The reason I bought the business suit last week was because I had an interview lined up for Thursday, as well as for Monday.
Thursday's interview went well (admin position), and they said they'd get back to me on Tuesday. Monday's interview was for an audiotyping position, and I had to do a typing and listening+typing test. They were going to let me know this week what the results of my tests were, etc. While I was getting ready for Monday's interview, I got a call from a third company, asking if I could come for an interview the following day. Sjoe!
Tuesday's interview went pretty well, I'd say... I was offered the job on the spot!!
The offer was emailed the following day, and I waited another day before replying as I wanted to give Thursday's company a chance to contact me. I replied this morning to accept the Tuesday's company job offer though, and as Murphy would have it, Thursday's company phoned this afternoon to offer me their job! And then a little while later, Monday's company phoned to say that my 'test results' were very good and that they were just waiting to hear back from my references...
So, due to having a business suit and makeup, I seem to have 2.5 job offers in 1 week. Wow-o.
But anyway, I accepted the Tuesday's company job offer, and begin work Monday. The guy who was interviewing me asked if I could start the very next day, but I said no as I'd need a bit of time to sort myself out and buy work clothes LOL.
So, today we went clothes shopping. Or rather, I did. G was my portable clothing-rail for a while. I only bought shirts as I can always just wear black trousers every day for now. I'm really hoping the dress code isn't as formal as all other companies in the entire city seem to require.
I also bought a new purse. The stupid QLD drivers' licence is not credit-card sized (it's larger), which pisses me off no end and DOESN'T fit in my Wonderbra purse (it was a freebie with a magazine LOL). Hopefully the traffic dept will roll-out the new chipped, credit-card sized licence cards soon.
I also bought... brace yourself... A HANDBAG. OMFG sound the trumpets, I bought a real, live (ok, not really) handbag!!!!
A handbag. Ok, trumpets can go back to silent-mode now, because I already have a handbag, I just thought it wasn't 'smart' looking enough to go with my business attire now... and it's a little big. Although, I'm probably going to resort to taking a backpack again anyway because of needing to pack lunch every day like I usually do (I loathe spending money on 'eat-out' lunch, it's such a waste) - I might just stuff the little handbag in the backpack LOL.
Ok, so that's my news for the week, I think. No, wait...
I've been looking online at houses to rent (yes, already) and there have been 1 or 2 available for when we're looking to start renting again. We went to see one yesterday, and are going to see another tomorrow. Because of where we're looking to rent (safer/nicer suburbs), it's a little more expensive than where we are now, but I can honestly say I'm so over this house (and suburb) now.
Also, what sucks big eggs is that, although it's not the rental agency's fault, they are not able to make any security improvements on the house. Because the owner passed away. Yup, for real. So everything is on hold until someone gets power of attorney etc etc etc, which will probably be only just before our lease expires. So we sit, stuck, in an unsafe feeling house, with not much security, AND we can't even get permission to get a dog as company/3rd pair of ears around the house... because it's not worth breaking the lease over... bah!
Ok, drama-queening aside, it's under 2 months til we're free... I just hope nothing happens in that time.
I've also come to the FUCKING realisation that in all likelihood, we were broken into because I, wise-as-an-owl person that I am, didn't think it was NECESSARY, in this land of milk and honey, to HIDE my stupid laptop OUT OF SIGHT from any window in the entire house, before going out for ONE HOUR.
Never in my right mind would I have left the laptop (or anything vaguely valuable) within sight in SA... why on EARTH did I not hide my laptop out of view here? Really stupid! Why take the chance? Oh, you know, I guess it's because we heard (and still hear) all these lovely stories of people going on holiday for a few weeks and accidentally leaving their front door unlocked and coming back to find nothing stolen. Why us? One goddamned hour?! Hardly fair... I dunno. I'm not whining (or maybe I am?), I'm just penning these thoughts so as to exorcise them. Dunno. This whole 'coming to terms' thing is slower and more stupid than I ever imagined it would be. Bear with me, folks.
Ok, apart from these rambly thoughts, I have to admit one thing: I've been looking at the RSPCA's adoptapet site lately, looking at all the cute dogs up for adoption... there are 2 that I hope aren't adopted (so we can go see them) before we get permission to get a dog... :-P I know, it's wishful thinking etc, and we probably wouldn't get permission etc etc etc, but still. It'd be lovely to give a poor adopt-a-dog a forever home.
Ah well. Time must happen. And with that, it's bedtime. Toodle-doo for now.
P.S. my stitching has pretty much stalled due to having to jobhunt til it came out of my ears. Hopefully now that I have (touch wood) a job, I'll be able to settle into a routine of a bit of stitching during the evenings. When you're busy 'not doing anything much', you just don't really accomplish much - it's such a waste of time. Not sure that came out as eloquently as it should, but ah well.
Adieu for now!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
I did it...
I bought the Heart Strings kit... and pillow form. From separate websites, but YIPPEE!!
So, 2 parcels on their way to me. I know, it's going to be a while before I actually get to DO this project, but at least I now will HAVE it, regardless of whether it goes out of distribution forever. Who knows, maybe I've just bought THE LAST ONE ever...?
In other news, today I bought a business suit. And, *gasp* some makeup. So, any forthcoming interviews, I'm READY! And, I've opened up the job-search a bit, by now fitting the criteria for receptionist jobs... so maybe I'm about to find MY PERFECT job any moment now.
Actually, I'm pretty excited because I look so POSH now hehehe... and the makeup looks quite nice. Ok, I've only used the foundation so far, but still! Yay, hidden blemishes :-P
Gonna knock their socks off, watch this space!
Oh, wait, before I sign off, I was phoned yesterday by one of the companies I went to an interview with, and who said I was a 'preferred candidate', basically to say sorry, but you didn't get the job. Everything was fine, the lady said, but hearing my referees' impression of how well I'd suit the job... not so good. Apparently, I don't work so well when a lot of people give me things to do at one time, and the lady said they'd rather not put me in a position where there'll be 100+ people who might give me things to do if it's just going to stress me out.
Ok, fair enough, except, how WOULD anyone at my previous company even KNOW whether I'd be ok with dealing with multiple tasks at once, when I've only ever been allowed to do ONE THING AT A TIME ever because ONLY HBBM'S WORK was ever important!! *Sigh* but you can't say that to a prospective employer, but still. Sucks to be 'let down' by how stupid the previous place's scenario was. Really, I never was allowed any autonomy over my workload because HBBM's stuff really was the be all and end all of everything, and even if anyone gave me something to do, HBBM's stuff trumped it by a mile. So anyway, one more job application for nil, but still, I'm going to keep on looking and applying.
Watch this space!
So, 2 parcels on their way to me. I know, it's going to be a while before I actually get to DO this project, but at least I now will HAVE it, regardless of whether it goes out of distribution forever. Who knows, maybe I've just bought THE LAST ONE ever...?
