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.. :/

Well, it’s been a busy month for June.

My work is good, no bitching needed there, some awesome people now where I am. Great boss, great team and all that Jazz.. hey ! I have no complaints really on that point.

What is new and stressful is trying to figure out the type of visa I can import MM with. Most are out, so we’re now looking at defacto visa, or the prospective marriage visa.. not sure which is scarier.  The idea of commitment … makes my mouth go dry. Am I ready?

Another post, this time about what worries me.

I went to the doctors to get a med cert, and ended up getting blood tests taken.

I told him how I was feeling when he asked me. I was tired, very tired, cranky, needing sleep. Mood swings, cold, depressed, anxious, and that I really was happy - great job, moved, in love all that kind of crap. Thing that worried me was that I’ve been getting sick a lot recently.

He was humming some weird irish tune, and clicking on lots of buttons, and printed out  a blood test thingy. He then pushed me out the door, and into the next room where a nice nurse took 4 vials of blood. I’m getting all the tests, including the blood sugar one and cholesterol one. Not too concerned about the blood sugar test, but am about the cholesterol.. I haven’t had a check for a while.

He told me about some interesting stats about why I could be so tired, and we shall see. I’d be worried, but I’m not. I’ll find out the news next week about what is wrong with me. I’m looking forward to it

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.

I’ve been at work for a few weeks now - starting to get settled in and enjoying it. I’ve been doing my own induction, finding out all the info I need to find out, I still don’t know enough. It’s great though, I still think I am the luckiest person in the world, working in the industry I still have passion for.

I went ice-skating tonight with one of my besties. I was terrified I was going to fall over and hurt my knee again like I did all those years ago. I think I’ll go back again, if only because I remembered how much I enjoyed it. just wandering around in a circle, around and around.  I think I might take my ipod because I think it’s about the only thing I can think of where you can be alone in a crowd, and not look out of place.  Brought back a lot of memories, some good and some bad.

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

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!