When I moved departments, I picked up a new Manager of sorts - I was being managed by 2 ppl based on the eastern seaboard.  Neither of whom were particularly interested in working with me. The only projects I got to complete were the ones I got before those two became my official bosses. I finished them, and had no other project stuff to do. Not necessarily a bad thing, because I had more time to learn about my job, but another project was handed to me to help with, and that really made me learn a whole new world of lingo and I loved it. Then the takeover talk started, more redundancies, and I realised that it didn’t matter what I put into my job, I wasn’t going to get the reward..

So I put in my resignation after I got this new job. I called up one boss and told them, whilst the new manager of the perth call centre (other one was made redundant for no reason) phoned up the other boss and told him. The bizarre thing, is I will be working for a direct competitor yet,  i’ve not been escorted out, they still want me there.  The other boss hasn’t called me, emailed me to wish me luck, or to say sorry you are going. They want me to go, like they want everyone else in that call centre to go. It’s pretty sad to see a company I loved working for, for so long just .. crumble into dust before my very eyes.

So I am going, on my terms, and I couldn’t be happier.

I have been offered a position in another call centre as a team leader!!! I will be exiting the hell hole I have existed in for the last 9 months in just a few short weeks.

Very happy. Very happy indeed. The pay is almost 10k more than what I get paid now.

All I need to do, is decide when I want to quit So I think I’ll arrange to quit and start my new job in mid March.

Now let’s take notes everyone!

How many of us are neighbours? Just look around outside, there’s usually a house on either side, several across the road, several behind you. Then we look at the close urban living style. You know, blocks of flats, sharing laundries, drains, cockroaches. I could go on about it, but really, I just want to rant about the people down stairs.

I live in a very multicultural tower, I’ve posted about how it smells like an international food hall.  The people below contribute to it with their rhumba type music, their camel cigarette smoke floating up into my bedroom. Their laughter and constant parties on the weekend, and during the week. I haven’t complained because in a way, it adds to the uniqueness and life experience living here, it can be enjoyable.

This time they’ve managed to piss me off. They’ve obtained some small dog, a terrier, chihuahua, something. It’s still small and a puppy, so it yips like one. Cept the other night. The neighbours locked it out on their balcony last night, so it barked, howled and sobbed in the cold. About 3 hours worth of yipping and crying. When I went off to work early yesterday (on my day off) it was still crying. So I am now the cranky biatch neighbour.

I’ve rung the caretaker (a man who apparently disappears down to the bowling club at 2pm every day, gets pissed and returns at 7pm, drags the kreepy krawly out of the pool, drags it into the pool room, and staggers back to where ever he lives).  He listened to me complain bitterly like the biatch neighbour I am, and hopefully within days, the dog will be out.  I never wanted to be the cranky biatch neighbour, but there’s one thing that shits me, and that’s dogs in flats.

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There’s a security flaw in it. I noticed tonight when I checked my mail someone was trying to exploit that security “feature” on my blog.

Update asap, or just change a critical file - it’s available on the website for wordpress.

To update on my previous post, I paid the medical bill, and filled out the reimbursement form. That will get submitted this week, and I’ll get the money back in 2 weeks time.

I’ve been job hunting now since January. Applied for a job at a bank, didn’t get it due to not enough experience in one key area, however, they thought I interviewed well, and I got excellent feedback. I applied for another job at an ISP and got an interview but pulled out due to pay reasons, not enough being offered. Probably didn’t help that the landlord upped the rent, but with interest rates skyrocketting, I understand their need to pay the bills, and the guy has a new family to look after.

I’ve now put in for a position at another ISP in a leadership position, so we will see how this one goes. I made it through the phone interview. Then the face 2 face, now it’s psych profiling. After reading the preparation packs, I’m wondering what they get out of that much profiling. I’ve also sent a copy of my resume to someone else, because it’s always good to keep my options open. Might mean getting more pay too. Let’s hope so.

Let’s discuss work for a sec, it’s the subject of a takeover. I’m finding out daily, horror stories of how the corporate mind works when you don’t work for an ethical company anymore. Sooner I leave the better. Apparently my team have pissed off a key manager so, pretty soon I can see I’ll be getting pressure applied, so they will just leave us alone and wait for us to leave. Asshats. I am a realist. With this takeover, my team and I, will be deemed surplus to requirements when they send the work offshore. Ahh, sucks to be working in a call centre at times. The sooner I am out of here, the better.

Due to my work not paying a bill for a medical test I had to have, the medical centre have in turn, billed me - and about to send me to a credit agency and blacken my credit file forever.

I’ve contacted a few people / organisations to help me. I could pay the bill, but I shouldn’t have to. I’m pretty devastated that this has happened to me. It really does show the lack of care the company has for me. Scary thing is, it’s happening to others in the same office - we’re all getting sent off to a credit agency. Unbelievable.

Yeah Yeah,. this has been probably the longest time away from my blog since I started posting in 2000.

Life gets in the way of my online experience. Work, lovelife, christmas, holidays and all that stuff. Cept now I have a purpose.

I’m sitting on my balcony tonight listening to Triple J, and the rest of the neighbourhood as it parties out in this warm night. Living in a nine storey block of units certainly is interesting. There’s definitely an element of the international here. Many people from different walks of life live here. Some from Norway, Sweden, others from Portugal (the girls below me) Usual smattering of brits, New Zealanders, subcontinent, african - the whole world is living here. When you stpe into the lift to go up to my floor, the smells of various spices and food being used fill the small space. I feel like I am in an international food hall.

Various stereos are pumping out ACDC,Spanish and indian music depending on which floor and on which side of the building you live on. Kids are screaming and running around in the park just below - flood lights are on all night, so it’s pretty safe for them to play at night. Beer drinking songs getting sung, and all whilst we sweat it out on a warm 30 degree night.

I have to get up to work in the morning, but I think I will be sitting up for a while, listening to the noise and thinking about MM, the last two months, and what I am supposed to do for the next 6 months. MM and I have been seeing eachother for 18 months, and when we spend time together, i marvel at how much i feel for him. It’s pretty awesome. I’m 34, turning 35 and suddenly I have a new direction in life to head for.

Work isn’t so good, but this isn’t the night to talk about it. Tonight is just to sit here, think about how lucky I am and make plans for my future.