Wednesday afternoon
You know I'm really bored when I start to blog. True to form, I am now bored out of my socks and eyeballs. Not for lack of industriousness never fear. It's merely because I have nothing to do!! That is probablythe worse curse for me. Having NOTHING TO DO. I should have an antidote for it. AFter all, I am sitting in front of a computer with unlimited internet access. Surely I could entertain myself for the next 2 hours. Unfortunately, I'm at a client site and I'm sitting among the people working here! Maybe I'm wrong, but it's usually best to give a good impression when you're with your client. So I have to look engrossed in work even though I'm blogging. IN fact, I am so sneaky that I have to blog in one of my programming editors so it looks like I'm doing work.
I still haven't quite figured out what you actually put in your blog. Some people write really amusing tales of their day. Others write literary pieces that are quite amazing. I don't think I can claim either of those two grounds. So I reckon I'll just write WHATEVER I WANT. Contrary to what people usually do, I'll write about someone else's day.
Two days ago my housemate cut herself in the kitchen. Quite badly actually. She was trying to separate two frozen crumpets with a knife, and missed. Needless to say, she cut the next thing in line after that, which happened to be her thigh. Now, I wasn't actually there to witness this. All I know is what she told me. It's still pretty exciting, because she had to call an ambulance to get her to the hospital. She rang me while in the ambulance just to assure me that no one got murdered, in case I hyperventilated when I got home.
I came home prepared to see a pool of blood of some sort. Nothing prepared me for the size NOR the thickness of that pool of blood. It wasn't runny, liquidy blood. It was thick, thick, thick clotted blood. Thick and shiny, all over the kitchen floor. A very large part of the kitchen floor.
At first I nearly hyperventilated anyway because I noticed some flesh coloured bits in the pool of blood. Thankfully I had the presence of mind to realise that it was food, and not bits of her flesh nestled in that carnage. I really meant to clean up that blood. I really did. But the longer I looked at it the more it filled my nostrils with its metallic tang, and the more ill I felt. To my credit, I took out the mop and bucket all prepared to mop up the goo. But I couldn't step closer thana foot away from the mess. So I did what every sane human being would do. I rang my boyfriend.
I managed to convey the message that there was blood and I wanted to clean it but I couldn't. He came over quite promptly (he was going to come over anyway, so it wasn't like I was a total weakling) and took charge of the situation quite manfully. He told me in no uncertain terms that I was to stay away from the blood if it made me feel sick and sit down somewhere. So the lovely man cleaned up all the mess while I tried to clean my housemate's bloodied shoe and jacket.It turned out I shouldn't have bothered with the shoe because the other one ended up in the bin at the hospital.
Even after we (and I use that term loosely) cleaned up the mess, you could still smell the stench of blood in the air. Later on my other housemate had to clean the floor with bleach to get rid of the germs and the smell. The smell of bleach is so much more preferable to blood. Thank God I didn't choose to be a doctor or nurse. Or anyone that has to deal with blood.
After those exciting events we had to have dinner! I couldn't eat anything liquidy, so we had pizza, and watched TV. Guess what show we picked? Only the best one to watch after seeing blood : CSI. That episode had a bloodied bloated corpse in a bathtub, plus two people shot.
I guess it's a bit too late to apologise to the people who have either thrown up or are grossed out now. Sorry.
Anyway, it was only for lack of exciting events in my own life that I had to leech off someone else's. Hopefully she doesn't know I wrote about her. Or she can preen in its glory.
Now that I've written that, I have to find some other way to occupy myself. Wish me luck.
HAHA I WISH
As if. I can't wait till December. I'm going to be freezing my eyeballs in Europe, but it will be worth it.
I'm alive!!
Well. It's been a while since I last blogged. I can't believe I actually have the time to blog now, but there's no one at work and I'm bored, so I might as well make full use of this opportunity.
The extent of my freedom at work today is such that I have just got off the phone from an hour long chat with my brother in the US! Thanks be to God for cheap phone cards. I think the last I heard from the automated woman on the phone, I had 4000 minutes left. Fantastic.
Half of the motivation for this blog is pressure brought on by the fact that I just showed my brother how to put other blogger's links on his blog. Which means I am known to the world now. I thought I should just try and blog more than once a month. This is probably the last one before a month's fast again.
Work has been pretty hectic these last 2 months. For those of you who don't know, I'm currently on project consulting for one of the government departments in Victoria. I just have to confirm that government employees really do have the cushiest job. They seem to have no stress and no deadlines at all. At this point in my life, I wish I was them. I think if I really got my wish, I would wish I wasn't.
So far this job has been good, if you disregard the 12 to 14 hour days, and the intense stress levels. I'm just thankful that I haven't become a coffee junkie. Rather, I've cured myself of my almost-coffee-addiction. At last count, there are about 26 different takeaway coffee cups strewn around the room. I assure you none of them are mine.
Coffee seems to have replaced blood in this room. Fortunately I had enough foresight to stop drinking it before I too became a victim of coffee blood. I never have coffee on workdays now, but I can still enjoy a good coffee on the weekend if I want to. That hasn't happened yet.
One thing I really hate about this job is how much time I have to spend on my derriere. TRANSLATION: BOTTOM. I can't believe I'm sitting in front of a computer for 12 hours straight in a day. The only way I can make myself move sometimes is drinking lots of water so I have to go to the bathroom a lot.
