It’s another post in the same month as the previous! That’s a good sign isn’t it?

I moved to subi a few months ago, and I live in a block of units surrounded by crazy women. One woman apparently had some strokes and they gave her the equivalent of a frontal labotomy. She told me to say hello to the previous tenant which I have now done. He told me some interesting stories about her.

Apparently, she used to walk into his flat, uninvited and make herself tea and then chat with him, so he apparently decided to walk out of the shower nude. That stopped her from coming into the flat, but then that left me thinking I should vacuum the shag pile carpets a bit more. The idea of knowing that the previous tenant wandered around the flat in the nude, and that I work with him, and now I have a horrible image of a short hairy man with a mullet walking around nude in my flat stuck in my head. [claws her eyes out]

No more visa talk at the moment, it’s stressful, but on the flip side, I’m finally gripped the bull by the horns, and getting counselling!  Today, all I did was talk about myself, and my story and a little bit on how I felt about the X. I don’t put up too many public posts about stuff because I don’t always feel comfortable. This really sometimes is just a puff piece blog, and I don’t want to be emo. I’m too old for that.  I’m going to get the counselling done for a couple of months, mainly to learn to make time for myself.

I’m getting nervous about having a flat mat move in. I haven’t spoken to her for a couple of weeks, and i realise I am going to have to change a lot of my habits. I’m very used to living by myself, and I am hoping that she realises I have no intention of sharing my life with her forever. Once MM gets here and we sort the visa, he’s a permanent fixture in my life. I didn’t have to change a lot when MM was here last, he’s like me. Ah dear.. :/

I’m moving house soon, to a small place near the city. It’s smaller than where I am living at the moment, but to be honest, it’s nicer. It’s about 20 years younger than the place I am living in now. At least the kitchen was done up, even if it was done on the cheap in the 90s.  The bedroom is ok.. great wardrobe, but would need more wardrobe space.. I think I might get another one.

I have a car bay, I have no privacy for the “balcony” area, but - I can definitely get some tree like bushes to give me some privacy. I think it’s ok. I will be having a friend move in, I hope she understands it is small! The real estate dude I met to sign the lease was quite hot too.. He found me entertaining as we talked and I cracked some jokes about the new flat.

I’m moving because it’s ridiculous to pay rent for where I am living now when it’s a bit of a hole, and he wants $290 per week for it. Instead, I move closer to Perth and work,  within 5kms walking of the city, and only pay $230 per week. I should really get my arse into gear and start packing so I guess I’ll do that on Wednesday night and Thursday.

I’m over the whole X work thing now. I have moved on, and feeling happier in my mind. Seeing the truth coming out has been therapeutic for me.  I think life is good. I pause when writing the blog, because it’s not that I don’t have the time to write, it’s I don’t wish to write as much.  I obviously still have some angsty issues to deal with, but with the chances increasing that my blog will be found by one of my employers one day, not sure I would want them to know how much of a freak I am..

So where does this leave me and my writing. I don’t know, but I guess that sort itself out in the long term, not leaving though. Just still writing thoughts.

Since the last post, i’ve joined a Gym, and seriously examining the lifestyle of going to semi vegetarian mode.  It has some merits, and really I want the health that goes with the exercise and good food stuff. Last week, I was sick with a headcold, could have lead to a nasty ear infection, but I did get some antibiotics. I didn’t take the full course because after 2.5 days, I was sick just taking the antibiotics, the ears eased up in pain and blockage factor, and my face stopped feeling like I had been bashed with a brick.  Even my teeth hurt.

I’ve passed the 8 week mark, and pulling in some great results at work. I’m highly motivated right now to get the team running as efficiently as possible. More money for them, can lead to more money for me - long term of course. The people I sit with have now fully accepted me into the fold. By torturing me with small tiny plastic spiders that I keep finding around my desk. F*ck me I keep saying each time I find yet more bundles of spidery love in my possessions. The guys think it’s great and are killing themselves laughing each time I freak out. However if they keep doing this, I will freak out if a black plastic spider shows up that isn’t black, or plastic, or fake.

I think I have secured that flat in Subi, won’t find out for a few days. I am sitting on my money waiting so I can hand over some dosh to the guy who’s moving out so I can move in. Then, next pay, last rent, and then next pay, move out, and pay first $fortnight rent. Painful and costly to me in the short term, but worth it in the long run. I’ll be moving into another multi dwelling, with nosey old people. Should be nice and quiet, as it’s a back of the block unit.

