It was one of those really crappy nights tonight, storms, alerts for things breaking.. and there I was working through it all. The only good thing was that Collingwood beat the Eagles However my joy will be short lived when freo are ripped apart tomorrow @ subi.

I encountered a rude bus driver on the way home, I have written in a complaint tonight and sent it in… So it’s written below.

Have a good night all, happy June!

Feel free to just reply to me in email, I work in a Call Centre doing shift work.

My complaint is regarding a rude bus driver I dealt with tonight who was taking me home.

I had no idea that the bus stop near Eastpoint on Adelaide Terrace was closed. The travel easy advice for 28/05 did not appear in my email. I have checked spam and trash can to make sure.

As I was walking to the bus stop, I noticed there was a Crane type truck in front of the bus stop and witches hats’ so I didn’t go near the bus stop, I stood about 25 metres further down the road so I could hail the bus and so they could see me.

When I flagged it down, it stopped further down, for that I am grateful, so thank you to him for that.

What I am not grateful about is the rudeness of the bus driver who had a go at me when I got on the bus. He said to me something like: “what is wrong with you people, don’t you know the bus stop is closed?”

I told him I didn’t know, I had just got out from work.

He replied “there’s a big sign on the bus stop, can’t you read?”

I told him I didn’t see the sign

he raised his voice again and said how could I miss it it’s a big sign.

I replied as I swiped on, that I didn’t walk all the way to the bus stop, so I didn’t see it.

Now, i’m glad he picked me up, there are other bus drivers on that route which is the last 103 to Fremantle at 23.39 at that stop who are very nice and polite.

Like them, I finish late from work, I’m tired, and given that I work as a Manager and run Customer Service team in a call centre, I expect to be shouted at by angry customers. I don’t expect to be shouted at by the man who is taking me home after I’ve worked nearly 11 hours.

If he’s that cranky about driving the last bus to Fremantle then maybe he should swap shifts. If I thought it was safe enough walking through the city at night so I could catch the train home, I would. At least then I don’t get abused by the train guards on the Fremantle line.

Regards,

Lori

Update: Transperth rang me to tell me they were going to take action with my complaint. Apparently he’d been complained about before, and they thought perhaps a written warning would do. For some reason they asked me if he should have one. Shit, that’s not my job, but I don’t think I should be asked if he should get one! I almost felt sorry for the driver, but he was the abusive one, not me.

Who in their right mind would buy a pet groomer for their pet.. and subject it to such torture. Eventually the advert will disappear into the Internet ether, so I’ll repost the content from the website - dealsdirect.com.au

Show your pet how much you love them with this amazing groomer. The built-in ionic deoderiser works like a magnet to draw dirt and dust away from your pet’s hair, leaving fur soft, shiny and fresh. The adjustable groom allows you to set the comb length for all types of pet hair, be it your husky’s long fur or the sleek, short fur of your Siamese cat.
For the perfect groom without piles of fur on the floor or countertop you can even attach the Pet Vac Fur Master to your standard vacuum cleaner hose via the included rubberised hose connector. The result? A clean, allergy free home and a happy, healthy pet that shines!

FEATURES:

• Pet Vac Fur Master Pet Deshedding System.
• A well groomed pet is a healthier and happier pet!
• Instantly remove dust, dirt and dead hair.
• Adjustable comb to suit all types and lengths of hair from short to long.
• Unique stream of positive ions cleanse fur, leaving it soft and restored of shine.
• Attaches to your standard vacuum hose via flexible rubberised connection (3.5″ diameter connection).
• Anti-shedding design.
• Ionic technology.
• LED indicator.
• Slide brush for easy hair removal.
• Requires 1 x 9v battery (not included).

It attaches to a VACUUM HOSE?

Hands up pet owners who believe a cat or dog, would willingly hang around a loud noisy vacuum cleaner that’s switched on and sucking away at the dirty and fur on the carpet?

That’s rather torturous!! Imagine the scene now..

“here kitty kitty, it’s time for your ionic pet vac fur master”

*mwraawr?*

“trust me it won’t hurt a bit”

[clicking noise attaching the Per Vac Fur Master attachment to the hose]

*mwrrraaawr?* [cat rubs itself on your leg, and stares at you lovingly]

[flicks switch]

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE [cat fluffs up and hides under the couch, slashing at your ankles on the way past]

“here kitty - wait? where are you going? Don’t you want your fur sucked clean by the latest in Pet grooming technology?”

The things some people will do. I think it’s a creation made by those who hate pets.

I’ve had a pretty slack long weekend.

