Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
The Pickton case has re-kindled my old interest in serial killers. I’ve pulled out my “Women Who Kill” book again, by Carol Anne Davis. I just finished reading again about Myra Hindley and Ian Brady.
Most people don’t really think about how their parents influence their behaviour in terms of relationships and perceptions of normality. I thought it was perfectly normal for a couple to be married for over 30 years, be on an equal footing, and kiss in front of their children. That’s what I saw from my parents as I grew up. I guess
Now I know that it’s normal for my husband to be wrapped around my little finger...!!!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Wish I was a truckie, truckie truckie truckie. Wish I was a truckie truuuck. (Thank you, Kylie Minogue.) If I were a truckie I’d be likely to pick up somebody like Aileen Wournos and get myself murdered. Or pick up a prostitute and be suspected of her murder. Truckies seem to have an inordinate amount of involvement in crimes, if only as initial suspects. Funny how few of them turn out to be criminals.
Despite initially tossing around the idea of truck drivers,
I have read from several sources that if Pickton is convicted of at least 14 murders he will become
This will be an interesting case to watch unfold...
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
It rained for most of the weekend.
This may seem a topic unworthy of a blog post, but when you realise how long we’ve been in drought you’ll understand why I mention the rain.
Friday, January 19, 2007
This workplace is food mad. Every Monday morning we take turns to bring in some snack food. Every Friday morning we got toasted sandwiches from a cafe down the road. Every time it’s somebody’s birthday we have party pies and sausage rolls. And sometimes somebody will bring food Just Because. Today, Belinda has brought
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Terry Pratchett has a lot to answer for.
This morning I was seriously entertaining the thought of barricading off Swanston St (one of
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Within an hour of my arrival at work, all my allotted tasks are complete. I had hoped that this department would challenge me and keep me occupied, but thus far my hopes are disappointed. I can only imagine that customers continue to send emails to my absent manager, and that upon his return we will face a backlog of unknown but doubtless immense proportions. In the meantime I can only go back to assisting those who were my colleagues, although that department is also far from busy.
It is times like this I begin to daydream. How nice would a better paying job be, to enable more travel and adventures! This job has so many negatives I wonder why I am still here. It is too far from home, my hours are exhaustingly long, and my pay is well below average for this job type.
Dissatisfaction is rife within my heart. I am corporatised, conformed, cloned, cornered. I wear nice clothes and uncomfortable shoes. I have removed most of my piercings, and have refrained from getting a tattoo. I want to go wild! I want to spike my hair instead of brushing it, and shop at Victorian Gothic instead of Target. I want to be me.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Intrigue and drama. Suspense and excitement. Wonder and awe. All of these are excellent words which do not describe my precise situation right now. More appropriate words to my mood, would include tired, bored, and slightly ill. I would, of course, be slightly less ill if I had eaten a single item of healthy food on the weekend. I would also be less tired if we didn’t have friends over for a movie marathon and Trivial Pursuit. I’d be less bored if I had any work to do.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
I am the last person to complain about being ticked off for something I’ve done wrong. I can take criticism (on a professional level, I’m not so great at personal stuff!!!) when I have done something wrong. I can also accept criticism aimed at the company for which I work, when it comes from a customer who sees me as a representative of that company, regardless of who’s mistake it actually was. But when a colleague calls me and gives me grief about somebody else’s mistake, when he knows very well who’s mistake it was, that is just not on. This is a member of our management team who knows very well who’s who and who did what. What was I supposed to say to him? I ended up apologising! For somebody else’s screw-up, about which I knew nothing prior to this phone call, to somebody I am not answerable to anyway! I am pretty pee’d off, I can tell you. I’ll stop ranting now, I’ve probably over-reacted anyway. Bah!
Monday, January 08, 2007
Well, real life has resumed. At least half the staff here are back at work, I’m doing my real job instead of trying to be three people at once, and I’m at work alone for the last half hour of the day. Perfect Normality.
How did I enjoy my weekend, let me count the ways... Saturday night was the birthday party of Aidan’s cousin, which was a great deal of fun. They’re a really nice family, we always have a ball with them. A few drinks, a water fight with their young daughter (my flowergirl), and adventures with the mini-skateboard we got for the birthday boy.
It’s amazing how the sincere words of a child can touch one – she hugged me and told me that I’d make a great mum one day. If anybody would know it would be a child. It’s something that I have worried about. I’ve never had much to do with children and frequently feel uncomfortable with them. So to hear, from a child, that I’d make a great mum was rather a revelation to me and touched me deeply.
Moving right along to Sunday... ahhh Sunday. One of those inexplicably wonderful happy days. Nothing of significance really happened. It was just one of those days. It’s probably something to do with being newlywed!