Almost there...

Today was my second last day at work. And thank christ for that!!!!

I've had my notice in for 8 weeks. Its been so long that leaving doesn't feel real yet. I'll be glad to be out of that place. I can't help but draw comparisons between when a previous workmate left and my leaving. She got a work funded morning tea and lunch. One was planned for me but someone kicked up a stink and it got canceled.

The same coworker who left last year came back to do casual work just as I got transferred. She leaves (again) this week. Last week they took her out to lunch. To thank her for her help. I was asking for an invite and told flat out that I was not welcome to go. My friend (the coworker) felt like crap. She was stuck in the middle. Today was to be the official farewell lunch for both of us. And they refused to go. I stated to the people that I invited, that if the other people went, I would not go. I would not spend my last lunch with these people. I told that to my boss and he accepted it. He may not have liked it, but he understood. They were not welcome to my last lunch. Other people were so intimidated that they only went because the boss went. And if lunch ran over (which it did, by 3/4 of an hour) then they couldn't get into trouble for it. One person did not go at all because she had been loaded with too much work to take her lunch break.

These people do not talk to me at all. The worst instigator refused to sign a card that was there for me. Which, to be honest, is a relief. There is nothing that she could say that would be either true or nice. She is one of the most genuinely hateful souls I have ever met.

They did a collection and I am surprised that they raised enough money to buy me a pair of socks. But they got me a really pretty pair of earrings. They might not be, but they look to be white gold too. I really don't care if they are surgical steel. Its a small gift, but it takes the edge off the bitterness associated with the memories of that place.

There is only one word to describe my co workers. I'll let Fingers have the honour.

A drumroll please....

I can't believe that people read and commented on the last post! Seriously. It was completely pointless!

I was talking to PD today. He is quite hot! He's talking French (yep, French) to one of the other guys we work with and all I could do was stand there and wonder how my panties hadn't just fallen off already!

Randality

I like cheese. It is actually a bigger dietary vice for me than chocolate. And that's saying something! I think the thing is, I cannot have just one type of cheese. I have to have vintage, blue vein, and brie. And its got to be accompanied by olives, crackers, cabanossi and pickled onions. So I can make sandwiches. I never eat chocolate like that. Partly because chocolate just doesn't go with cabanossi.

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I have a strange ability to pick statement pieces before they become fashionable.

• Animal bling- I was in on that about a month or two before it was EVERYWHERE!
• Plaid and scarves - I have a scarf from last winter that is plaid. Two fashion statements in one. Now, I really don't like plaid. Or scraves for that matter. But I thought, 'what the hell, its just a scarf and I'll only ever wear it when I'm walking to work in the morning'. Yeah right!
• Bold tribal patterns - the next big thing, apparently. I've had a really cute cami for about a year now. Tribal print. Very bold.

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I love sale time. I got myself a $50 bra (gorgeous AND comfortable, and makes the girls look fantastic) for $20. But they had no matching underwear. Oh Noes! I cannot wear bra/panty sets that don't match. But I bought the bra anyway thinking I could get generic boyleg panties at kmart.

Instead of generic boylegs, I managed to find bikini's that are a shade darker than the bra. But they have the exact same colour of embroidery in the lace. They were full priced, but still cheaper than buying them from the specialty lingerie store.

So I got a bra and two sets of panties for $40, when the bra was worth $50 alone. Bragqin!

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I am about to go into my last week at my current job. 5 days left. And counting. I've been counting since 40 days. And that didn't include the week I've had off. A grand total of 9 weeks that I've known about having a new job. A grand total of 9 weeks that work has known I'm leaving, and they still haven't even advertised a replacement for me.

I'm stressing. I just want out. I haven't had sex since the last time. I have no desire. Three weeks and no urges. I'm hoping like hell that my libido returns from whence it has disappeared. Or else I'm going to have to look in the back of the couch.

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I don't know what it is, but people seem to buy me butterfly earrings. I have four pairs. Most of them gifted.

Sunset from my balcony. Isn't it pretty?

Lorikeet feeding

Spiderweb. Again, pretty?

Hancock.

I can't beleive that Hancock got such crappy reviews. I fucking LOVED it. I think it might be the best movie I've seen all year. Funny, action, great effects and a twist with a side of realistic romance and moon graffiti-ing.

Did I mention it was funny?

I think that's the complete movie meal right there. I was hanging out to see it from the moment I saw the first preview. Last night being the premiere I went to see it. And I will have to see it again.

Seriously funny flick. As far as the reviews and awards go... the critics just loved I Am Legend.