In other news, today I bought a business suit. And, *gasp* some makeup. So, any forthcoming interviews, I'm READY! And, I've opened up the job-search a bit, by now fitting the criteria for receptionist jobs... so maybe I'm about to find MY PERFECT job any moment now.
Actually, I'm pretty excited because I look so POSH now hehehe... and the makeup looks quite nice. Ok, I've only used the foundation so far, but still! Yay, hidden blemishes :-P
Gonna knock their socks off, watch this space!
Oh, wait, before I sign off, I was phoned yesterday by one of the companies I went to an interview with, and who said I was a 'preferred candidate', basically to say sorry, but you didn't get the job. Everything was fine, the lady said, but hearing my referees' impression of how well I'd suit the job... not so good. Apparently, I don't work so well when a lot of people give me things to do at one time, and the lady said they'd rather not put me in a position where there'll be 100+ people who might give me things to do if it's just going to stress me out.
Ok, fair enough, except, how WOULD anyone at my previous company even KNOW whether I'd be ok with dealing with multiple tasks at once, when I've only ever been allowed to do ONE THING AT A TIME ever because ONLY HBBM'S WORK was ever important!! *Sigh* but you can't say that to a prospective employer, but still. Sucks to be 'let down' by how stupid the previous place's scenario was. Really, I never was allowed any autonomy over my workload because HBBM's stuff really was the be all and end all of everything, and even if anyone gave me something to do, HBBM's stuff trumped it by a mile. So anyway, one more job application for nil, but still, I'm going to keep on looking and applying.
Watch this space!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
I think
I am getting a cold.
During the morning, I started to get *that feeling* in my nose/throat... and now I have a bit of a scratch starting in my throat and my nose has been drippy all day. Plus I feel a bit 'cuddly' like I want to wrap myself in a blanket and huddle, and I don't mean that in the 'it's cold, winter, brrr' kind of way.
I've been thinking of doing a bit of 'tidying', the past day or 2. I feel so uneasy, unsettled and unable to relax because of the burglary, and, like I said previously, I want to minimise the 'stealable' stuff I own. I feel so insecure, knowing that, if anyone wants to, they bloodywell can just break in at any time and there's not a flippin' thing we can do to stop them. Even if we had fort-knox-esque security, they'd still be able to get in.
Read a story this morning about a Melbourne couple who arrived home to find an intruder in their house, and he stabbed the husband 3 times and stabbed at the woman before escaping. How FUCKED UP is this whole world, when people COME HOME, to their own home, to find someone WHO SHOULDN'T BLOODYWELL BE THERE, only to be attacked and wounded by the intruder?! That's what 'intruding' means - not supposed to be there. The bastard shouldn't even BE THERE, let alone ATTACK THEM! It's just so wrong... so wrong.
Ok, rant over (at least, for that story). So yes, I want to minimise the 'value' of stuff I own, but then I'm left wondering, if someone DOES break in, only to find nothing to reward their efforts, they'd probably be angry and brutalise everything in the house, including the fishtank and bird cage (and Bird). I don't even want to think about it... but can't not.
And then, to make things even MORE happy and restful of late, there's this whole spate of hacking going on. The whole PSN/govt/CIA/whatever/and ever being hacked, which really makes me want to close every account/ID I have online.
Where are we safe, anymore? Were we ever safe? But, in this day and age (such a corny phrase, that), how can you get by without online accounts? There's no alternative path anymore...
I think I want to become a monk, or maybe even just a monkey.
Pic from Monkey Pictures
During the morning, I started to get *that feeling* in my nose/throat... and now I have a bit of a scratch starting in my throat and my nose has been drippy all day. Plus I feel a bit 'cuddly' like I want to wrap myself in a blanket and huddle, and I don't mean that in the 'it's cold, winter, brrr' kind of way.
I've been thinking of doing a bit of 'tidying', the past day or 2. I feel so uneasy, unsettled and unable to relax because of the burglary, and, like I said previously, I want to minimise the 'stealable' stuff I own. I feel so insecure, knowing that, if anyone wants to, they bloodywell can just break in at any time and there's not a flippin' thing we can do to stop them. Even if we had fort-knox-esque security, they'd still be able to get in.
Read a story this morning about a Melbourne couple who arrived home to find an intruder in their house, and he stabbed the husband 3 times and stabbed at the woman before escaping. How FUCKED UP is this whole world, when people COME HOME, to their own home, to find someone WHO SHOULDN'T BLOODYWELL BE THERE, only to be attacked and wounded by the intruder?! That's what 'intruding' means - not supposed to be there. The bastard shouldn't even BE THERE, let alone ATTACK THEM! It's just so wrong... so wrong.
Ok, rant over (at least, for that story). So yes, I want to minimise the 'value' of stuff I own, but then I'm left wondering, if someone DOES break in, only to find nothing to reward their efforts, they'd probably be angry and brutalise everything in the house, including the fishtank and bird cage (and Bird). I don't even want to think about it... but can't not.
And then, to make things even MORE happy and restful of late, there's this whole spate of hacking going on. The whole PSN/govt/CIA/whatever/and ever being hacked, which really makes me want to close every account/ID I have online.
Where are we safe, anymore? Were we ever safe? But, in this day and age (such a corny phrase, that), how can you get by without online accounts? There's no alternative path anymore...
I think I want to become a monk, or maybe even just a monkey.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
A little less lowjo
My mojo has recovered fractionally. It may have been PMS pushing me over the ledge into rant, but for now, Ranty McRantpants is off duty.
Yesterday we heard about the lunar eclipse and on hearing that we would be able to watch it (ie, that it wasn't already past), I set my alarm for 4am. I pressed snooze twice, so we only got up at 4:20 but we frozenly went and sat in 'my' spare room to watch through the window. We couldn't have chosen a better spot, actually, as the moon went straight down in the middle of the window! Also, I pulled out a spare blanket from the cupboard in there, so we were able to avoid freezing solid while we watched.
It was quite pretty... in that kind of awe-inspiring way where you realise that the moon, that constant in our lives, is WAYYYYYYYYYYYY over there, not 'hanging out in the sky' like a rainbow or a cloud, it's out there, in SPACE! The immense distance, and the incredible size of the moon (never mind the other planets or the sun), is once again reinstilled and I, for one, felt so lucky to be in a nice, secure house, sitting cuddled up with G and a blanket, looking through a window, rather than out there in the cold emptiness of space.
