestingly, so that people will have more to be interested in. Pity my life's so boring!

Not doing much today. Applied for a few jobs. Been mudding a bit lately, my thief character is getting reasonably good. Nowhere near as good as my warrior, of course - there is a rather large age difference to take into account.

Zeus is funny. He curls up in the messy space between our two computers, and goes to sleep there. It's very easy to lose him there, you don't see him in the mess! I was looking for him for about ten minutes before, then I gave up and came back to the computer, turned out he'd been right in front of me all along.

Oh alright. Federation Square link. Happy now?

Mum came to the city today. We had lunch, went to see some art gallery at Federation Square, and bought clothes. Good day. I'd write more, and find a link to Federation Square, but I'm too lazy right now.

Look at Zeus on ratemykitten.com! Rate him high! He's so cute, how can you not rate him high? Has to be a 9 at the very least! :)

I've just been having a very interesting discussion about rebellion, as an action and as an idea. It's my belief that rebellion is a word used by some people to make some other people think they're cool, I think it is rather meaningless these days. Surely to rebel involves doing something against convention - but what is convention in today's society? Convention is as wide as the human race is varied. There are layers, if you like, or types, or degrees, of convention, some very conservative and others very radical. It's impossible to rebel against conservatism, because the radical is already an accepted way of life - it's like saying you're going to invent something that gets creases out of clothes... and then finding that the iron already exists. So, where some would say "I'm a rebel", I say "No, you simply subscribe to a different set of ideas - that one over there, rather than this one here".

Any thoughts? Let me know, I'm interested in your opinion!

I just got my Ebay dress! It's very nice, fits well and everything, but it does smell like the previous owner was a smoker. It's going to have to be washed a couple of times before proper use, which is a nuisance. But considering it only cost me $11.50 including postage, I'm not complaining!

It feels really weird not getting up early and heading off to work - in the last 3 months I've only been out of work for one week, that's a record for me! I don't have a lot of choice, I suppose, now that mum and dad aren't supporting me.

I wish I had something valuable but useless, because then I could sell it for lots of money and not need to worry so much for a little while. For money is such a very worrying thing. The acquisition of it, the spending of it, the saving of it. I'm not even going to consider selling my computer, it is far from useless. The most valuable thing I have, in terms of money worth, is Zeus. I'm certainly not going to sell him. Otherwise, I have lots of books I love, and cheap costume jewellery.

I guess it's a job or nothing.

GOD DAMN!!!! I had a really long and vaguely interesting post here all ready to go... then I had to change something in the template, so I copied it, all ready to past back in when I got back to this section... THEN I WENT AND COPIED SOMETHING ELSE AND LOST MY LONG POST!!!

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Anyway, I remember the last bit of my post. It was about how I just won an auction on Ebay, it's a book called Bachelor Kisses by Nick Earls. I wrote something about him... a while ago. How I love those markers that allow you to link to any post you've ever made, so easily!

The other bit of my lost post was about snow. Because this afternoon Dave and I went for a drive to Lake Mountain, and it was so foggy we could barely see. And somewhere in the lost post I mentioned that I've never been skiing, and have only ever been to the snow once, and that was the Mount Hotham school camp in grade five. I don't think I should ever try skiing, by all accounts it's quite hard on the knees and my knees are already fucked.

Alrighty, design update! As any regulars will no doubt notice. Cool eh? Not too bad, considering I designed it myself from scratch.

WOW!!! Proof, for the first time, that somebody other than my uncle reads this blog!!! I just got an email from a guy wanting to know about my telemarketing job! Because he'd read my blog!!! I'm so excited!

Ok, that makes me look so... lame. I'm not that excited. I just think it's kind of cool. Yeah. Anyway...

I've also set this blog so that you should be able to click on my name beneath each post to email me! Haven't tested it yet, but I have faith in my own HTML ability, so I'll just say, it should work!

I've been playing with my Test Blog again, it's actually working properly now! The new design is a little bland, but I'm working on it. There's really only so much you can do with text and colours - I'm keeping pictures to a minimum for two reasons:

To minimise fuss in creation of design
To minimise loading time for those annoying dial-up users!

Feedback is appreciated - I've started a new thread in the General Discussion section of the Forum, please let me know what you think!

I quit my job yesterday. There just wasn't any point, I wasn't making any money. I'll find something better, an hourly wage!!!

He watches Big Brother regularly. How depressing. I thought he was intelligent, reasonable, and cynical. Yet he joins the mindless majority seemingly without even noticing. Oh dear.

I just bought a nice dress on Ebay. Very good deal, only $11.95 including postage, excellent.

And now I have the hiccups.

Nothing. No sales. Zippo. This is so depressing. I'm going to be stone broke next week.

>For those of you who don't have a life and watch Big Brother on TV ,
>here are the links to the scandal that is currently happening on that
>show , in which one of the house mates , Belinda , confessed that her
>teenage sister is doing time for a gay hate murder.

Why is it a scandal that someone has a relation who
committed a crime, was convicted, and is serving their
sentence?

>Apparently when the confession happened , Big Brother pulled the plug on
>the live feed , warned all the house mates about the legalities and went
>into high overdrive damage control mode to the extent of removing
>postings from some webpages.

Arguably, this censorship could be said to be a scandal.....

I've taken this straight from a post on the newsgroup iinet.general. The guy replying (the one not indented by >'s) has a very valid point which nobody has really thought of, I think...