Thankfully the weather is clearing up (it's officially SPRING), and I can now take walks in the park that is so conveniently located across my building! There are some really glorious days here, which cause me to wish I was still a slacker in my old job. Those were the days when I could skip work just because it was a sunny day and I wanted to sunbathe in my back yard.
For what it's worth, I'm doing well and thriving on a chaotic and busy lifestyle. The next blog will probably be telling you all about my wonderful relaxing holiday.
It's Monday
It's Monday. And I'm still at work. At 8:30pm. Isn't Monday the day you can be forgiven for not working hard because of just that reason? Or was it Friday? Whatever it is, I wish I could claim that excuse. Instead, I am still at work. I'm cold and hungry and tired and sleepy and grumpy. And I hate computers.
I can't believe I'm still at work.
The nest is emptying
My brother. Is going away. For a LONG time. He's leaving. My little brother. My baby brother. He's going out into the big bad world all by HIMSELF. Without me. I think I am having a bad case of Over-Protective-Sister Syndrome.
I still can't believe it. I've been urging him and encouraging him to make a place for himself in the world. How was I to know he would actually take those words to heart and do it? Be careful what you wish for...
Now my parents are all alone. Left with an empty nest. I'm sure they will have lots of fun. But I still feel bad. Maybe we should go home. Maybe I shouldn't wish for things anymore...
So this is what life is like
Me. Eating. While working. This is what life is like for me now. I mean, I already eat enough at normal times, how on earth am I supposed to stay in reasonable shape when I'm eating in front of a computer? Definitely an occupational hazard.
Life was foreseen to be revolving around computers, but this is ridiculous. I spend on average 14 hours a day in front of a computer/laptop. I used to go online at home after work...but that would just be too much. I never want to look at a computer outside of work anymore...
Maybe I'm not cut out to be a gung ho consultant. I just don't see the point of spending every waking minute at work. When I don't get paid extra. I mean, there's the reason for doing it just because I love it, but seriously. I prefer to have a life. Or some semblance of one. Right now I'm just frantically grasping at straws for one. I just wish I had one day to do nothing. Just have my mind blank and not look at anything remotely electronic.
Is it any wonder that young professionals get burnt out so quickly in their careers? Why families are so easily broken up because the parent(s) is(are) too busy to hold the fabric together? I don't want that. I don't want to be chasing after things in this world that don't even last. What does it count for in light of eternity?
It's almost a cliche to say you want to live your life with an eternity perspective. Easy to be bandied about, but so hard to do. Our perspectives are so clouded by today's society and values. The sponge of our minds soak up what the world tells us, and we find it so difficult to grasp something intangible, that we cannot even hope to fathom.
Yet isn't that what faith is? Putting your trust in the unseen? Do we live each day in the hope that whatever we do counts for eternity? Do we ignore the druggie asking for money or do we be kind to them? Do we disdain the poor or show love to them? Such simple things, but so rare to come across. When will we realise that everything we do is like a pebble in a landslide? Little acts lead to chains of events that lead to circumstances that we could never engineer any other way.
Christians can be so guilty of being self righteous. I can say that because I am one. I've been one for 17 years. Enough to see the full facets of Christianity, manifested more often in religion and superciliousness than kindness and love. It pains me to see that Christians are usually the most judgemental and criticising breed.
I find myself turning more towards my non Christian friends when I need to share something personal, firstly because I know they'll just take it at face value and not judge me, and secondly because they won't tell anyone else. Isn't life more about the big picture than the nitty gritty details? I've been guilty of being judgemental and supercilious as well. I had to learn the hard way that it's not the way to love or win anyone.
I want to live life like Jesus. Loving people no matter what they've done or where they've come from. Looking at their potential and the big perspective rather than the dust in their eye. Life is meant to be living to the fullest, not chasing after things that fade away. Life in light of eternity. That's what I'll strive for.
First Frustrated Musing
And here comes my first blog. It's funny that I registered for this months ago and forgot about it. I only remembered after reading my brother's blog that maybe I should have a go at mine. So here it is....
What exactly constitutes a blog? Am I to write/post the happenings of my very exciting day? Or am I meant to vent my frustrations? Or perhaps just encapsulate in general how I am feeling? I think I'll go with the last two, as my day hasn't particularly been that exciting.
It's been a whirlwind month, getting knee deep (sometimes nose deep) into this project, and putting in ridiculously long hours so that the client will stay happy even though we don't get paid extra! Yes, this is the horrible reality of the consulting world...it may seem glamorous but only the opposite is true.
Who would have thought my foray into the consulting industry would be hitting a brick wall so soon. I do enjoy my job, but somehow I still feel mistreated, much like a child slave working in a sweatshop. Okay, maybe it's not that bad but I feel maligned and abused right now.
Besides all that melodrama, I reckon my life is going pretty well. Well on the way to old age, but nonetheless going well. I think the only thing missing from my life now is a puppy. I want a puppy. I mean I really really want a puppy. Words cannot describe how much I want one. A cream coloured labrador puppy to be exact. I'm told it will be expensive. I don't care. Because I want a puppy...
I think it's time to return to work...I recently read that you can get fired for blogging...so here I go...
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