UTTERLY unrelated, but I think I should buy the Heart Strings pillow kit. It's still available on 123Stitch, but is no longer available on JCA's website (it doesn't come up if you do a search), which I think may mean that they have discontinued it and if I don't buy one NOW, I'll miss out on it. I did look at the pic of it and it seems like it'd match Spirit Horses quite well as they're both black fabric with bright butter-yellow cording. Thankfully, we have a 1-seater, a 2-seater and a 3-seater couch so if they really clash and don't get along well at all, they can go on separate couches! Plus, by the time I actually get to do Heart Strings, I'll be Miss SuperPro Stitcher, and will be up for a challenge which Heart Strings would certainly present, not being simple cross-stitch but crewel!
Ok, I know, I have a serious backlog of projects... ! But admittedly I did see Heart Strings before deciding not to buy anything more ever again, so it can be my stitching-shopping swansong...
Something that's been behaving weirdly lately is Blogger for Android. I keep getting notifications about a blogpost being successfully posted, when it was posted DAYS ago. WTF?
And on another unrelated note, seeing how cathartic blogging about stuff is, I wanted to spit out all the things that make me miss my stuff. For now, I'm going to focus on my ring/s:
I miss my wedding ring in particular, because I wore it instead of the engagement ring once we got the wedding rings. Not that I don't miss my engagement ring though. I miss my (wedding) ring, when I walk with shopping and I don't feel the ring pressing my finger as the bag handle squashes my fingers together. I miss it when I wash up and I don't have to take it off before putting the gloves on. I miss it when I wash my hands, because I used to make sure that I didn't leave soap under the ring, and as I was also cautious not to let it come off in the basin/in the towel when drying my hands. I miss taking it off at night and putting it next to my watch on my bedside table. I miss seeing it next to my watch, on the bedside table. I miss it when I feel the metal link sturdiness of my watch on my wrist and I don't feel the petite presence of my ring on my finger, because I used to put both on in the morning, without fail.
That's all I feel like blogging about for now, as I'm cold and it's time to make a hot water bottle. Ahh, small luxuries.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
These days
Things don't seem to be going very fantastically lately.
Maybe it's tinged with PMS... which is kak in itself for having a negative effect on things.
But really, it's been 2.5 months and counting and I still don't have a job. I've applied for over 70 jobs now, been to 9 interviews, had exactly one day of work, and been told that I am not dressed professionally enough (both by the interviewing recruitment agent lady AND hearing from her that that's what the company I did the one day of work for thought of me). Slather on that makeup, bitch, and wear BUSINESS-SUITS because that's what's CORPORATE, you know, never mind what you can actually do. And here I was looking for an admin job because you don't HAVE to be the goddamn face of the company... otherwise I'd be applying for frontline receptionist positions...?
It's getting pretty fucking old looking at job ads and having to endure reading about FANTASTIC OPPORTUNITIES TO WORK FOR THE MOST DYNAMIC COMPANY EVARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
So... yeah, a bit lowjo on the mojo right now.
Adding to my IRRITATION is the fact that I was signed up for a superannuation fund (compulsory pension fund jobbie they have in Aus), by the recruitment agency I did the one-day-job for, ON THE DAY of the one-day-job... only for them NOT EVEN PUTTING ANY MONEY INTO IT!
The annoyance of a) being signed up without asking (even though they're legallly required to pay towards it, it's still rude), b) having to register online which is a pain, c) looking at the account balance online and seeing a $0 balance and a -$6 transaction for admin fees, d) having to phone and find out about it, TWICE because the first person didn't make much sense and I thought I'd be paying a $1.55 weekly admin fee backdated to the date the company opened my fund account... before they even pay into it which might be end of this month OR end of next month e) hearing from the second guy that 'they won't pay anything unless you're earning over $450 per month... the account will stay $0 and it will be closed'.
So, in essence, the annoyance of being irritated by the annoying pointlessness of a super-fund for 1 day of work only to find out that it's not even a super, it's just... a waste of paper. I get signed up for a super-fund that they don't even pay into, only for it to be closed. W00t.
Everything feels a little pointless right now.
Hunting for my damn stuff on ebay and gumtree and wherever else. I'm so tired of it. I don't know why I bother... actually, I think I do. It's cos I have nothing else to do. Really. I don't *feel* like stitching and can't be bothered to play computer games or PSP games or anything. I just don't feel like it. I just don't feel like doing anything else like chores either (who ever wants to do chores)... don't care about this house to want to do weeding or cleaning outside or other things like that. Sick of applying for jobs. Can't be bothered looking for places to rent because we aren't even able to move until late August anyway and any houses available now won't be in August.
I just feel like... I wish I could be somewhere else. Lying on a bench in the sun. Nothing to worry about. I don't know. I'm just not having a wonderful time these days.
Maybe it's tinged with PMS... which is kak in itself for having a negative effect on things.
But really, it's been 2.5 months and counting and I still don't have a job. I've applied for over 70 jobs now, been to 9 interviews, had exactly one day of work, and been told that I am not dressed professionally enough (both by the interviewing recruitment agent lady AND hearing from her that that's what the company I did the one day of work for thought of me). Slather on that makeup, bitch, and wear BUSINESS-SUITS because that's what's CORPORATE, you know, never mind what you can actually do. And here I was looking for an admin job because you don't HAVE to be the goddamn face of the company... otherwise I'd be applying for frontline receptionist positions...?
It's getting pretty fucking old looking at job ads and having to endure reading about FANTASTIC OPPORTUNITIES TO WORK FOR THE MOST DYNAMIC COMPANY EVARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
So... yeah, a bit lowjo on the mojo right now.
Adding to my IRRITATION is the fact that I was signed up for a superannuation fund (compulsory pension fund jobbie they have in Aus), by the recruitment agency I did the one-day-job for, ON THE DAY of the one-day-job... only for them NOT EVEN PUTTING ANY MONEY INTO IT!
The annoyance of a) being signed up without asking (even though they're legallly required to pay towards it, it's still rude), b) having to register online which is a pain, c) looking at the account balance online and seeing a $0 balance and a -$6 transaction for admin fees, d) having to phone and find out about it, TWICE because the first person didn't make much sense and I thought I'd be paying a $1.55 weekly admin fee backdated to the date the company opened my fund account... before they even pay into it which might be end of this month OR end of next month e) hearing from the second guy that 'they won't pay anything unless you're earning over $450 per month... the account will stay $0 and it will be closed'.
So, in essence, the annoyance of being irritated by the annoying pointlessness of a super-fund for 1 day of work only to find out that it's not even a super, it's just... a waste of paper. I get signed up for a super-fund that they don't even pay into, only for it to be closed. W00t.
Everything feels a little pointless right now.
Hunting for my damn stuff on ebay and gumtree and wherever else. I'm so tired of it. I don't know why I bother... actually, I think I do. It's cos I have nothing else to do. Really. I don't *feel* like stitching and can't be bothered to play computer games or PSP games or anything. I just don't feel like it. I just don't feel like doing anything else like chores either (who ever wants to do chores)... don't care about this house to want to do weeding or cleaning outside or other things like that. Sick of applying for jobs. Can't be bothered looking for places to rent because we aren't even able to move until late August anyway and any houses available now won't be in August.