MAYDAY, MAYDAY!!! DAVE HAS FALLEN PREY TO BIG BROTHER MANIA!!! HELP NEEDED, SOON!!!

Felt really rundown this afternoon - got home from work and just wanted to stay put and do nothing. Shopping irritated me, fridging cold stuff afterwards was put off because it was too hard, etc. It's just been a "bleh" type afternoon.

Work today was ok, only one sale but that's better than nothing! Played pool with Cat (a person, not the cat) for half an hour or so this afternoon, I won! That's a first. I suck at pool, only played a couple of times before. I guess Cat must be pretty bad! How cool is it, though, to work in a place where you can just take time out whenever you want and play pool. Of course, the supervisor (Nick) did tell us at one point to get back on the phones, but he just kinda said to finish the game quickly, rather than drop everything right then and there. He's a pretty cool guy in that respect, I guess.

Three sales tomorrow. Gonna get the $2600 required for 30% commission for the first time this week. This is my goal. It was my goal last week, too, but I spent two and a half days home sick last week and only sold $600 for the week. But I'm scraping by... hey, anyone reading this, can ya spare me a few bucks?? *wink*

Just got back from a weekend in Euroa - Emily Block's 21st, also Mother's Day. I drove! Some of the way there, and all the way back. It was an ok weekend...
My old cat Tiffy has become massive!!! She used to be a small cat, very petite, right up to age 8 or 9, and now she looks like this!!! Grumpy old bitch, putting on weight like any old lady.

I sometimes wonder if people think I don't care about them. I tend not too ask too many questions - I figure if someone wants me to know something, they'll tell me. I regard it as respecting their privacy and not bugging them with stupid questions they may not want to answer... but I wonder if they think I don't ask because I don't care?

I think it is grammatically correct to have a capital I at the beginning of Internet. Why, then, do I laugh at those who do so, as being old fashioned? It seems odd to me, as though they've giving it special status, naming it... to me, it is similar to putting an apostrophe in front of "plane" to show that it is an abbreviation of aeroplane.

Not even at work today. Feel like shit. Maybe tomorrow.

Another shit day. Left work at midday, unable to speak for more than a few seconds without coughing and/or sniffing. At times, in fact, unable to talk at all. No sales. That's two days in a row with nothing. Not good.

Today's been a shit day. I sold $500 which was good, but then the bitch cancelled, which sucked. So I actually sold nothing today. And I'm getting a cold so I feel crappy. Then I came home and had a bath, which Zeus fell in and now he smells like wet cat.

HAHA funny!!!

Sold $600 today, not bad. Only need that much every day to be making very adequate sums of money each week. Toe still hurts from where I stubbed it on Thursday. Somebody seems to think these movies are funny, and I think they're just retarded, but that's just me and I'm tired anyway. I think that's about it for today. At least for now.

Latest addition to the "Favourite Authors List": Nick Earls. I discovered his Perfect Skin while simply browsing for something new and different - it had a bright yellow cover and could hardly fail to grab my attention. I thought it looked worth a shot, so I bought it and read it and found it good. So I got another one - World of Chickens - which was also good and rather hilarious in parts. As yet I haven't read any more of his books, but I'm looking forward to doing so with much anticipation.

I am so unbelievably bored. I'm so bored I don't even have anything to write about. I have nothing to think about, nothing to do, not even anybody to talk to since Dave went to bed with a headache. Praise me, queen of boredom.

Somebody just showed me a news article on the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. Well, maybe not quite. This kid had his own twin brother inside him. Yuck.

Darn Blogger. I was trying to add an entry here for ages last night and Blogger seemed to be down. And now I have absolutely no recollection of what I was going to write.

I've just stubbed my toe quite hard and painfully on the corner of the couch. It's throbbing, hurting, and bruised, and I can't put any weight on it. Even putting the foot down heel-first jars it. It's very nasty.

I must stop walking into indoor furniture
I must stop walking into indoor furniture
I must stop walking into indoor furniture
I must stop walking into indoor furniture

Good ol' "writing lines", always helps the learning process... That's how I learnt to spell Wednesday. Wrote it out a thousand times, at the direction of one of my more sadistic primary school teachers.

Wow, did you hear about that magistrate, Michael Esmond Frederick, what he said to a woman in his court?

"You're a druggie and you'll die in the gutter ... I don't believe in that social worker crap ... you can go to work. Seven million of us do it whilst 14 million like you sit at home watching Days of Our Lives, smoking your crack pipe and using needles, and I'm sick of you sucking us dry. Little Johnnie taxes us with all sorts, and now with salt tax and maybe war tax. We dicks pay for your life. It's your choice to be a junkie and die in the gutter. No one gives a shit, but you're going to kill that woman who is your mother, damn you to death."

I think that's a little harsh. While I do believe he is entitled to his views and even the right to express them, I think he chose the wrong place and situation in which to do so. His job is to pass judgement on a crime, impartially, but here he has obviously let his personal feelings get in the way - he gave this chick a suspended sentence for a crime that usually warrants a maximum penalty of a $750 fine.

You can read the full story here, but I don't know how long that will be available - news sites have a way of expiring their pages to make room for new news.

Today kinda sucked. I was personally abused by two men (one right after the other, I probably could have handled one at a time!), and I only sold a measly $250. But tomorrow should be a good day. I have to keep telling myself that, or I'd never bother going or trying. Tomorrow's always going to be a good day, but today isn't always so great.