They have installed security cameras in the entry way of the units where I currently live, at both exits and in the lift. Not sure why, but might have something to do with the numerous drunken parties and associate damage that is taking place almost every weekend where I live at the moment. I also want an end to carbay fights, I am over it. YOU CAN KEEP THE BAY BIATCH!

I miss MM, I wish he were here.

Life’s been full on since I started my new job. So I’ll go from top down…

Social life: went to a wedding, there were light sabres involved - very cool. The most difficult thing for me, was realising I still had some issues to work through regarding cross dressing males. I sat next to a really lovely man. His girlfriend was there at the same table, she was pregnant, glowing, gorgeous! and you could see they loved eachother. My only problem, was when I saw him standing, and he was wearing a skirt, with high heels, waxed legs, and painted toenails - that caused me some issues. However, I focussed on the man, and not my memories of when I walked in on X, and he was wearing less than this bloke.

I’ve been invited out to a few social events through my new job already. New geek friends have been made, and I’m happy, got a ball to go to, dinners, movie nights.. it’s all happening!

Personal life: Things are happy in that department. I miss him though. Does anyone know a good immigration lawyer?
Family life: love my parents, I have been showing them the photo’s that I have taken over time with MM. They are pretty impressed with those too! The URL for that is: http://wingbitch.com/gallery/

Work: I’m still learning new stuff, I think my idea of a lot of work, and others ideas of a lot of work are vastly different. The new team I have are great. Very intelligent bunch of people that I am happy to look after.

I have taken on 4 new staff from my old team at my old work. They all got jobs now!! On the sad story side, the rest of the department I worked in was made redundant this week, about 60 call centre staff all gone, including team leaders. There’s only skeleton staff there now, and they are all expecting the Axe to fall soon. The assholes, I hope the shareholders rot in hell. They deserved to be treated better than that.

Health: I’ve started changing a few aspects of my life to push me into being a more rounded person. I have been investigating the Raw food lifestyle and downloading podcasts on the subject. It seems like it would be ideal. Essentially, it’s eating all food the way nature intended - uncooked. I am talking about vegetables only, not meats or dairy. Going 100% raw is a bit extreme I think at this stage as I am still investigating, but I think if I can do 50/50 that would be good. I’m also cutting out coffee, to one per day. No more, no less. I have also got a latin dancing DVD that I am picking up at the post office tomorrow, that’s exciting! I like latin dancing and I’m waiting for my food chopper thingy to arrive!

Tenancy Blues: Alas, Alack, my landlord has mentioned the word - rent increase. Yet another, less than 3 months after the previous ones. He wants to redo the flat, and bump up the rent to $300 per week. I know someone will pay that much for it, but it’s not going to be me. I will have to find another place to live, and I may have something sussed in Subiaco, I hope.

That about it, nothing pithy. I feel angsty about my old work, but we have to move on from that. I am excited about my new job, and my new life that’s starting. I am on the way to something great.

Let it be known, that on 08 April 2008, I the owner of this blog - discovered that my next door neighbour’s dlink router was unsecured, and broadcasting so I could seemlessly connect to her internet without thinking twice..

However, it was more of a pain in the ass, since my laptop kept logging into her router before it would log into mine. So really, I had no choice if I didn’t want to keep screwing around with the network settings so I could connect using my own wireless  connection.

So.. I did the basic check, which dlink was it, did it want 192.168.1.1 or.. 10.1.1.1 - ended up being 10.1.1.1; nice time to have a wander inside the router, damn.. she has a better ATT than I do! Beeyotch! I noticed last night she was using dodo, so I wanted to see what her isp username was - and there it was - it was my nextdoor neighbour, and she had 3 other people using her connection. bwahaha.

So being the good neighbour I was, I knocked on her door. She answered it, it was late, and I’m like ‘hiiiii do you have adsl? did you get it connected recently?’ and she replied that she did, and she’d had it for ages. So I went in for the kill. ‘do you use a wireless router?’ Yes she does.. ‘Your router has no password, and I keep connecting to it accidently, and whilst I was connected, I logged in and you have 3 other people using your internet if you don’t own more than 1 computer’

Her face.. a sight to behold. “thank’s so much!!” she uttered as she basically slammed the door and you could hear her starting to have a go at her boyfriend.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her it’s been unsecured for more than a couple of weeks.  Who knows who else has been using it. I did also tell her there were about 20 other wireless networks in the building, and hers was the only unsecured one.

That’s my good deed for the day..

I’m running on empty at the moment - new job leads to lack of brainage. On the plus side, I now get to fight it out, Eagle V Dockers for the next 6 months! Ahhh inter office rivalry. I can’t comment on work too much obviously, but let me just say, that I have seriously heard some of the most stupid people tonight when I was listening to calls. Word to the wise - don’t switch off your antivirus software when downloading with limewire; Don’t muck around with the MDF if you live in a block of flats in an attempt to do your own telephone wiring, and DON’T threaten to beat up telephone technicians.