I just feel like... I wish I could be somewhere else. Lying on a bench in the sun. Nothing to worry about. I don't know. I'm just not having a wonderful time these days.
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Interesting
Blogging via my phone adds pics which can't be clicked to view larger. And the pic is reduced horribly too, so you cannot in actual fact see anything useful in the pic I posted last.
Also, I was referring to the outlining on the 'model' and chart, specifically around the greeny ring around the 'sun'/gold disk behind the geese, and the outlining of the feathers.
This pic would show you what I mean, although it too is a bit small:
Also, I was referring to the outlining on the 'model' and chart, specifically around the greeny ring around the 'sun'/gold disk behind the geese, and the outlining of the feathers.
This pic would show you what I mean, although it too is a bit small:
Silliness...
I have, as weird as it feels, been stitching. I've been persisting with Wedding Blessing, and since I haven't posted any pics of it for ages, I thought it was time.
I have also decided that the detailing/outlining stitches are a bit cruddy, so I'm going to do my own thing when doing those. The "circle" thing behind the geese and the feathers looks dumb, like a pixellated dot-matrix print of the early 90s. Watch this space...
Monday, June 06, 2011
After-effects
Yes, still not over this whole burglary thing.
Might take a while.
I realised yesterday (although I've been semi-aware of everything, it's just not bubbled to the surface until now) that whoever stole my laptops could so easily bypass the log-on password and steal all my 'data'. I've been horrified ever since googling and finding actual apps to do that. All my photos and videos and documents and saved files and stuff.
I kinda feel sick like I shouldn't even mention it on here in case they read my blog to keep tabs on me and then think I have something worth digging for. I hate this!! Parafuckingnoia!!!!!
A friend I was chatting to earlier said in all likelihood they would simply format both laptops, rather than sukkel (Afrikaans word for struggle) with getting into the files.
That's a small comfort, but I'm still SO PISSED OFF about it. And what of my FUCKING PHONE! No sim-pin, or phone-pin, or memory-card password... heaven knows why, ARGH!! Private, that's my goddamn phone, ARGH!!
Never mind the monetary value of BOTH goddamn laptops and my phone (never mind the rings - they don't hold personal things apart from memories which are in my head) stolen from me, but the stuff saved on them is stolen too!!!! I just... I can't get my head around it... it has NO VALUE to anyone else... I feel so angry and frustrated because I just cannot vent all this anger - it's got no direction whatsoever because there is NOTHING THAT I CAN GET ANGRY AT! So frustrated!
It's not like there was a fight over my stuff and I was beaten and the laptops were taken as a result... there's nobody who did it who I can confront when next I see them... there's just nothing. Just nothing, where my laptops and phone were, where all the saved things were, all my stuff. Nothing, now.
It makes me want to 'streamline' my life in a different way now. Like I said before, I don't really want this laptop anymore, I just don't feel like saving things on it, or 'investing' any of myself in it. In the same way, I don't want to buy things anymore... like, I realised while hitting a wall with stitching*, that... once I finish the stash of projects, I don't really want to buy and do any more. I don't want to acquire any more things. I have things already. I feel rather that I should experience things instead. Rather DO things than spend money on cross stitch kits and pretty things or valuable things like the wedding/engagement rings, not that we can afford to replace them anyway :-(
I want to be self-sufficient and independent and unattached to THINGS. Things just are lose-able or steal-able or break-able... it's no good being attached to things... it just hurts if you're attached to it and it's gone. Which is pretty stupid in the first place.
* The 'wall' with stitching is completely irrational and there's nothing much I can do about it:
- I don't want to start a new project (Spirit Horses pillow or Motion), because then I'll have 3 things 'unfinished' and I fear losing interest and never finishing any of them.
- I'm enjoying the process of stitching, but I'm not ENJOYING Apache Wedding Blessing. I don't know why, maybe because it's not an 'alive' thing (like the horses etc, so far), but I just don't feel a bond with it. It IS special, the words are special, but while stitching, I'm not really *feeling it* if that makes any sense. It's just 8 more colours until I'm finished. I'm persisting with it though.
- I have come to a stop with Gentle Strength. I just (for now) can't get over the fact that I was busy stitching it and was (as always when on a roll) reluctant to stop and get ready to go out... and that I left it where it was because I wanted to carry on ASAP when we got home... and left the laptop, in sleep-mode, where it was, and went out to karate, only to come back to our whole life being changed. I put it away, carelessly I spose, I just wanted it off the table and put away because seeing it there was like a lie of normalcy, when the blank space where the laptop was stuck out so glaringly... it was almost hurtful. I've even moved the big table into the middle of the lounge so I'm not sitting in that same corner.
I just hate this house now, don't trust it and resent it for its size and spread-out-ness. I hate the fact that I was sitting right by the windows and front door, brightly lit by the stitching lamp, so perfectly SPY-ON-ABLE. Yes, my damn vocabulary has gone to the crapper, but whatever. I feel now like wtf did I sit there for? I wish I never sat there. Never chatted on my laptop there. Never stitched and paused to reply to an sms there. Anyone could have sneaked up to the window and watched me... I feel so angry about it. I hate it and this house. I hate the false sense of security we had.
Might take a while.
I realised yesterday (although I've been semi-aware of everything, it's just not bubbled to the surface until now) that whoever stole my laptops could so easily bypass the log-on password and steal all my 'data'. I've been horrified ever since googling and finding actual apps to do that. All my photos and videos and documents and saved files and stuff.
I kinda feel sick like I shouldn't even mention it on here in case they read my blog to keep tabs on me and then think I have something worth digging for. I hate this!! Parafuckingnoia!!!!!
A friend I was chatting to earlier said in all likelihood they would simply format both laptops, rather than sukkel (Afrikaans word for struggle) with getting into the files.
That's a small comfort, but I'm still SO PISSED OFF about it. And what of my FUCKING PHONE! No sim-pin, or phone-pin, or memory-card password... heaven knows why, ARGH!! Private, that's my goddamn phone, ARGH!!
Never mind the monetary value of BOTH goddamn laptops and my phone (never mind the rings - they don't hold personal things apart from memories which are in my head) stolen from me, but the stuff saved on them is stolen too!!!! I just... I can't get my head around it... it has NO VALUE to anyone else... I feel so angry and frustrated because I just cannot vent all this anger - it's got no direction whatsoever because there is NOTHING THAT I CAN GET ANGRY AT! So frustrated!
It's not like there was a fight over my stuff and I was beaten and the laptops were taken as a result... there's nobody who did it who I can confront when next I see them... there's just nothing. Just nothing, where my laptops and phone were, where all the saved things were, all my stuff. Nothing, now.
