I have an old bike, and needed a new one. Since MM is visiting, he can use the new one and when he goes, I will ditch the old one. So to this end, I went to Dealsdirect and purchased one of those Masano bikes, and it arrived in a rather large unwieldy box about 1.6m in length, and about 1.2m wide. I wasn’t home the first time the courier company decided to call, so I elected to go pick it up.

I borrowed my mum’s car from my sister, and made my way to TNT. TNT in Perth is off Leach Highway in Kewdale. The whole area is rather large, lots of buildings, and I had no idea where to go, so I found a place to park, walked to the reception area, and was told.. “oh no you go around the back” Riiight… I made it around the back, and got the nice boy with dreadlocks to drag it to the car for me.

I was then alone with the bike at my place. I live in a first floor unit, I looked at the stairs which seemed to me, to suddenly become much larger and longer in length, and looked at the bike. The bike seemed to become heavier.. and each step upwards I took, the box ripped that little bit more. As I staggered up the last steps, gripping the tyre inside the box now since it had ripped just a little too much for me to be able to get a real grip, I wondered was it really worth the savings just to drag that fucking bike up those fucking steps.

I left the bike in the lounge for 4 days where my flat is now filled with the stench of bike grease and sweaty cardboard.

Today on my day off, I tackled the bike. Ripping it out of the box and leaning it on the couch.

I struggled to peel the plastic off, the cable ties and cardboard, and the bike was still scratched. However I released the front wheel and placed it in front of the bike, and THEN boggled at how the handebars were not attached.

Yes my loungeroom is messy, in the background is my leather bag, sitting on my beanbag in the shape of a pair of luscious red lips and my blue velvet couch. And after struggling for an hour with allan keys and a weird tool that got everything put together, however nothing there for me to tighten up the brakes (yes, I am a cheapskate, otherwise I wouldn’t have purchased a bike from such a place) So I need to go and get a small allan key set to finish it all off. However it looks pretty good!

Oh and then, just so we can all have a laugh, the manual for the bike, is for a bike that isn’t the same model as mine, it’s a generic “mountain” bike manual. *rolls her eyes* So in closing I would say that right now, I won! The test will be in the riding of course, but that’s another story.

I have a confession. to make about the bitchy things I say behind people’s backs. I then repeat those things to their faces when I meet them next. It’s my belief, if I tell them to their face what I laugh about behind their backs then I am not being a two-faced bitch!

So the first thing i bitch about is that someone (Dr Evil) at work constantly favours a chick who he obviously is in love with (has a crush on) or wants to bump uglies with. He gets her off the phones, they sit and chat whilst she does nothing, and then gets up to help others when they need help and goes and sits down again. A few people have commented on it, and I have aswell. So last week, when I was at the pub getting drunk, and being driven home in the same car with the JJ, and Dr Evil I told him what everyone talks about. That we all see he is favouring this chick, and he should probably stop. He hasn’t. Not my problem, I have told him what we bitch about.

Then there is another friend. There is an advert on australian TV for a hairshampoo, A very blokey bloke in leather jacket and long long hair washes his hair, and then to very inspirational music, you see him running through a park. Like a girl. Swooshing his hair back and forth smiling and looking very pretty and unmacho –like.  So I told a friend tonight after laughing about it that i had purchased the shampoo and expected to run like a girl through a park just like he does. :>

Then we have another comment I make about guys with hair that they gel up into tiny mohawks taken straight from The Simpsons. “Sharkboy!” They look funny walking through the call centre like they are so hot, and the whole shark fin look.. very dicky, so I call them sharkboy. They hate it.

Then there was the chick who my friend JJ and I decided to bitch about when we were on one of our walks. She ran past us, the perfect size 10, long blond hair in the perfect pony tail, wearing lycra shorts, and a lycra crop top, reebok shoes, pink socks, and she wasn’t sweating.. she glowed and shimmered. It was the perfect sweat. she didn’t look unladylike at all. We decided that she wasn’t out jogging for fitness, but jogging to get all the hot men looking at her (as we walk near the city, lots of single male men live around there as it’s close to work). then she got into a small red car, drank out of her hot pink water bottle, touched up her lipstick and drove off. Bitch!  Meanwhile, JJ and I were huffing and puffing our way up to Brando’s in Vic Park for a big megamochachino.
Oh, on the job front ? After my chat with my managers, I now have a six month stint as a team leader where I work Same pay and conditions I have now. I rock. I now have something new on my resume. Second time that putting myself out there has resulted in something positive. I think I should keep that assertive side of me, it’s doing well.

Work related stuff, and then social life related stuff

I was agonising over the last couple of weeks about my prospects when it came to work. Caught in an awkward position, where me wanting something which would improve my resume, actually results in my pay being cut. Then thinking I had trapped myself in some kind of career loop with the only way out, being leaving the company and going elsewhere, or trying for a transfer to another department.

