Its so sad. But since I've moved to Sydney I can count the number of times I've been in physical contact with people
Four hugs
One pat on the back
One accidental touching of hands with a work colleague
I miss my uni mates. They give goodest hugs.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Sunday, August 07, 2005
How do you furnish a house for less than $500?
Answer: St Vinnies (or other similar charity stores) and discount stores (for the new stuff).
Wardrobe $60
Desk $55
Dining table and 4 chairs $75
Sofa Bed $120
Coffee Table $30
Phone Table (New) $20
Chest of Drawers (New) $80
Entertainment Unit (New) $50
TOTAL $490
This doesn’t count tableware ($40 for a complete 8 person setting – plates, bowls, cups, mugs, saucers, bread plates, and cutlery), or pots/pans/kettle/toaster ($8 a piece), or the stuff that I already had.
My mattress cost more than my entire furnished house. But it’s a bloody good one.
I am proud of myself. Bargain hunting runs in my genes.
Wardrobe $60
Desk $55
Dining table and 4 chairs $75
Sofa Bed $120
Coffee Table $30
Phone Table (New) $20
Chest of Drawers (New) $80
Entertainment Unit (New) $50
TOTAL $490
This doesn’t count tableware ($40 for a complete 8 person setting – plates, bowls, cups, mugs, saucers, bread plates, and cutlery), or pots/pans/kettle/toaster ($8 a piece), or the stuff that I already had.
My mattress cost more than my entire furnished house. But it’s a bloody good one.
I am proud of myself. Bargain hunting runs in my genes.
The shape of my future
You know how there’s always one teacher from school or high school that makes an impression on you. I’ve been thinking about my version of this teacher a lot over the last few days. He was my biology teacher in year 12. He was the teacher that would explain everything once and I’d just get it. No matter how difficult the topic. What made this teacher really special is that he would go the extra mile. I was looking at going to the University of Queensland in 2002. And I put in my application as per normal. Then I started looking for accommodation. I found this place I really wanted, not to expensive, not too seedy, but the closing date was the day before. I was so upset. Living two states away at the time, it wasn’t like I could go up to Queensland to check out rental places until I actually moved up there either. I went into school (this was after exams had finished mind you, I wasn’t his responsibility anymore) to talk to our careers counselor. I dropped by his office to say hi and, when he asked how I was, I told him what was going on, almost ending up in tears. He told me to go see the careers counselor and got the number off me for this place.
I couldn’t find the careers counselor, so I left messages where she might be. Then I returned to the office. He had just gotten off the phone to the accommodation place and they had agreed to accept my application. I ended up getting offered a room at this place too, but unfortunately (or fortunately in the long run) I didn’t get accepted into the course I wanted. The thing is, this guy was the vice principal of the school, and he could have easily said I wasn’t his responsibility anymore, or that it was my problem, or that he had other, more important stuff to do. But he didn’t.
The reason I’m telling this story is that something has struck me about my job recently. I knew when I accepted the job offer, that an animal tech had no prospects of going anywhere. But it really hit home the other day when we were sitting in the staff room at tea break talking about the job, and one of my colleagues stated ‘when you become an animal tech, that’s all you’ll be. The job goes nowhere. You’ll stay an animal tech forever.’ It really struck me, forever is a long time to be shitkicking. So I’m thinking about sticking at this job for a bit (a few years), and then going and doing vet science. I figure that much faith in my potential can’t be blind.
I couldn’t find the careers counselor, so I left messages where she might be. Then I returned to the office. He had just gotten off the phone to the accommodation place and they had agreed to accept my application. I ended up getting offered a room at this place too, but unfortunately (or fortunately in the long run) I didn’t get accepted into the course I wanted. The thing is, this guy was the vice principal of the school, and he could have easily said I wasn’t his responsibility anymore, or that it was my problem, or that he had other, more important stuff to do. But he didn’t.
The reason I’m telling this story is that something has struck me about my job recently. I knew when I accepted the job offer, that an animal tech had no prospects of going anywhere. But it really hit home the other day when we were sitting in the staff room at tea break talking about the job, and one of my colleagues stated ‘when you become an animal tech, that’s all you’ll be. The job goes nowhere. You’ll stay an animal tech forever.’ It really struck me, forever is a long time to be shitkicking. So I’m thinking about sticking at this job for a bit (a few years), and then going and doing vet science. I figure that much faith in my potential can’t be blind.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
The Pizza Never Lies
I can't beleive its been two weeks since my last post. I saw 'the bridge' for the first time at night, I had a birthday, I moved, I drove in heavy traffic in the city(ish region, but still bloody good for me). But I'm not going to expand on any of that here. If anybody cares you can ask questions.
I spent last night going through my pictures on my computer. I have shitloads. And some of them are darn weird. I figure that if I use some of the random things thast garfield says can make really good msn names... or blog titles. I came home last night and one of the goats out the back had its horns tangled in the fence. So I had to ring the real estate agent to get them to contact the landlord so that someone could come down and fix it. bloody goats gotten throught he fence again this afternoon, but its not caught. If it wanders from one side of the yard to another its fine, but if it gets into trouble I'd be all ready to jump the (6 foot high) fence to fix it. Not quite sure how I'd do it, but I can climb fences at need. I learnt at least one useful skill at uni.
Anyhoo. I've decided that when I have no interesting news to post I will post a pretty picture or something to amuse my readers. *Sigh* I have no life, unless you all want to hear about my cat.
Enjoy
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