It makes me want to 'streamline' my life in a different way now. Like I said before, I don't really want this laptop anymore, I just don't feel like saving things on it, or 'investing' any of myself in it. In the same way, I don't want to buy things anymore... like, I realised while hitting a wall with stitching*, that... once I finish the stash of projects, I don't really want to buy and do any more. I don't want to acquire any more things. I have things already. I feel rather that I should experience things instead. Rather DO things than spend money on cross stitch kits and pretty things or valuable things like the wedding/engagement rings, not that we can afford to replace them anyway :-(
I want to be self-sufficient and independent and unattached to THINGS. Things just are lose-able or steal-able or break-able... it's no good being attached to things... it just hurts if you're attached to it and it's gone. Which is pretty stupid in the first place.
* The 'wall' with stitching is completely irrational and there's nothing much I can do about it:
- I don't want to start a new project (Spirit Horses pillow or Motion), because then I'll have 3 things 'unfinished' and I fear losing interest and never finishing any of them.
- I'm enjoying the process of stitching, but I'm not ENJOYING Apache Wedding Blessing. I don't know why, maybe because it's not an 'alive' thing (like the horses etc, so far), but I just don't feel a bond with it. It IS special, the words are special, but while stitching, I'm not really *feeling it* if that makes any sense. It's just 8 more colours until I'm finished. I'm persisting with it though.
- I have come to a stop with Gentle Strength. I just (for now) can't get over the fact that I was busy stitching it and was (as always when on a roll) reluctant to stop and get ready to go out... and that I left it where it was because I wanted to carry on ASAP when we got home... and left the laptop, in sleep-mode, where it was, and went out to karate, only to come back to our whole life being changed. I put it away, carelessly I spose, I just wanted it off the table and put away because seeing it there was like a lie of normalcy, when the blank space where the laptop was stuck out so glaringly... it was almost hurtful. I've even moved the big table into the middle of the lounge so I'm not sitting in that same corner.
I just hate this house now, don't trust it and resent it for its size and spread-out-ness. I hate the fact that I was sitting right by the windows and front door, brightly lit by the stitching lamp, so perfectly SPY-ON-ABLE. Yes, my damn vocabulary has gone to the crapper, but whatever. I feel now like wtf did I sit there for? I wish I never sat there. Never chatted on my laptop there. Never stitched and paused to reply to an sms there. Anyone could have sneaked up to the window and watched me... I feel so angry about it. I hate it and this house. I hate the false sense of security we had.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Dear all
I just want to apologise for being a misery-bag about this whole thing.
I am sorry, and I am trying to deal with it.
I'm don't write this blog for funnyness-sake, or for anecdotes and entertainment, it's not a gossip blog about the stars, it's not a 'tips and hints for success in the kitchen' or anything, it's just my scribble-book, so it can get a bit down at times.
It's part of my trying to deal with it. By putting things into words, I 'get it out' and can process what I'm feeling and thinking.
And for anyone who reads and thinks I need some help, yes, I'm going to phone a 'victims of crime helpline' or something like that tomorrow.
Partly related, but I don't really want to keep a laptop anymore. I just feel so unkeen to have something to desirably stealable. I'd rather have a big hulking room-size computer. It's like jewellery - why have it if you don't wear it that often and it's oh-so-stealable? Seems pointless. My mom feels sad for me and even offered to give me (and my sis) a ring each of hers, and although it's sweet and a sentimental gesture and I'd love to have one (for sentiment's sake), I just couldn't - I don't want any ring or expensive thing like that, includes the laptop. If anyone burgles then, they'll find FUCK ALL to steal... and that'd be great.
At least with a PSP or camera or other electronics thing, if it gets stolen, it doesn't contain 'personal' things like saved files (apart from game data). That's what's shit - all the photos I'd taken since arriving here were PROMPTLY (remember the bubbly, efficient personality, people!!) downloaded onto the laptop.
And if I hadn't been so keen on having all our papers in order and within easy reach in case of fire and we'd have to grab and run, whoever the FUCK IT WAS wouldn't have found the valuation certificates of the rings.
I feel so angry still... so let me just sign off from this now and say... yes, I... am... going... to... go... speak... to... someone...
I am sorry, and I am trying to deal with it.
I'm don't write this blog for funnyness-sake, or for anecdotes and entertainment, it's not a gossip blog about the stars, it's not a 'tips and hints for success in the kitchen' or anything, it's just my scribble-book, so it can get a bit down at times.
It's part of my trying to deal with it. By putting things into words, I 'get it out' and can process what I'm feeling and thinking.
And for anyone who reads and thinks I need some help, yes, I'm going to phone a 'victims of crime helpline' or something like that tomorrow.
Partly related, but I don't really want to keep a laptop anymore. I just feel so unkeen to have something to desirably stealable. I'd rather have a big hulking room-size computer. It's like jewellery - why have it if you don't wear it that often and it's oh-so-stealable? Seems pointless. My mom feels sad for me and even offered to give me (and my sis) a ring each of hers, and although it's sweet and a sentimental gesture and I'd love to have one (for sentiment's sake), I just couldn't - I don't want any ring or expensive thing like that, includes the laptop. If anyone burgles then, they'll find FUCK ALL to steal... and that'd be great.
At least with a PSP or camera or other electronics thing, if it gets stolen, it doesn't contain 'personal' things like saved files (apart from game data). That's what's shit - all the photos I'd taken since arriving here were PROMPTLY (remember the bubbly, efficient personality, people!!) downloaded onto the laptop.
And if I hadn't been so keen on having all our papers in order and within easy reach in case of fire and we'd have to grab and run, whoever the FUCK IT WAS wouldn't have found the valuation certificates of the rings.
I feel so angry still... so let me just sign off from this now and say... yes, I... am... going... to... go... speak... to... someone...
Just a thought (or three)
A contact or two on FB seem tired of hearing about the burglary, so I shall keep my thoughts to my blog.
I can't help but wonder whether leaving my laptop on my xstitch table gave whoever it was reason to break in. The stupid vertical blinds on the window by the front door have a lovely 1cm gap all the way around, so any bastard (would-be burglar) coming up to the window to take a look would have been able to see it.
That makes me so fucking angry.
Why the fuck should we have to lock everything away IN OUR OWN HOUSE?! What the fuck, really!
I feel so despondent now, having read up a bit online, burglary and crime stats (aus), learning that my stuff, my personal things, were in all likelihood stolen by some drug addict fuck, to be sold/traded to some drug dealing fuck.
Where the hell would I ever get my things back? I just feel so downhearted, realising that these precious things are gone, forever. So that some scumbag can get a drug fix.
