panty raid

Baxter has taken to stealing my underwear. As if sniffing crotch isn't enough...

Trepidation

She steps in the door to be greeted by the boss and curious passersby. She swallows and tries not to show fear to the minions, who will devour her when the boss is out of sight. Her new space is cluttered with the remnants of the previous occupant, who left in quite a hurry, and the discarded items left there by those too lazy (or inconsiderate) to dispose of them properly.

And after the smiles and welcomes and coffee and pie are all gone, the new girl sits in her salmon-coloured cubicle, alone, overwhelmed, and completely clueless as to what to do now. Shrouded in files and leaky pens, her desk is testament to her new life. And she sits behind it. And waits.

you know someone's slacking off...

...when your work email gets more spam than your hotmail account. So much for our so-called high security IT environment.

awake is the new sleep

Ben wasn't kidding. Here's what's been keeping me awake lately.



Meet Baxter. Awwwww.....

Don't worry, this won't turn into one of those "I love my puppy" blogs. But he does deserve a mention now because he's the latest addition to my life. And he's cute.

compulsory

meetings should always be accompanied by a bottle of red, or choc chip cookies - depending on the time of day.

i should be working

here only in body... mind and spirit are on vacation

T minus 13

(working) days and counting.

speaking in code

taking a sick day to catch up on my other job. and sleep. spent all weekend reading the Da Vinci Code. i can't help but be a bit disappointed in the ending. part of me wants them to ruin it for everyone, but part of me agrees with it. people should make their own decisions about these things... when they are ready.

and the Rainman cometh...

too many secrets

I've been told I have to apply for a 'Secret' security clearance for work. Which is fucking hilarious. Everyone knows I can't keep a secret...

Hittin' the books (again)

Under my highschool year book photo (graduation year) are the words:

Future Occupation: Student

At the time, I was very non-plussed with my friends, who thought that was actually funny. I was going to get a real job! I would have a career!

Finally, I am making my way down my career path, despite a myriad of meaningless and unrewarding jobs. Yet, since I graduated highschool, I have also been continuously studying some TAFE diploma or a short course in something or other. And after an eight month break from the books, I'm going back for more.

For the first time in my "professional student" career though, I'm actually going to be a uni student. By correspondence. But in three years time I'll get to put some letters after my name.

BA(VA)

Yeah, it's an Arts degree. But hey, I'm already in the industry, so it might actually be useful.

Can't believe those useless friends of mine were actually right though...

all my idols are absent

chivarly

I'd like to regale you with this amusing tale of chivalry gone horribly wrong.

I had to make a delivery to another office this morning, which involved carrying two heavy-looking boxes. A guy passing by kindly offered to help me but I declined as, if I were to break my momemtum, something clumsy would surely ensue.

I made it to the foyer of the building without incident and placed my boxes on the pillar next to the turnstiles to rummage for my security pass. These turnstiles were more like waist-high electronic doors that part in the middle when you swipe your pass. This guy was still determined to help me and as he grabbed my boxes from the pillar, the turnstile doors swung shut - with one leg either side of the doors and, I presume, a rather crushed package between them.

Needless to say, he did not offer any further assistance.