There is one type of person which really pisses me off. Actually there's more than one, but only one I'll talk about here and now.
It's the kind of person who will wander along while you're obviously in the middle of a conversation with somebody else, and just start talking to you and expect you to break off your other conversation, drop everything, and listen. I mean, it's glaringly obvious that you're talking/listening to somebody else. But this type of person just doesn't see or doesn't care. They just butt right in. It really really gives me the utter shits.

Woohoo! Got a letter from the bank, they're going to credit my credit card account for $800 + $10 in trasaction fees. Yay!

Phew! Glad today's over. Today and all its hassles. Like Yuri. Yuri received a damaged parcel from the Ukraine and demanded his compensation even though we had no damage report and he'd since thrown out the packaging. I sent him a very diplomatic letter, with Nik's assistance, telling him to bugger off. The way Nik put it is, "It's like we sort of care... but we don't." I like it.

I just found a nifty page full of webcam images of Melbourne in my net-browsings. Well, it's not that nifty.

It's so incredibly nice to relax after a day at work. It can all be so draining. Relaxation is good. Sex, or even a date, would be better. But relaxation will have to do. Anyway, I keep thinking I want company or I want to get laid, but I never think beyond that and realise I love being single far too much to get tangled up with other people right now.

Blogging difficult. Typing hard. I go rest now. Ugh.

Today's one of those days when I just don't want to be here at work. I just want to go home. Work doesn't usually get to me - even when I'm outwardly fuming, it's just letting off steam and I'm really fine. That's the point, normally the steam lets off pretty easily. Today the steam's just steaming inside. People like Bruno's wife and the Hawthorn LPO staff are giving me the irrits! Thank [insert appropriate deity here] for Dom and Howard. They keep me insane!

Tonight will go down in history as The Night I Solved Something Useful!
We got a new TV, and couldn't figure out why the sound wouldn't work properly. I have to stop saying "we". I got a new TV which is, for now, at Cossack's place. Anyway, I made a suggestion and I was right!!! We have sound. This rocks!

Gosh, I spend a lot of time bored at work. It's kind of boring.
I'm getting a new mobile phone this afternoon after work. Samsung N181 on Orange's Talksaver 28 plan. Looks pretty funky 'n' stuff. You know, stuff. The thing with the stuff. I like saying that.
I need to kill just over an hour, and make it look like I'm actually busy and doing something for that whole hour. This is not going to be easy. I shouldn't have worked so hard this morning! Not that I did... oops.
Eleven files resolved today. Not as many as I need, but more than some other days. I'm meant to average 20 per day. Monday I did 31 or 32 or something. That was good. But most days last week were 6 or 7 resolves.
Can't wait till Easter. Holidays. I don't even care about the chocolate, I don't want any. I just want some time off. Relax. Do nothing. Nothing is good.

We were having a very interesting discussion here at work about what we would do if a plane crashed into either our building, or a building we can see out the window. It would be incredibly weird. Terrifying. Etc.

I'm at work. Yay!
Last night I met up with Andrew after work, we did our usual wander-around-the-city-for-several-hours thing, which was fun. One of the things we did was wander into the Sanity in Crown. The guy there was hot. He also talked to me. I'm currently wondering if I should drop by again tonight and ask him out. You can tell I'm getting desperate when I'll do something like that. Actually not quite desperate. I just want some enjoyment. I wonder if I'm going to be utterly humiliated, or if he'll say yes? Last time I asked anybody out, I got a put-off - you know, "I can't this week, maybe some other time". The polite refusal. I hate that, I'd much rather they say "I don't want to, bugger off!"
Anyway, Andrew and I saw "Something's Gotta Give", which was pretty funny for a romantic comedy. You can always count on Jack Nicholson.

Last night was great. My 21st birthday dinner at Sofia's in Camberwell. Guest list:

Cossack
Kat
Andrew
Chantell
Glenn
Alissa
Lorraine
Chris
Nads
Emily

(Daz showed up breifly, after the dinner and before bed)

I think everyone had a good time. Andrew, Chantell, Emily, and Glenn all stayed at my place... for varying lengths of time. Glenn was bloody hilarious when we played Monopoly. He was the dog, and he kept woofing. Then he went bankrupt, sold out, and became Emily's "guard dog". Lots of alcohol was consumed, even by Chantell. I didn't drink much - I've over-consumed in the last couple of weeks! Still had heaps of fun though, and I hope everyone else did.

What a week it's been so far. I have begun my "new job", filling in for Allan while he's on leave. So now I'm known as an outbound investigator, as opposed to a customer service consultant. I feel as though I should be doing something, but I can't find anything to do. I mean, I look through the files I'm handling and I can't see anything that I can do right now - lots of stuff to do next week, or next month, but nothing obvious that remains to be done today. I'm absolutely certain I'm missing something. Allan was always busy, he didn't sit around blogging!