G doesn't agree with me on this, but, at this point in time, I feel that all drug addicts should be jailed/lobotomied/euthenased/something else permanent to punish them and prevent them from doing drugs or committing crime again. If they can so callously ruin others' lives, they should bear the consequences.
G argues that people don't realise when trying drugs for the first time that they have such a devastating, brain-altering effect, but I disagree. Who, in this day and age, is unaware of the effects of drugs? But the innnocent, NON-DRUG-ADDICT people have to suffer. Nice.
Sorry if I sound bitter like some old Nazi hag, but I just find things a bit unfair.
But then, who ever said life is fair?
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Scanning, again
You'd think that after scanning over 7000 photographs I'd be well and truly sick of scanning things. I kind of am, but sadly it's necessary to scan all of our important paperwork, so that we have electronic backups.
It's been boring, but I've not felt like doing much else (like stitching/exploring Brisbane), so I thought I may as well do something useful.
I must say that I'm rather impressed by this scanner. A Canon Canoscan LiDE 25. 7000 photos, lots of pages, and counting.
It was beautifully sunny today, not that we got to enjoy it. We haven't been opening any windows at all, and apart from when we go out TO somewhere (like shopping), we only ever go outside to check the post, put the bin out or hang/take down sheets on the washing line. So we're not really getting to enjoy this 'fine, mild Brisbane winter' like we should be.
We'll get there, eventually. And G has been working like mad on his software.
It's been boring, but I've not felt like doing much else (like stitching/exploring Brisbane), so I thought I may as well do something useful.
I must say that I'm rather impressed by this scanner. A Canon Canoscan LiDE 25. 7000 photos, lots of pages, and counting.
It was beautifully sunny today, not that we got to enjoy it. We haven't been opening any windows at all, and apart from when we go out TO somewhere (like shopping), we only ever go outside to check the post, put the bin out or hang/take down sheets on the washing line. So we're not really getting to enjoy this 'fine, mild Brisbane winter' like we should be.
We'll get there, eventually. And G has been working like mad on his software.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Fark
Yes, my blog post is rude, crude and lude (hardyhar).
I just felt like scribbling in my blog a message to whoever burgled us. I know I posted that expressive picture, but somehow felt like rambling in words too.
Faaaaaaahk aaaaaaaaffffffff, you useless scumball.
Stealing my hard-earned, cherished and excitedly enjoyed laptopS! Even though the older laptop was 'old', and gave hassles at times, I still loved the fact that I Had A Laptop. My own computer... loved that it accompanied me through quite a good portion of my life. It got battle-scars when it was only a few weeks old, from being stuffed quite tightly into my backpack as handluggage on my trip home from Australia in 2006. It kept me company while I stitched, all my big projects so far. The new laptop was continuing the tradition, keeping me company while I worked on Wedding Blessing and more recently, Gentle Strength. I researched everything to do with moving here on that old laptop, and already had a folder-ful of photos of our Australian Life on the new laptop. Plus other things, like I'd saved the pics of this house and our car, used on the online listings...
Fuck you, burglar, for taking them both away from me.
This laptop is a good replacement for the newer of the 2, there are slight differences (no backlit keyboard, no blu-ray ROM, for example), but other than that, it's the same. Except it's not. I don't feel like I should 'invest' so much of myself in it as I did before. I don't feel like saving photos and stuff on here, and anything that I do save on here I want to encrypt so that should the laptop be stolen, nobody can access my stuff, even if they hack past the OS password.
But worst, I think, is the fact that they stole my phone... which ISN'T password protected. I don't know why I didn't PIN protect that simcard... but regardless, most of the stuff saved on the phone was saved on the micro-SD card, so just swapping the sim out would have allowed access to the stuff on there. I feel angry that I wasn't given a chance to clean out the phone first, to take off all the smses and contacts and notes and stuff, so that it would be 'ok' being stolen.
FUCK YOU burglar bastard/s! Just, fuck you. I hope you seriously come to some severe harm, but I doubt there really is karma or 'justice' in life. So, all I can do is mutely mumble away on my stupid little blog that I hope you die a painful death. Even though that does nothing at all, at least it makes me feel a little better. So stupid.
I just felt like scribbling in my blog a message to whoever burgled us. I know I posted that expressive picture, but somehow felt like rambling in words too.
Faaaaaaahk aaaaaaaaffffffff, you useless scumball.
Stealing my hard-earned, cherished and excitedly enjoyed laptopS! Even though the older laptop was 'old', and gave hassles at times, I still loved the fact that I Had A Laptop. My own computer... loved that it accompanied me through quite a good portion of my life. It got battle-scars when it was only a few weeks old, from being stuffed quite tightly into my backpack as handluggage on my trip home from Australia in 2006. It kept me company while I stitched, all my big projects so far. The new laptop was continuing the tradition, keeping me company while I worked on Wedding Blessing and more recently, Gentle Strength. I researched everything to do with moving here on that old laptop, and already had a folder-ful of photos of our Australian Life on the new laptop. Plus other things, like I'd saved the pics of this house and our car, used on the online listings...
Fuck you, burglar, for taking them both away from me.
This laptop is a good replacement for the newer of the 2, there are slight differences (no backlit keyboard, no blu-ray ROM, for example), but other than that, it's the same. Except it's not. I don't feel like I should 'invest' so much of myself in it as I did before. I don't feel like saving photos and stuff on here, and anything that I do save on here I want to encrypt so that should the laptop be stolen, nobody can access my stuff, even if they hack past the OS password.
But worst, I think, is the fact that they stole my phone... which ISN'T password protected. I don't know why I didn't PIN protect that simcard... but regardless, most of the stuff saved on the phone was saved on the micro-SD card, so just swapping the sim out would have allowed access to the stuff on there. I feel angry that I wasn't given a chance to clean out the phone first, to take off all the smses and contacts and notes and stuff, so that it would be 'ok' being stolen.
FUCK YOU burglar bastard/s! Just, fuck you. I hope you seriously come to some severe harm, but I doubt there really is karma or 'justice' in life. So, all I can do is mutely mumble away on my stupid little blog that I hope you die a painful death. Even though that does nothing at all, at least it makes me feel a little better. So stupid.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Improvement
Today we were up 'nice and early', in comparison to 10am which is how late we'd been sleeping the past few days. It's just so cosy in bed and it seems to take so long to fall asleep that getting up again while it still feels like sleep-time doesn't feel right.
I had an interview this afternoon, which involved a bus trip to the city centre. It was peak lunch-hour busy when we got there, but, while it felt busy and a bit bewildering (compared to quiet at-home life LOL), it didn't feel unsafe really.
The interview was actually exceptionally long, going on for about an hour! I don't think I've ever been for such a long interview, but it was mostly extended due to the admin manager lady's manner of talking - slowly and conversationally. The Senior HR lady who was there was obviously more efficient and amped to get things going and to wrap up the interview near the end, but I don't feel that it was delayed or drawn out from my side - or I hope it didn't seem like it to them! I will hopefully hear back next week.
