I am not a huge labor fan, but there’s no alternative when I was voting.

I am a union member, and I think the labor party are still too far right, however - I did vote for them, and I am proud to have contributed to the national swing against possible one of the worst governments this nation has seen.

Those who think liberal are good - great for business - good on you. What about the human and intellectual cost? What about the challenges to the Federation? Workchoices; health, and then looking at education? Did you know they were planning on selling off Medibank Private? The government doesn’t own it - but they still list it as their asset. The Telecommunications minister better do a better job than Coonan and Alston. Stupid policies including forcing ISP’s to install software clocking websites and it’s content. What about parental responsibility?! Why sell Telstra when it hasn’t fixed the telephone infrastructure problems in the bush!

Labor has still some skerrick of social conscience. Whilst I acknowledge Rudd is very right leaning, and my lil socialist heart knows deep down not alot will change, things that will change will be that we will get back our dignity as a nation. We will get back what we have lost, our sovereignty.

Good luck to Rudd as he steers through the next 3 years. With the Australian economy booming, you know that the cycle will end, and the world will plunge into a downward economic spiral, it’s going to happen people. Unionists have been neutered long ago, and I doubt very much that they will dominate the workplaces. Thanks to 11 yrs of scare tactics and misinformation, most people are too ashamed to say publically they are a member of a union.

So.. Onya Rudd, don’t screw it up and make me embarrassed once again to be an Australian.

It’s coming soon, my MM is going to be with me. Still freaking out about it, I don’t have future plans to speak of. I used to have plans, and they didn’t work out due to X being who he is. Now I’m in a relationship with no real outcome at the end. So why am I in it? No idea, cept that I really like him and he makes me happy, I do want an outcome, just not so sure if he wants it. I know what he says, but actions to me speak louder than words.
I have time off from work, 18 months I have worked without a holiday, and I have come close to breaking point many times - skating on the edge of sanity. Devastated when I discovered that I couldn’t quit my job when I wanted to. That was like having my heart ripped out. Dave has mentioned I tend to talk about work — I haven’t mentioned anything about work recently because by now it would be far too easy to get into trouble since the management team currently in place in Sydney are net savvy and did a facebook raid a few weeks ago. That was funny, so people panicked, deleted comments in various groups and those of us who didn’t say anything stupid just laughed.

I feel like they are going to shut down where I work, if they do that, that’s fine - just give me an end date please.

All I care about right now is spending time with MM. avoiding people and just enjoying each-other’s company. I made it through the toughest 6 months I’ve had probably in the last couple of years as November draws to a close. I am almost hysterical with relief.

Does anyone else actually like being awake at night? I don’t like going to bed at night time. I prefer sleeping during the day, I feel safer.

Bit weird I know, but I also find night time lonely. I remember once when I was still living with X, it was in the middle of night in winter, the sky was totally clear, there was full moon, and I couldn’t sleep. I went outside and lay down on my back in the middle of the driveway and stared at the moon. I think I fell asleep for a while. I woke up with one of my cats snuggling up to my neck in an attempt to keep warm.

Now I am going to be purchasing a wireless network router, joining the other 10 wireless networks (all secured btw) into this block of units. I’ll have a piccy up when the password recovery thing quits being a baby about it.

Yes.. just a short note to comment on something funny that happened at work today.

A customer called to get help with his modem.

He had to do a hardware reset

He used a wooden toothpick

“what’s that smell?” he said.

“what smell?” the CSO replied

“why is the modem hot?” the customer asked, “is that smoke?”

“erm” says the consultant

“what’s that glow?” cries the customer

“go unplug the power pack, and smother your modem in a towel” replies the cool headed CSO, “I guess we need to order you a new modem”

Boring stuff:

a while ago i applied for an internal position at work, and i found out last week that i got it.

Is this a poison chalice, with the pellet with the poison? Or will it be the vessel with a pestle with the brew that is true?

Only time will tell. I have much to organise, train and hopefully i end up with a team of Internet staff who can support our customer base.

Cool stuff:

MM is here soon

Wet T-shirt stuff:

I was filling up a bucket full of hot water in the shower with scalding hot water. I was going to soak my jeans and a couple of shirts in it. I don’t have a washing machine, and I don’t wanna spend money on the washing machines downstairs. So.. it’s soaking stuff in the bucket time for me. Except, as I was moving the shower head around to get maximum water into the bucket, the bloody shower head fell off. I was hit in the upper chest by this stream of hot nasty water. I screamed like a girl and ran down the hallway, trying to get away from the painful wet blast.. it looked like a flame thrower, just with hot water, not fire.

After I ran away I looked behind me and I realised that the canon of water that I ran from, was now watering the carpet in my hallway.  !#$% I thought to myself, and ran back into the bathroom, pulled the shower curtain across to stop the water from entering the hallway, and turned the tap off.

So there I am standing in the shower, wet tshirt, bra and jeans, laughing like a hyena. Then the pain started. Hot stinging sensation, it hurt. I yanked my tshirt off and slapped on the cold water. I stood under the cold water, bra and jeans soaking wet. Mutha F@#^%! It’s still sore to touch, but I have no blisters, so I guess there’s no permanent damage.

I bet my boy would have loved that.