Then yesterday, I had a nightmare of a day. We did stuff to customer’s internet accounts which will eventually make their lives easier. However there were some issues, and some mail outages, overall it has been positive. I have had 6 days of this chaos, one more day of working and then I get to have 2 days off, back to the grindstone then on Saturday. I was Miss Bitch at work, and ripped a few people’s heads off when I had my headache for the 5th day in a row (today headache free) In the afternoon, I went and apologised to all my friends i got irritated with.

So after that side trip,

I went to one of the team managers and had a chat to them about my career prospects, what i wanted, and why I couldn’t have it due to the cut in pay. My work stuffed up tax, and with me having a HECS debt, I have a bit of $$ to pay back to the tax man. It went OK. We had a chat, and the long and the short of it is.. I am valued, I am happy, and they need me. That is nice to know In this day and age, you don’t get that from employers much anymore.
OK now for the social side of things…

MM is coming over! w00t.

I am seeing the Tao Drummers (Martial Art of Noise) on 26 August!! with JJ. Nothing like seeing hot bods and drums. This very exciting. If you click this link here it will take you to a quicktime movie which shows what they can do!! This is for highspeed internet users. If you want the other slow link then go to their website, and the movies are on the left hand side.. the site is in Japanese and english, good luck!

Then in October, I have tickets to see David Strassman!! He’s that american dude who wanders around with rude evil puppets and does a good job at being a Ventriloquist I got great tickets .. right up the front! So I will be taking MM to see that particular event. It’s all happening here!

Apart from all that, my social life is non existent, my current crop of friends aren’t around atm so i am making new ones

My work has been chaotic and I just can’t sleep.

I am torn between improving my resume, or.. taking a paycut of $210 per fortnight. I don’t think I can do it. I want to move up, but because the position is underpaid compared to what I get, and I have stuff to deal with like, tax, saving for new trip overseas… paying off the CC, the tax though, that really needs to be dealt with.

I feel stuck. Trapped. I have no options at the moment. I can’t just pick up and apply for another job, I would have to earn that annual leave again. Not doing anything and just doing what i do every day would drive me insane. I have done the same job now for a year. I am BORED.

OK one more EMO for the night. I made this after logging out from MSN and I thought it was particularly emo.

My prize that I won for being a kickass employee has been redeemed.

I now have a booking for the Burswood Holiday Inn, in a Metro King Spa room! Totally awesome. King sized bed, spa bath… What else can a girl ask for?? Someone to share it with! *grin*

spam

n 1: a canned meat made largely from pork [syn: Spam] 2: unwanted e-mail (usually of a commercial nature sent out in bulk) [syn: junk e-mail] v : send unwanted or junk e-mail

Man: Well, what’ve you got?
Waitress: Well, there’s egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam;
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam…
Waitress: …spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam…
Vikings: Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam!
Waitress: …or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Wife: Have you got anything without spam?
Waitress: Well, there’s spam egg sausage and spam, that’s not got much spam in it.
Wife: I don’t want ANY spam!
Man: Why can’t she have egg bacon spam and sausage?
Wife: THAT’S got spam in it!
Man: Hasn’t got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam… (Crescendo through next few lines…)
Wife: Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?
Waitress: Urgghh!
Wife: What do you mean ‘Urgghh’? I don’t like spam!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up! (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings! You can’t have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam.
Wife: I don’t like spam!

This is how I feel when I wake up, download my email or read my blog. I Just don’t like it.

To combat my spam problem, I of course have loaded akismet antispam on my WP in order to keep the blog spam free. Things I am spammed, pr0n, and teenage cats (figuratively speaking) and other such crap. I just want to know when is it going to end? It’s the bane of the internet user’s existence!

So where do these spammers come from? well according to Spamhaus the worst offender for where spam comes from, is the United States. Well no surprise there. Here is the top ten countries for spam according to Spamhaus.com

The 10 Worst Spam Origin Countries As at 14 August 2006
Rank Country Number of Current Known Spam Issues

1 United States 2338
2 China 339
3 Russia 321
4 Japan 272
5 Taiwan 188
6 Canada 185
7 South Korea 179
8 Netherlands 166
9 United Kingdom 160
10 Italy 145

You can see other top 10 lists from Spamhaus, and who some of the spammers are.

What’s worse, is that i get spammed from theage.com.au. I unsubscribed from their services a few weeks ago, and I am still getting their emails. I believe that’s now breaking the law. I am going to be getting mailwasher next, installing that on my PC and returning fire to the spammers. I can just hope that The Age gets wacked by the big spam ban when I report that one to Sorbs.

A conversation overheard in the call centre tonight at work, this made me laugh.

“you were downloading a program to manage MSN userpics”
“your AVG detected a virus”
“you completed downloading the file and you did what?”
“you installed the program”
“and now you can’t use the internet anymore”
“and windows is missing dll files?”
“i see”
“…”
“you have windows 98″
“Madam, you need to reformat your computer, and reinstall windows”

Nowthat made my day better

Yay! visitors soon!
I dunno if i will be able to get time off work! w00h00! Who cares?! I haven’t said alot but - I am excited!