Long weeK
I feel like doing the angsty teen stuff and pasting lyrics to a song and agonising about how shit life is. Well. I don’t really - but sometimes when I wander around the blogiverse I see how easy it is to do that, and revert back to it.
But, I do have a line from a pink floyd song floating around my head that’s been there for a few days. It’s been nearly 6 months this week that M and I called it quits. Obviously, less since I moved out. Not sure how I feel about it. Probably a bit happier overall, and no nightmares.
So then, if I am beginning to feel happier, why do I have those lyrics stuck in my mind circling like sharks? After discussions with M about a few things over the last week or so, I have found he’s let go of me. He’s not rung me at all except to say that he didn’t need a lift to his mother’s house today for mother’s day.
On the work front it’s been interesting.
My TL is sick, and with all the recent leadership changes that have been going on, there is speculation that he’s on the outer, but I think it’s just because he has the flu. The ADSL troubleshooting training I helped conduct was pretty enjoyable - except that I froze to start with, however I found my feet and ripped through it, giving hints on how to dumb down troubleshooting questions and some fixes and shortcuts around other situations.
I have asked for feedback be sent to my TL so he’s aware that I worked on it and perhaps achieved some stuff he wanted to create in an action plan for me. I also had to assist with creating some of the training material aswell. He didn’t actually get to put the action plan together, due to the fact he just didn’t have time. Overall tho, from what I have heard I did ok 
I took a nasty escalated call from a man who was very abusive, not swearing, but using words and speaking in a manner that totally was evil. He came across as a misogynist. He totally demeaned the girl he had spoken to before, and me. I ended up giving him the information he wanted, however I should have been alot firmer. I ended the call and felt like crying. I’ve put notes in his file to request he get put through to me next time, and asked a TL to give me feedback on the call, so I can tell him where to go
I have had a few calls from men of his particular racial background, and alot of them do seem to think that women shouldn’t be working at all. I was surprised that he didn’t call me an Aussie slut at the end of the call. Who knows, perhaps I’ll get lucky next time when I get to talk to him. However, I do see and encounter these ppl from this particular racial background on other internet mediums, and whilst I usually get stroppy when people bag them out, after some of the conversations I have had this week, maybe some of the opinions are right.