There s times I think I am not secure in my job. Then as I am listening to the cleaner, who by the way has a very cool leg tattoo, I doubt that they will get rid of the wanker, sorry “committed worker”, who works from 7am to 9pm.
I don’t do this for the money. I do run several projects and as I go to uni three days a week I only end up with two full days of work. This is fantastic for my bank account and the person in me that thrives in that environment. However the horrid thing is my work has given me a full time employee role. I love my job. I love the people and the environment. But due my crappy university schedule this semester I lose a day, just not the workload. This means to fit my usual 3 day week into a 2 day week I have to do 12 to 13 hour days. Sounds plausible. Sounds even amusing.
I just get pissed when my bosses bitch I work too long or am not a normal worker. I really am working what I worked two months ago it’s just in smaller portions. I still get my job done. I still meet deadlines, chase debt and perform payment processing. I just do it in 12 hours instead of 12 hour. They just haven’t worked out that it’s the same amount of hours in a condensed version.
It’s great job really. I’ve learnt some great things, developed a work ethic and met some amazing people. It’s a fantastic job to support me through university and provide me with great work experience. It’s all dandy until the cleaner gives you this pitying you have no life look and politely asks you when you are going to leave so he can.
That’s when you know you’ve been at work too long!
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Study + Lost Go Card + Assignments - Motivation = Nothing Done
So I planned to study today. Yet I have sat on facebook, laid on the couch listening to my mother talk to someone at work [which really she should be at. This working from home thing is bullshit. I don't like it. I want my day alone where I crawl out of bed at 12 and listen to loud music (That my neighbours can hear) and realize oh god I "missed" my bus and consequently 2 out of 3 classes at 2pm. Really she's just doing it to upset me!]
Anyway. Back to study. My notes consist [so far of lecturer headings. I will fill each heading in once I finish blogging, and have breakfast and shower and oh find some motivation] {Besides the exam is 8am on Saturday I have loads of unavailable time! ;) }
BUT you should be proud. I have completed 2 out of 4 assignments. And 3/4 of a third. Which really its incompleteness is all due to FireFox not liking my VALIDATED CSS. Really if W3C says its perfect why the fuck does FireFox hate it so? [Anyone good at html and CSS call me URGENTLY] (Actually Google tell me its cause Internet Explorer does not use supported HTML. Which sucks. I am really hoping my tutor marks it in Internet Explorer so, I don't know, PASS)
But I am going in to see my tutor who I haven't seen since week 3 and now its week 6. [He thinks I am some stupid blonde! BUT when he sees my website, that Nataasha helped me build ha ha, he will be amazed. [and probably ask me questions that I don't know the answer too]
I aim to finish my notes and my Quiz for another subject before I go. Then I'll fix my web in the tutorial and finish the report on it while there and then my third assessment will be done. I'll study all day Thursday and will be all cool for my first exam. Must go find out when the other 3 are. Rude of them not to email me. [But they probably did. I hate the new @connect emails. Mainly cause they boot me from bloody hotmail. And who the hell remembers the new email address?
I also realize that this is very random. I blame lack of decent sleep, lack of food, lack of caring and amongst other things lack of sanity.
Princess
PS: The Go Card Helpline guy thinks I'm stupid. Really common sense is the following:
If I lost Go Card 1 and you transferred the funds to Go Card 2 there would be no funds on Go Card 1. Consequently Go Card 2 would have Go Card 1's funds. So when Go Card 2 disappeared somewhere in my room you would transfer the money from Go Card 2 to Go Card 3 as Go Card 1 has no funds as they were moved to Go Card 2. Somehow though Translink decided to give me "money" that wasn't there from Go Card 1. And rip me off by 40 bucks in the process.
Now I have to wait an extra 10 days for the correct amount to be moved from Go Card 2 to Go Card 3 whilst some poor guy thinks I'm nuts. But really common sense is. If there is no money there is no money to give me CORRECT? And he really should work on not sighing at customers on the phone! I was tempted to hang up but the 80 loss would make me cry.