Well, I've just gotten back from a weekend in the country. Took the train up to Seymour on Saturday afternoon, went straight to Sandi's place for her 21st. Oh boy. I drank far too much. I was puking all day Sunday, at mum and dad's place. They were sympathetic. Phew. Still, all in all it was a nice birthday today.
(Today is my 21st birthday, by the way)
So anyway, mum's old friend Chris came round while I was there, I wasn't expecting her but she brought me a present anyway. It's very sweet of her - I don't know how she remembered it was my birthday!
Mum gave me a beautiful matching necklace and bracelet - of course I love them, I picked them myself. She also put together the traditional 21st birthday photo album. It's not too bad, not too many humiliating pictures... besides the fact that I'm in all of them.
I can't believe how old I am. 21. Wow.

Oh man, today was crappy. Mrs Ho is the caller who sticks in mind. "Isn't insurance enough proof of value for you? Why do you need receipts too?"
Of course we can't pay up on the insurance if you can't show proof of value of the insured items!!! Isn't that just logic? Isn't that how insurance works? Stupid woman!
"How am I meant to get proof of value, it's a suitcase full of clothes, they accumulated over the course of years."
Go to a department store, find similar items, and get a quote. No, I don't want you to visit 500 different shops. Just one shop. Please. Shup up. Dear God make it stop.
She honestly expected simply her word to be enough for us to cough up $500. Just because that's how much she insured it for. I mean really, I could buy a $20 CD, insure it for $500, and then say "That's what it's worth! Really!" Bah.

Life is essentially about tea. Well, my life is. It is about the consumption, expectation, preparation, and enjoyment... of tea. If I'm not drinking tea, I'm thinking about making the next cup. The anticipation is almost as enjoyable as the tea itself.

At times, I feel very much like Arthur Dent.

I haven't updated this in ages! My bad. Then again, it's not as though I've been doing anything in particular.
Last Friday was Daz's last day at work, so the afterwork drinks was fun. I miss him at work though, he was a lot of fun. But his replacement, Behk, she's cool.
I'm in training now to take over Allan's position while he's on leave. It's somewhat daunting, but there will be plenty of people to give the assitance I will need. It'll be a good experience, being an investigator.

My acheivements at work to date:

Best True Calls for December 2003
Best True Calls for February 2004
3rd Best Overall for February 2004
Being trusted with a temporary promotion as of March 9th for 4 weeks

Just got back from seeing Meat Loaf live!!! Oh my God it was so awesome. The old bastard's still going strong, still rocking... brilliant! Opened with "Out of the Frying Pan", surprisingly... the encore was no surprise, "I Would Do Anything For Love" and "Bat Out of Hell". Totally amazing.

I had an incredibly weird dream last night. One of my highschool teachers, Mr Neil Devanney, locked me inside a small box in sombody's front yard in Nunawading. It was in the evening, and everything was dark, but I could still see quite well. When my alarm went off to wake me up, I still thought it was night, so I thought it was my 10pm alarm reminding me to take the pill. The last bit of the dream I remember before waking up is yelling "If I get pregnant, it's your fault!" to Mr Devanney, because I couldn't take the pill while I was in the box.

The night before last I dreamed about a big black spider. My mother was there, she had a sharpened stick and she kind of harpooned the spider on it. Stuck that stick right through it's fat, bulbous gut.

I am at work and I do not want to be here. I feel awful. I threw up this morning at 5.37, no idea why. I still feel yuck. I wish I knew why, I haven't eaten anything out of the ordinary. I want to go home.

Just got home from Paul's party... which was last night. That's a long party! Geez it was fun, but! There were fewer people than expected, but those who were there were pretty cool. I have to say I'm going to miss Paul - I'll still see him online of course, but it's been really good to catch up with him in the flesh, so to speak.

It's so hot in Melbourne today! Top of 41, hottest it's been in ages I reckon. Sweating like a god damned pig.

Cash and cards stolen from my wallet. From work. There wasn't much cash, whoever it was must have been desperate to scrounge those few loose coins. Not to mention going through my bag in clear view of anybody else around. It's so frustrating. It had to be somebody I work with.

My bloody toilet's buggered! The cistern won't fill, it keeps just draining right through into the bowl. Dad advised I thump it, that worked once, but not after that. So I've got a plumber coming tomorrow - apparently an out of order toilet does not count as an emergency so they can't send someone out tonight. Thank God Cossack lives upstairs. His toilet! Or, of course, the old fashioned "bucket" method. Either way, it ain't no fun having a buggered loo.

There are many things to love about having sex. I won't mention the obvious because it's, well, obvious. But I will mention the inflated sense of self-esteem. Having sex makes me feel attractive and desireable. Not just during sex, either, but sometimes for several days or even a week afterwards. On one occasion, I went to work "glowing" and was asked if I'd gotten laid last night. Apparently I glowed for two days.