The weather had been in a word, Perfect. Just the right amount of heat, cool breezes and clouds in the sky to make you realise that we are now on the downward slope to a delicious winter. I for one welcome the winter, break out the doona, blankies and the hot water bottle!

All that aside, since it’s still not quite cold enough for all those nice wintery extras, I thought I’d comment on the geek meat I went to. I’ve been to two so far. One last week, and one this week. They have been pretty cool; met some new people, and some existing friends. This week included some from the furry community.

The only issue I have is that the venue for today’s meat, still slacked off on crap service and coffee. They can’t tell the difference between a mocha and a capuccino (which was all foam).

Also went to the new IKEA store in Innaloo, pretty impressed all round. The parking problem is still the same, apparently there are 900 bays, and that’s just not enough. I needed to park on the sandy block next door. The most enjoyable part of the whole adventure was having coffee in their cafe section. They use their own coffee, and it was delicious. I will definitely be going back there again. The 99 bus, for those of you who are in Perth, has a stop right next to IKEA, so you can use public transport. I recommend this to everyone in the city to avoid driving.

The new job starts in earnest tomorrow. I’m looking forward to the challenge.

update:: changed the theme, after much grumbling the one I wanted didn’t work out. So i fiddled as you do, and totally screwed it up. Nearly locked myself out of the blog; and thanks to a nice person from WP; fixed up a couple of extra bits and pieces

Sitting in a staff meeting watching someone in the team gobbing down a huge mouthful of wasabi, which was hotter than usual - and suffering in silence whilst it burnt the lining from his nose, throat and tastebuds from his tongue.

Being on the bus tonight thinking, wow no one is sitting next to me. Then having the world’s smelliest breathed man sitting next to me. Queue the breath mints, thank god I had some in my bag

I puchased a 4Gb Sandisk Cruzer USB drive, very nice - almost like a PC on a stick. It’s smaller and more portable than the macbook air

When starting at a new company, it’s essential to figure out where the lie of the land is. Who do you need to get to know, how are you going to fit in? If you come in as a pleb, it’s easier to make friends, and get out there and find out what’s going on, and if you have a nasty experience, you can run back to your original posse. When you come in as basically, lower middle management, and you’re on your own - well that’s different. You basically eat lunch alone, go on tea breaks alone, go sit in induction with your fellow inductees (and that new boss) have a laugh, do some quizzes, then you’re left to your own devices.

I find this an uncomfortable place to be in. At my old workplace, when I became a team leader, many of the other TL’s weren’t that accepting of me. I still had my friends I’d made already in the call centre,  lucky for me, I did have a couple of other TL’s who were also friends, but I still found it hard to fit in. It took nearly a year for me to make friends with a couple of the TL’s and they ended up being pretty amazing women. I regret that it took so long for things to thaw between us. So, now I’m the new TL. I have to start to getting to know my co-workers,  I have to work on them, and depend on them. They have to get to know me. So, it’s off to the pub for free drinks! (looking like a good career move already) and then after a meeting where I was almost bored to tears, to a cricket match, involving of course, lots of alcohol.

Ultimately, I don’t want to be the spare wheel in one of those uncomfortable awkward social situations. It’s a peer thing I guess, I feel like reverting back to when I was a kid and wanting to belong, and that’s perfectly normal. I’m used to being able to wander around and sitting down with people and having lunch, having a laugh, or running off with friends because we’re up to something.

So I’ve become paranoid, I’ve changed my BO killer, just in case the other one would mysteriously stop working, I make sure I blow my nose before I go to work ever day, no one wants to go to the loo, look in the mirror and see one of those evil  nasal boogers swinging around each time you inhale and exhale. I try and minimise my worst features, make sure I smile alot, and keep my mouth shut unless the next thing I say actually does contribute to the conversation. I try not to be too witty, or sarcastic, or evil, just in case people think I’m arrogant.

GAH! damn peer pressure at this age, I don’t want the kids in the school yard to laugh at me!

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.

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.

Yes, i am posting again for the moment.

Work related stress mainly, I don’t enjoy blogging when I am stressed.  Dad emailed this to me.

BBQ Protocol

We Aussies are about to enter the summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the protocol of this sublime outdoor cooking activity, as it’s the only type of cooking a ‘real’ man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.
When a man volunteers to do the BBQ, the following chain of events are put into motion:

Routine…

The woman buys the food.
The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.
The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside  the grill-beer in hand.

Here comes the important part:
THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.

More routine….

The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.
The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her,and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the situation.

Important again:

THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

More routine….

The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table.
After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

  And most important of all:

Everyone PRAISES  and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.
The man asks the woman how she enjoyed “her night off.” And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing some women….