Anyway. Back to study. My notes consist [so far of lecturer headings. I will fill each heading in once I finish blogging, and have breakfast and shower and oh find some motivation] {Besides the exam is 8am on Saturday I have loads of unavailable time! ;) }
BUT you should be proud. I have completed 2 out of 4 assignments. And 3/4 of a third. Which really its incompleteness is all due to FireFox not liking my VALIDATED CSS. Really if W3C says its perfect why the fuck does FireFox hate it so? [Anyone good at html and CSS call me URGENTLY] (Actually Google tell me its cause Internet Explorer does not use supported HTML. Which sucks. I am really hoping my tutor marks it in Internet Explorer so, I don't know, PASS)
But I am going in to see my tutor who I haven't seen since week 3 and now its week 6. [He thinks I am some stupid blonde! BUT when he sees my website, that Nataasha helped me build ha ha, he will be amazed. [and probably ask me questions that I don't know the answer too]
I aim to finish my notes and my Quiz for another subject before I go. Then I'll fix my web in the tutorial and finish the report on it while there and then my third assessment will be done. I'll study all day Thursday and will be all cool for my first exam. Must go find out when the other 3 are. Rude of them not to email me. [But they probably did. I hate the new @connect emails. Mainly cause they boot me from bloody hotmail. And who the hell remembers the new email address?
I also realize that this is very random. I blame lack of decent sleep, lack of food, lack of caring and amongst other things lack of sanity.
Princess
PS: The Go Card Helpline guy thinks I'm stupid. Really common sense is the following:
If I lost Go Card 1 and you transferred the funds to Go Card 2 there would be no funds on Go Card 1. Consequently Go Card 2 would have Go Card 1's funds. So when Go Card 2 disappeared somewhere in my room you would transfer the money from Go Card 2 to Go Card 3 as Go Card 1 has no funds as they were moved to Go Card 2. Somehow though Translink decided to give me "money" that wasn't there from Go Card 1. And rip me off by 40 bucks in the process.
Now I have to wait an extra 10 days for the correct amount to be moved from Go Card 2 to Go Card 3 whilst some poor guy thinks I'm nuts. But really common sense is. If there is no money there is no money to give me CORRECT? And he really should work on not sighing at customers on the phone! I was tempted to hang up but the 80 loss would make me cry.
Hey Hey Hey FUCKING Hey
I for one will never understand mothers. I do not think that the ignore the child screaming Hey Hey Hey Hey every freaking five seconds is an effective way of making the irritating little brat shut up.
Maybe I am mean. I know nothing of raising children so yeah it might come across as harsh for me to be ranting about poor parenting. But come of it. When my parents ignore me I do the exact same thing. i..e. I just call their name loudier and loudier until eventually they have no option to pay attention to what insignificant little thing I deem important that I want to tell them about. I'm sure you all do the same thing. [NO DENYING IT YOU HEAR?] Why the hell do you think a kid wont have the same fragile I am important and have something fantastic to say so pay attention to me attitude will be any freaking different? My little brother does the same thing. The easiest and fastest way to shut him up is ask him what he wants to say, listen, nod and smile and wow their is now silence. Ignoring makes him loudier NOT quiet and yelling at him to shut up only makes him do it to piss you off even more. Really if I know that how the hell to make a child stop trying to get your attention loudly how cant a mother?
So please have some fucking respect for people with split headaches from the heat who have to come home to four years old brothers and do not want to hear your child loudly trying to get your attention which you are not even, out of human decency, nice enough to give.
Either ask the kid what the fuck he wants to say or tell him to shut the fuck up [Which as previously stated will properly not work. Unless you smack him which might just make him cry loudier then he was screaming]. He should know at six-ish yelling doesn't give him any brownie points.. And sugar it sure as hell didn't make anyone feel anything praise worthy of you!
NEWSFLASH no one feels [too] pissed off at the child. Everyone thinks horrible bitchy mother for ignoring her child slash not teaching him proper manners for public transport.