I really could do with a job now, not only for financial reasons but also for mental stimulation. I just don't feel like doing my fun things anymore, due to the burglary I guess. I just don't feel in a 'let's settle in and work on some hobby-ish things shall we?' frame of mind. So getting out and doing things in a work sense will be good.
Oh and regarding this post's title, I feel a little better today. Yesterday I became overwhelmed and teary at times, but I chatted to G about it, and also chatted to my mom + sis too, and today I feel a little better. Maybe it's just post-shock numbing coming into play, but for now I'm feeling a little alright.
I must say that I felt plain and unadorned without my wedding ring today in the interview. I always felt that it was a nice and shiny finishing touch, which complemented any nice earrings or bracelet I was wearing and rounded off my 'spiffy presentation' without being over the top and bling-bling...
Bastards.
I had an interview this afternoon, which involved a bus trip to the city centre. It was peak lunch-hour busy when we got there, but, while it felt busy and a bit bewildering (compared to quiet at-home life LOL), it didn't feel unsafe really.
The interview was actually exceptionally long, going on for about an hour! I don't think I've ever been for such a long interview, but it was mostly extended due to the admin manager lady's manner of talking - slowly and conversationally. The Senior HR lady who was there was obviously more efficient and amped to get things going and to wrap up the interview near the end, but I don't feel that it was delayed or drawn out from my side - or I hope it didn't seem like it to them! I will hopefully hear back next week.
I really could do with a job now, not only for financial reasons but also for mental stimulation. I just don't feel like doing my fun things anymore, due to the burglary I guess. I just don't feel in a 'let's settle in and work on some hobby-ish things shall we?' frame of mind. So getting out and doing things in a work sense will be good.
Oh and regarding this post's title, I feel a little better today. Yesterday I became overwhelmed and teary at times, but I chatted to G about it, and also chatted to my mom + sis too, and today I feel a little better. Maybe it's just post-shock numbing coming into play, but for now I'm feeling a little alright.
I must say that I felt plain and unadorned without my wedding ring today in the interview. I always felt that it was a nice and shiny finishing touch, which complemented any nice earrings or bracelet I was wearing and rounded off my 'spiffy presentation' without being over the top and bling-bling...
Bastards.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
I feel a bit sick
Sure as clockwork, it gets dark and I feel anxious and ill at ease.
We were up early today to go to a friend's birthday breakfast, it was strange being up so early and leaving while it wasn't 100% bright daylight yet, and of course I felt a bit concerned leaving the house empty while we were out.
We came back and it was all fine, but now that it's dark, I feel anxious again. I have an interview tomorrow afternoon, and I'm already anxious about leaving the house empty, catching a bus/train with my phone etc in my handbag, as well as (of course) pre-interview nerves.
I just can't stand this. We did chores this afternoon, and I felt angry while I was vacuuming. I wanted to swear at things the entire time. Things like, cursing the fucker who moved our/my stuff, who dared open our cupboards, scratched in our stuff. Swear at the bastard who forced his way into the bedroom through the window and walked around in our place. Swear at the entire damn house, actually. I hate the place now, I think. And I feel angry at my jewellery, stupid useless trinkets of prettiness and beauty, stupid little glittery things which caught the fucker's eye and made him scratch in the cupboard there. Stupid things thrown on the floor. I resent those things now, strangely. I don't understand why, but I resent them. They were mostly gifts from people, and they are meaningful gifts, appreciated and cherished, but as a whole, I almost feel like I just don't want them anymore.
Rationally/calmly thinking, I feel ok, but other times I just feel angry. I feel unable to comprehend what's happened, in some way. The moment it gets dark, I feel on edge. I wish I could newspaper up all of the windows, so that there's NO WAY anyone could be lurking outside peeping through the gap. I feel as if someone is watching the house, watching us, the entire time. I feel like I should get rid of everything that might be 'desirable'. That sitting here typing, I am visible and being watched and it's being noted on some list that I have something to be stolen, and these are the signs to check for to make sure they're not at home, etc.
I wish I could put barbed wire around the whole house, like in WW1 with the trenches and No Mans Land. I wish I could get my hands on the bastard who broke in, and yell for all my might and beat him bloody while demanding an answer to "why the hell did you do this?!". I KNOW, logically, that that's not possible, that it's fantasy-dreamlandy bravery, that it's all pointless, that the fucker wouldn't care even one jot.
I just feel like I don't know where to go from here, psychologically. How can things ever feel safe again, how can I feel comfortable going out ever, leaving our stuff behind? Even if we do move into another place with better security features and in a less crime-ridden area, I just don't feel like I can relax again.
One could wish that all criminals would get blasted off the face of the earth, but there are just so many of them and so many variants. So many factors causing them to do crime, it's not like they're normal like 'us', with just a 'nasty streak'. There are just so many different kinds of people in the world and I feel hopeless that there COULD ever be peace and happiness. It's just not possible, is it? They're just on a different level... able to do crime without a care.
I hate it. It's just so wrong. Kinda makes me wish there WAS a frickin' apocalypse yesterday.
We were up early today to go to a friend's birthday breakfast, it was strange being up so early and leaving while it wasn't 100% bright daylight yet, and of course I felt a bit concerned leaving the house empty while we were out.
We came back and it was all fine, but now that it's dark, I feel anxious again. I have an interview tomorrow afternoon, and I'm already anxious about leaving the house empty, catching a bus/train with my phone etc in my handbag, as well as (of course) pre-interview nerves.
I just can't stand this. We did chores this afternoon, and I felt angry while I was vacuuming. I wanted to swear at things the entire time. Things like, cursing the fucker who moved our/my stuff, who dared open our cupboards, scratched in our stuff. Swear at the bastard who forced his way into the bedroom through the window and walked around in our place. Swear at the entire damn house, actually. I hate the place now, I think. And I feel angry at my jewellery, stupid useless trinkets of prettiness and beauty, stupid little glittery things which caught the fucker's eye and made him scratch in the cupboard there. Stupid things thrown on the floor. I resent those things now, strangely. I don't understand why, but I resent them. They were mostly gifts from people, and they are meaningful gifts, appreciated and cherished, but as a whole, I almost feel like I just don't want them anymore.
Rationally/calmly thinking, I feel ok, but other times I just feel angry. I feel unable to comprehend what's happened, in some way. The moment it gets dark, I feel on edge. I wish I could newspaper up all of the windows, so that there's NO WAY anyone could be lurking outside peeping through the gap. I feel as if someone is watching the house, watching us, the entire time. I feel like I should get rid of everything that might be 'desirable'. That sitting here typing, I am visible and being watched and it's being noted on some list that I have something to be stolen, and these are the signs to check for to make sure they're not at home, etc.