Secondly, last night there was fire, but not in my flat. The neighbours below decided to have a BBQ with those smokey coals thingies. The BBQ caught fire, and I had smoke billowing upwards into MY unit; into MY flat; setting off MY smoke alarm. Stupid people. Next time they want portuguese chicken, they should go to Nandos.

Now, I use facebook, good to keep up with old friends and workmates, and less emo than myspaz. That being said, I am using the Ignore function to ignore many invitations, and the numbers of invites I get are dropping by the dozen every day. I found a 12 step fuck you about facebook, so I thought I would post it here. If I knew who wrote it, I’d say thanks.

To get you into the mood of this post. Here is some foamy, watch it - think Foamy.

THE 12 FUCK YOUS OF FACEBOOK!

Fuck You Number ONE

OK PEOPLE STOP POSTING GOODNIGHTS ON FACEBOOK. ITS NOT LIKE FACEBOOK IS UR FUCKING HUSBAND OR WIFE TO SAY GOOD NIGHT DUMBASS.

Fuck You number TWO

There is NO SUCH THING as a FACEBOOK Tracker.
It does NOT exist. So quit posting stupid bulletins like
“OH-MY-GOD this WORKS!!!”
No, it doesnt.

Fuck You number THREE

To the people who have like 25,000 friends;
Are you fucking serious?
You’re stupid.
Go play in traffic

Fuck you number FOUR

Don’t ever post pictures and say:
“OMG, I’m so ugly”
because if you were, you wouldn’t post them.
If you do you’re a fucking moron.

Fuck you number FIVE

NOBODY cares about threats over the internet,
so don’t try to act hardcore with the keyboard.
Fighting online is like racing in the Special Olympics;
Even if you win, you’re still retarded

Fuck you number SIX

Quit crying because you’re not on someones ‘Top 8′.
Who cares?!?
IT’S FACEBOOK!!!
If you really cared that much, you would
pick up the damn phone!

Fuck you number SEVEN

Who really cares if I don’t accept you as a friend?
MOVE ON!!!
Don’t send me another request or message asking
“What’s up with you not adding me?”
I don’t want you as a friend, that’s what’s up,
Asshole.

Fuck you number EIGHT

6th graders who have FACEBOOK and look like sluts,
and act like whores;
Go somewhere else because nobody wants you here.
And Parents -
Quit blaming FACEBOOK for your kid being a hooker,
she was a whore before FACEBOOK,
and she’d be a whore without it!
What does that say about your parenting skills?
Think about it!

Fuck you number NINE

If you open a MESSAGE OR SPAM and it says something like repost this in 100 seconds or a ghost will rape you tonight, or some dead bitch is going to rape your mom - quit being dumb

Fuck you number TEN

FACEBOOK was created to keep up with friends.
Quit trying to check up on your dumbass ex!!
Come on, now, people, its called stalking…you might as well be sitting in front of their house with binoculars.

Fuck you number ELEVEN

People who send you a million fucking application invites. Like fuck off I don’t want to be part of your goddamned zombie army or join your gay hockey fantasy pool. Lay the fuck off!!

And finally….

Fuck you number TWELVE

Stop Making groups saying facebook will shut down in 20 days if a million people don’t join. LIKE HOLY FUCK, GET A LIFE

Friday was great.

I left the building at 4.30pm, I walked down the stairs, to the bus stop. I waited 30 seconds, flagged down the 72 - got on and it was done. I didn’t even look at the building where I have worked for the last 3 years. It’s no longer my problem.

Now I just need to fill out the paper work for this new job, sign the contract and hand it all in when I start work on Monday. Gotta find the time to hand in the police clearance application. I just didn’t have the time to do it last week. I wonder if I can claim the clearance charge on tax?

I spoke to MM for a bit before he went off to his brother’s, and I got some fish and chips. I had some Skuttlebut, Sauvignon Blanc Semillion I think, can’t remember. Drank the whole bottle over about 4 hours. Wasn’t too pissed at the end of it. Had a dreamless sleep for the most part, except the part where I dreamt about my now X work. No worries, I just ignored it and slept more.

I do know the people downstairs got home about 1am, and started drinking more and had loud music playing. I fell asleep to the honking laughter of this chick, called Amanda. I know her name because her Boyfriend keeps screaming her name when she’s down at the pool, and he can’t be arsed going down there to talk to her. So he shouts from the balcony.

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.