Princess
Maybe I am mean. I know nothing of raising children so yeah it might come across as harsh for me to be ranting about poor parenting. But come of it. When my parents ignore me I do the exact same thing. i..e. I just call their name loudier and loudier until eventually they have no option to pay attention to what insignificant little thing I deem important that I want to tell them about. I'm sure you all do the same thing. [NO DENYING IT YOU HEAR?] Why the hell do you think a kid wont have the same fragile I am important and have something fantastic to say so pay attention to me attitude will be any freaking different? My little brother does the same thing. The easiest and fastest way to shut him up is ask him what he wants to say, listen, nod and smile and wow their is now silence. Ignoring makes him loudier NOT quiet and yelling at him to shut up only makes him do it to piss you off even more. Really if I know that how the hell to make a child stop trying to get your attention loudly how cant a mother?
So please have some fucking respect for people with split headaches from the heat who have to come home to four years old brothers and do not want to hear your child loudly trying to get your attention which you are not even, out of human decency, nice enough to give.
Either ask the kid what the fuck he wants to say or tell him to shut the fuck up [Which as previously stated will properly not work. Unless you smack him which might just make him cry loudier then he was screaming]. He should know at six-ish yelling doesn't give him any brownie points.. And sugar it sure as hell didn't make anyone feel anything praise worthy of you!
NEWSFLASH no one feels [too] pissed off at the child. Everyone thinks horrible bitchy mother for ignoring her child slash not teaching him proper manners for public transport.
Princess
Passwords
I re-joint this today. I was originally a member but lost my log in and other such important details. Small things like passwords slip my mind. Highly annoying when one is trying to log into her QUT account whilst a tutor stares at her impatiently. [Mainly because I have a bad habit of walking in 10 or so minutes late {if I turn up at all}]
And really its not my fault I have numerous passwords. Facebook, twitter, hotmail, google, QUT, Spiritus Platfrom, Procura, Sun Systems, and other various devices with requirements for passwords beyond my gold fish memory span capabilities.
And to make matters worse most of the passwords expire after sixty days and cant be repeated. So forgive me if I am one of those people that emails her passwords to herself or write them on a sticky note that is stuck to her desk. [Which FYI is helpful for me and people tyring to log into a secure network ;)] {But from an IT perspective try not to do that... but as I like to point out if I cant remember my password to my outlook how the hell am I meant to get in and find the email to myself that has my user name and password to get in to outlook in the first place? Therefore to be pro active I email them to myself and write them on a conveniently located sticky note on my desk}
The lesson my friends is the following,
Always email your passwords to an email account that you have the password and username saved as remember me so you can automatic log in and can find the pesky little buggers.
Secondly use that damn sticky note. Screw the consequences of some random person logging in as you. Buddy if you want my debt, my poorly written assignments or want to answer my work queries be my guest. I'd love someone else to take on my debt, fail a subject and do my work!
Princess
And really its not my fault I have numerous passwords. Facebook, twitter, hotmail, google, QUT, Spiritus Platfrom, Procura, Sun Systems, and other various devices with requirements for passwords beyond my gold fish memory span capabilities.
And to make matters worse most of the passwords expire after sixty days and cant be repeated. So forgive me if I am one of those people that emails her passwords to herself or write them on a sticky note that is stuck to her desk. [Which FYI is helpful for me and people tyring to log into a secure network ;)] {But from an IT perspective try not to do that... but as I like to point out if I cant remember my password to my outlook how the hell am I meant to get in and find the email to myself that has my user name and password to get in to outlook in the first place? Therefore to be pro active I email them to myself and write them on a conveniently located sticky note on my desk}
The lesson my friends is the following,
Always email your passwords to an email account that you have the password and username saved as remember me so you can automatic log in and can find the pesky little buggers.
Secondly use that damn sticky note. Screw the consequences of some random person logging in as you. Buddy if you want my debt, my poorly written assignments or want to answer my work queries be my guest. I'd love someone else to take on my debt, fail a subject and do my work!