I wish I could put barbed wire around the whole house, like in WW1 with the trenches and No Mans Land. I wish I could get my hands on the bastard who broke in, and yell for all my might and beat him bloody while demanding an answer to "why the hell did you do this?!". I KNOW, logically, that that's not possible, that it's fantasy-dreamlandy bravery, that it's all pointless, that the fucker wouldn't care even one jot.
I just feel like I don't know where to go from here, psychologically. How can things ever feel safe again, how can I feel comfortable going out ever, leaving our stuff behind? Even if we do move into another place with better security features and in a less crime-ridden area, I just don't feel like I can relax again.
One could wish that all criminals would get blasted off the face of the earth, but there are just so many of them and so many variants. So many factors causing them to do crime, it's not like they're normal like 'us', with just a 'nasty streak'. There are just so many different kinds of people in the world and I feel hopeless that there COULD ever be peace and happiness. It's just not possible, is it? They're just on a different level... able to do crime without a care.
I hate it. It's just so wrong. Kinda makes me wish there WAS a frickin' apocalypse yesterday.
Testing, testing
I now have Blogger on my phone, not that I'm planning on penning any tomes on here... This is just to see that it works.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Picking up our pieces
We're on a road to recovery... as best we can be.
Tomorrow we're (hopefully) getting our safe. I did get a replacement laptop, and it's been making me feel so uneasy the entire time I've had it. This nagging, gnawing anxiety over it, and feeling that it's a burden, this thing I have to be responsible for, this big, valuable thing which I can't keep on me, in my pocket, 24/7, this thing that is at constant risk of being stolen. I just cannot shake that feeling, and so despite enjoying being connected to the world again, I'm looking forward to getting the safe and locking it in the safe, along with the rest of our super-important stuff.
I've been keeping my eye on eBay to find any of our stuff, but no luck. We can't search everywhere... at least eBay is one option. It's so exhausting to actually sit and contemplate just how remote our chances are of actually finding our stuff, and getting it back, but we just can't drive around the entire greater Brisbane area looking in pawn shops and 2nd hand jewellery/electronics shops.
I am trying not to think about the stuff on the laptops, or on my phone. And even if we get all of our stuff back, in all likelihood, the info on them would be lost.
I decided, though, to buy a new phone, one that can go online/check mail/chat/etc, so that I don't have to have the laptop with me all the time. My old phone was pretty sad and very sorely lacking in 'smartphone' capabilities (although it did try its best), so I was dependent on the laptop. No more, once my phone arrives.
Other aspects of recovery are: we got insurance (yay!), but are looking to change policy as it doesn't cover mobile phones!! Now, of all the things that you'd think would be most expensive if your handbag were stolen, a mobile phone would be no. 1. So, that insurance policy isn't that great and we're going to change - also probably tomorrow.
The rental agency has replied to my email saying she's forwarded on my request to the owner. And they're getting quotes for motion-sensing lights and security-screens for the windows. I don't hold any faith in those though, because (as the police constable said) they can just break the glass that's NOT screened (the screens only go on the openable windows).
Throwing a psychological spanner in the works is the fact that I'm still jobhunting, despite having no real interest in it right now. I have an interview on Monday, at least I have a few days to prepare! I just don't really feel in the right frame of mind now to try and sell myself and make as if I'm some powerhouse awesome-as-a-magic-carpet admin guru. Remember the keywords, boys and girls: dynamic, efficient, experienced, BUBBLY PERSONALITY!
How I despise those non-words! Dynamic, fast-paced, busy office... and I find it most 'amusing' when they say something like 'must have a sense of humour!'. Like, yeah, gotta put up with a lotta shit in THAT company!
Ok but anyway, jobhunting is vital, I need a job, we need the income now. These haven't exactly been the cheapest last few weeks.
Here's a sneak peek (see? I know how to spell that right!)... just a teaser:
I feel excited despite the guilt/anxiety.
That's all for now - I think it's time for a cuppa tea.
Tomorrow we're (hopefully) getting our safe. I did get a replacement laptop, and it's been making me feel so uneasy the entire time I've had it. This nagging, gnawing anxiety over it, and feeling that it's a burden, this thing I have to be responsible for, this big, valuable thing which I can't keep on me, in my pocket, 24/7, this thing that is at constant risk of being stolen. I just cannot shake that feeling, and so despite enjoying being connected to the world again, I'm looking forward to getting the safe and locking it in the safe, along with the rest of our super-important stuff.
I've been keeping my eye on eBay to find any of our stuff, but no luck. We can't search everywhere... at least eBay is one option. It's so exhausting to actually sit and contemplate just how remote our chances are of actually finding our stuff, and getting it back, but we just can't drive around the entire greater Brisbane area looking in pawn shops and 2nd hand jewellery/electronics shops.
I am trying not to think about the stuff on the laptops, or on my phone. And even if we get all of our stuff back, in all likelihood, the info on them would be lost.
I decided, though, to buy a new phone, one that can go online/check mail/chat/etc, so that I don't have to have the laptop with me all the time. My old phone was pretty sad and very sorely lacking in 'smartphone' capabilities (although it did try its best), so I was dependent on the laptop. No more, once my phone arrives.
Other aspects of recovery are: we got insurance (yay!), but are looking to change policy as it doesn't cover mobile phones!! Now, of all the things that you'd think would be most expensive if your handbag were stolen, a mobile phone would be no. 1. So, that insurance policy isn't that great and we're going to change - also probably tomorrow.
The rental agency has replied to my email saying she's forwarded on my request to the owner. And they're getting quotes for motion-sensing lights and security-screens for the windows. I don't hold any faith in those though, because (as the police constable said) they can just break the glass that's NOT screened (the screens only go on the openable windows).
Throwing a psychological spanner in the works is the fact that I'm still jobhunting, despite having no real interest in it right now. I have an interview on Monday, at least I have a few days to prepare! I just don't really feel in the right frame of mind now to try and sell myself and make as if I'm some powerhouse awesome-as-a-magic-carpet admin guru. Remember the keywords, boys and girls: dynamic, efficient, experienced, BUBBLY PERSONALITY!
How I despise those non-words! Dynamic, fast-paced, busy office... and I find it most 'amusing' when they say something like 'must have a sense of humour!'. Like, yeah, gotta put up with a lotta shit in THAT company!
Ok but anyway, jobhunting is vital, I need a job, we need the income now. These haven't exactly been the cheapest last few weeks.
Here's a sneak peek (see? I know how to spell that right!)... just a teaser:
I feel excited despite the guilt/anxiety.
That's all for now - I think it's time for a cuppa tea.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
This is to ratballbag scum burglars and criminals EVERYWHERE
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