Golden Ice update

Golden Ice progress!

I haven't blogged for a long time, well, long for me. I've been on leave and ENJOYING MYSELF for a change!!

I don't feel like talking about work now, just that it's boring and I don't feel like going back!! I've been chilling, stitching, playing Diablo, just chilling :)

Anyway, let me leave it at that... here's Golden Ice!

3 working days left

I have 3 working days left until I'm on 3 weeks' leave. God I can't wait. This miserable fucking place is driving me to distraction.

Today I was receptionist the whole day cos Madam was off sick - it gave me a brief respite from those damn drawings (still got about 100 to fold).

I'm just so tired of the place, the misery that sinks in after so long without actually having fun. There's hardly ever a 'light moment', everyone's so bored and autopilot if not busy-to-death.

2 colleagues' wives had babies recently (as in, last week/this week). The one guy was off from work today, and I heard the 1 director talking to hbbm about it, apparently the guy had taken the rest of the week off and would only be back on Monday. The typist informed me after I overheard the bosses that BOTH of the guys had TOLD the bosses of the probability of the birth/s happening ahead of time or after the holidays. But, boss(-turd)'s response (talking to hbbm)? OOZING SARCASM 'didn't you know, it's now the norm to take a week off paternity leave' and 'what's he staying home for? She's going to have to look after both of them (this is colleague's second baby) at SOME stage!'. Utter, despicable OOZING SLIMY SARCASM. I felt so angry I wanted to stand up and yell 'WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, ASSHOLE! Just because YOU hate YOUR wife and don't LIKE YOUR KIDS doesn't mean this colleague's in the same pity-boat as you!!!!'. Just because HE doesn't particularly enjoy HIS life doesn't mean the rest of us HAVE NO LIVES!!!

Jesus Christ in a Handbasket! I seriously don't know what is wrong with that guy! The utter lack of compassion, no, not even compassion, just the acknowledgement that the people working here are actual living beings with existence OUTSIDE of this morgue!!

I really need to get out of here!!! God I'm trying! I've been browsing the online job ads, applied for some, no results yet. I seriously (yes I've said it before many times) need to get out of here.

Travelbug!!

How is it possible that something like a travelbug can grab you so forcefully?

 

IT'S CRAZY!

 

Just browsing the tiny bit of internet we're allowed (our mailboxes), I saw a banner ad for viewing celebs' travel-wear.  And OMG I WANT TO GO ON HOLIDAY!!!!

 

I guess it's partly because of the 'eagerness' to actually move to Aus (or at least, to have some movement on our application so we can start prepping ourselves for the move), but mostly I think it's the 'without-a-care-in-the-world-apart-from-me-and-my-destination' feeling.

When you travel, you really are relieved of all mundane responsibility, and get to be responsible merely for your own travel, experiences, plans, purchases.  It's like a cocoon, of selfishness, I suppose, where nothing else matters and you feel cameraderie towards other travellers because they also are in their own cocoon, enjoying their own travel-holiday too, and you're all free to explore and experience.  The motives are the same:  experiencing something new/different.

And of course it's the newness of everything, the perspective and just plain FUN you have, exploring and learning about a place (like how things are done), and the orientation you learn, being in a new place with no inner-map to guide you.

 

OK THIS BLOGPOST HASN'T HELPED!!!! %-) WANT TO TRAVEL MORE NOW!!!!!!!!

Unearthings

I've been sorting papers (no, not QUITE how Mom does it), and I'm happy to report that I don't have a roomful of paper.  But boy oh boy I have a whole pile of hoss drawings, mostly mine through the years, but some of my sister's too.  And a 'journal' from our holiday when I was 8.  I'm so pleased to know (to actually, really KNOW, not just 'have the impression') that I don't have lots of stuff.  Growing up, being aware of all our stuff stored in the roof, and in cupboards, and in the garage, and wendyhouses, and every nook and cranny, left me thinking I had a colossal amount of things that belonged to me, but now, going through everything and actually organising it, I DON'T!  YAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

I found the old letters from my uncle... I was about 9, and there are only 3.  I had the impression that there were more, but I guess they were so cherished that they seemed like a whole pile.  But I'm glad - they've been found and I'm going to make a copy (scan them).

All this discovery makes me feel very melancholy.  So many people, that I've 'missed out on', because of the age-gap  (Dad was 60 when I was born, and his siblings were all around that age too).  Because of the age-gap, I really don't have a large 'family' at all.  I'm sad that there was such an age-gap, as had things been different, I'd have known my uncles and aunts for a lot longer!  But, things cannot be changed, and they were still precious family, much loved by Dad... and by my sis and me too.

It has made me think a lot lately about Dad, and the whole life-time he'd already had before my sis and I were born.  I wish he was around for me to ask about things, to talk to him about his brothers and sisters, about where they lived, what they did, where they worked... I wonder now, too, whether his youngest sister (my aunt!) is still alive... if I would be able to email her and say hi.  Before it is too late, as Dad, and his other siblings, are gone.  Completely gone.  Although it would be comforting to think that they are 'somewhere else', I cannot bring myself to believe that, and have to face the loss.

On another archivey tack, my aunt has arranged to have film reels, belonging to Mom's and her uncle, put onto disk.  It shows Mom's side of the family, until now far less documented than Dad's side of the family.  I can't wait to see them.

Completely unrelated news is that I've updated and put out my CV.  Despite the pending visa, I feel, once again, compelled to make a change.  Get out of this rut, even though staying in it would tide me over until we move.

The only news, at the moment, regarding the visa is that the PCC applications have been sent off.  Once again, any merit Postnet has garnered by 'knowing all about' PCC applications, they have LOST by charging R400 ONE WAY just to get an envelope there.  Another R400 to get it BACK!  Milk, the, market, assholes!!

I'm going to try make another arrangement, see if someone else can fetch it for us, because Postnet's *usual* price to courier something up to Pta is R120.

I haven't stitched for a long time, again.  I've been slowly but surely ticking off gross 'to-do' tasks.  The current one is the sorting of the papers.  After that, I just have gmailbox to sort out, my laptop to backup, and then voila.  Stitch and scrapbooking will get my attention!  Yes, I STILL haven't scrapbooked the wedding+honeymoon!  I'll probably sit and do that before resuming cross-stitch.

I'm going to sign off for now.  That's about all news I have right now.