Princess
Barefoot Contessa
Inspired me to cook.
Too bad my mum sucks at keeping the kitchen stocked, and I have to get my lazy ass out of the house on my day off.
And I have to scrab money from my mum's table! BECAUSE MY STUPID PIN HASN'T ARRIVED IN THE MAIL YET!
Besides the access to my mum's spare change, I have no cash at all. Nothing, nada.
So it's 12:03pm. The only thing I've eaten today is a really gross triple chocolate muffin that is way too sweet. I know I usually love anything with chocolate, but seriously, chocolate chips, chocolate batter, and chocolate fudge in something as small as a muffin is too sweet. It leaves a really yucky after taste as well.
This is why I want to cook, cook something that is as good as chocolate, but not overly sweet, something that will not leave some kind of disgusting after taste.
I've decided on chocolate mousse and whip cream. I have whip cream at home, I have chocolate at home, but I have no plain cream to make the mousse. And that is why if I want to cook, I'll have to get my lazy butt out of the house.
And why should I cook? My laziness is stronger than my desire to cook. And this is why I'm blogging. Because I'm lazy.
"Blog because I'm lazy". Some people say "I'm too lazy to blog", but I enjoy twisting things around and making no sense at all.
What can I say, I'm cool like that. Not self-absorbed at all.
I should actually be at uni right now. I made plans to lunch with a friend. But, I overslept (see a pattern anyone?), this always happen, my alarm clock NEVER go off when I need it to, and it goes off when I don't want it to. I guess you can say... TURN IT OFF WHEN YOU DON'T WANT IT TO GO OFF! But you know me, and I know you, and I know that you know that I will never do such thing because I'M LAZY.
This blog entry should be titled "I'm Lazy", but I'm too lazy to change it, so it shall remain "Barefoot Contessa" for as long as I live and have exclusive access to my password on blogger.com.
So to sign off, I'll end with a quote from an excellent song.
Tiffy
Too bad my mum sucks at keeping the kitchen stocked, and I have to get my lazy ass out of the house on my day off.
And I have to scrab money from my mum's table! BECAUSE MY STUPID PIN HASN'T ARRIVED IN THE MAIL YET!
Besides the access to my mum's spare change, I have no cash at all. Nothing, nada.
So it's 12:03pm. The only thing I've eaten today is a really gross triple chocolate muffin that is way too sweet. I know I usually love anything with chocolate, but seriously, chocolate chips, chocolate batter, and chocolate fudge in something as small as a muffin is too sweet. It leaves a really yucky after taste as well.
This is why I want to cook, cook something that is as good as chocolate, but not overly sweet, something that will not leave some kind of disgusting after taste.
I've decided on chocolate mousse and whip cream. I have whip cream at home, I have chocolate at home, but I have no plain cream to make the mousse. And that is why if I want to cook, I'll have to get my lazy butt out of the house.
And why should I cook? My laziness is stronger than my desire to cook. And this is why I'm blogging. Because I'm lazy.
"Blog because I'm lazy". Some people say "I'm too lazy to blog", but I enjoy twisting things around and making no sense at all.
What can I say, I'm cool like that. Not self-absorbed at all.
I should actually be at uni right now. I made plans to lunch with a friend. But, I overslept (see a pattern anyone?), this always happen, my alarm clock NEVER go off when I need it to, and it goes off when I don't want it to. I guess you can say... TURN IT OFF WHEN YOU DON'T WANT IT TO GO OFF! But you know me, and I know you, and I know that you know that I will never do such thing because I'M LAZY.
This blog entry should be titled "I'm Lazy", but I'm too lazy to change it, so it shall remain "Barefoot Contessa" for as long as I live and have exclusive access to my password on blogger.com.
So to sign off, I'll end with a quote from an excellent song.
I guess it's time to take my curtain call, I'm dying to thank you
all.
McFly - The Last Song (Radio:ACTIVE)
I salute,Tiffy