Friday Superstar

Saturday, July 29th, 2006 | Bad Days, Work | 1 Comment

Warning: This post contains bitter and cynical rantings. If you have no urge to read a ‘downer’ then please visit this site and have a great day.

Friday’s are especially fantastic.

Fridays are the last day of the working week. I spoke to my desk buddies and it seems like I”m not the only one who looks forward to Friday simply because we can all get drunk and not wake up at 3am in a cold sweat, thinking about things we should have done at work.

Hurrah for hangovers, which are mildly more amusing than stress attacks at stupid o’clock in the morning.

To make my Friday even more amazing - I locked my car in the carpark. I could see Girty through the mega secure carpark gateway, but could dematerialise myself through the door in order to get to her.

So, I was in a strange place. 7.30pm on a Friday night in the valley is an interesting place to be. I had Goth’s with fake blood (I hope) dripping down their chins walking past me going in one direction and dolly-boys walking to the Gay Pub going in the other direction. Neither of whom could help me.

I found a phone number written on a wall and called it. It was the building security for the wrong building. He stood with me for five minutes, scratching his head and his arse trying to figure out what to do .

I ended up breaking in to the other carpark via the other side… I then found a nice little man working for security that took me straight to my car. He then proceeded to give me a verbal tongue lashing because I’d accidently parked in the wrong park.

Dar’lin, this is a private car park. People have to pay to park here. Next time you will be towed at your own expense.

As it was beer o’clock I didn’t really have time to explain to him that I ACTUALLY PAY FOR THE PRIVATE CAR PARK AND I CAN PARK WHERE THE HELL I CHOOSE.

So, I drove home listening to something de-stressing. It happened to be Disney Classics. So I zip-a-dee-doo-dah’ed all the way home to the beer in the fridge.

Hurrah for Saturday Morning Hangovers which are mildly more enjoyable than having to relive Friday’s.

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Difficult Conversations

Tuesday, July 4th, 2006 | Work | 7 Comments

Quite recently, a few friends of mine had a difficult conversation. In fact, a few of my friends have had difficult conversations recently. All with a positive outcome and benefit for all.

At the moment, I have a different type of difficult conversation that I need to have. I need to have this and it may change the course of my life. It may change everything. Or it may change nothing.

Lend me all of your strength.
Lend me all of your attitude and determination.

Enough Rope

Tuesday, June 13th, 2006 | Good Days, Insanity, Work | 6 Comments

This past weekend was a long weekend. The Frog family usually celebrates long weekends by tackling some mamoth task, such as renovating the bathroom, or the wardrobe or the front yard. This weekend was no different. We hired heavy equipment and invested in some serious power tools.

We also invested in some rope.

As you can see from the image above, there was a serious amount of rope to be untangled. 50 metres of rope.

50 metres of rope that had a self-tangling mechanism. We paid extra for the pre-installed knots.

The job was also hindered by a serious and life threatening case of saggy-arse.

At this point in time, you can almost read the body language.
I’m going to untangle this bloody rope or die in the attempt.
I’m nothing if not a persistant stubborn bastard.
Fucking rope.

I’ve almost lost the will to live.
Why the fuck did we buy so much rope?

You cant see me. You cant see the rope.
This is my Jedi Rope Unknotting Trick.
You can’t see the handsaw that I’m about to use to teach that bloody rope a lesson.

Thankfully, the rest of the weekend was quite productive. I taught that bloody rope a lesson or two. I tied it in the knot to end all knots. Scientists will be marvelling at my knots in centuries to come.

Totally and utterly knotted. I finally got around to helping out around the yard.

Surprising what a little bit of elbow grease achieves. Lucky I taught that damned rope a lesson!

Stay Tuned! Next week:

Episode Two: Revenge of the Rope.

First Day Back

Monday, March 6th, 2006 | Work | No Comments

After a week off work, I slowly dragged my sorry arse out of bed.

Inboxitis is the new Mondayitis. Monday blues compounded by a week’s worth of emails filling up my Inbox.

I have chronic inboxitis. So much so, I’m sitting here avoiding all the flashy blinky alerts that are popping all over my desktop. Thanks to Google Desktop, Microsoft Outlook, and MSN.

Go away world. Or at least stop sending me emails that require me to think, act, or respond in any way.

I should have been a dentist.

Career

Friday, February 3rd, 2006 | Work | 1 Comment

When I sat in front of the Guidance Counceller as a nervous teenager, I never thought I’d end up here.

I wanted to be a Vet, or a Psychologist. But you can be sure that I didn’t ask her “How do I become a stressbot maniac?”

This wasn’t really where I was supposed to be. While my new job here at Funkytown IT is pretty funky, I can see that I’m going to have a love-hate relationship with it.

I love the fact that I can throw myself into the job at hand with full force, with nobody peering over my shoulder with half-moon spectacles and a disaproving frown.

I love it that there’s no internal politics - everybody is judged by the quality of their work.

I love the fact that they have a stereo, and a coffee machine and I have a flat-panel monitor.

I hate the fact that I’m responsible for staffing issues. I dont want to be a grouchy boss, but then I haven’t met a ‘let’s be friends’ boss who’s any bloody good. I’ve never been directly responsible for staffing issues like this before. Sure, I’ve been project manager, and given the workloads and directed staff - but never the HR side of things.

That’s what HR directors are for.

So, I had somebody give me their resignation today. So they’re leaving the company, and moving on to greener pastures. It’s a corporate decision, so why do I feel like I’ve just been kicked in the guts? And then slapped in the face?

See, if I had’ve become a psychologist, I could give myself some good advice and tell myself not to take this Human Resources setback as a personal rejection issue.

And if I had’ve become a vet, I wouldn’t rightly care because I’d go play with the puppies and the kitties. Ahhh… kitties. Awww, da cute widduw wussy cats! Brain gone. All better.

Instead, I’m a stressbot maniac. Damn.

See, my Guidance Counciller never told me any of this shit.