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.

Sorry if anyone takes offense to the title. I’m pretty upset about some news I heard today about my old team from my old workplace.

They all got escorted out the building today, made redundant as their jobs have just been taken over by an overseas call centre.

I feel so bad for them. I’m hoping they will get jobs where I am working at now. Fucking irrational business decisions.  No one can tell me that it’s a good thing when people lose their jobs like this. Even if we are in an employment boom.  I guess that means the rest of the call centre will be going soon.

If they weren’t offered jobs in the main call centre for customer service, I don’t hold out much hope for the rest of the people I have worked with over the last 4 years.  It hasn’t even been three weeks since I left.

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

I should have stayed in bed this morning! Then mysteriously been transported to work, call nice and lean, smelling pretty and looking hot. Instead, I got out of bed on time, got dressed on time, make up done on time, collating everything into one handbag on time OK. Not on time. It was at this point that it became a litany of small disasters leading up to one great big one.

I needed to log onto the bank website I use so I could get my BSB and account number - I reached into my bag for my diary and pen, and as I was getting ready to write it all down, I noticed my fingers were sticky.. I looked down at my hands, and they were covered in blue ink. I stared for a moment, not quite absorbing the meaning of blue ink. I then looked at the pen in my hands, and both hands were covered, and my filofax (which isn’t leather, its CHINO - so now the cover is ruined). [insert mental anguished scream]

OK no problem ,  I find the banking details, use the pen to write it all down, precariously switch off the laptop without staining it with blue pen  ink. I run to the kitchen and start scrubbing my hands with the green pot scrubber thingy and hot water and soap. Eventually I get enough blue pen off my hands and fingers and.. fingernails? how the hell did it get on those? I rushed off to the bus stop once I collected my bag, diary and everything else, only to find that as I was standing on one side of the road… the bus I needed to catch drove on by, without me. [(-&^k]

I waited and waited and waited for the next bus, due to swing on by at 8.08am, except it didn’t turn up until 8.18am. So I rang my new work, told them I was going to be up to 10 minutes late, and stewed about what a great (not) first impression that was. As I scuttled into the training room - kindly walked in by the Head of Training, I took my seat rather sheepishly. I was happy though, I made it, only 5 minutes late. Until I found out the man sitting next to me, was my new boss - doing induction training as well. God, someone kill me now.

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.

I put my finger on it today..It’s like I am leaving my X when it comes to quitting work. I am over it - now the decision is made, I don’t want to do the special stuff. I don’t want to be here anymore.
I’m starting the countdown to my last day.  I’m going into work this afternoon (public holiday today) till 8pm since it’s the public holiday and member’s of my team will be there till close, and I don’t get paid doubletime to work it. I won’t be able to have that day off I want.

I cleaned out my desk yesterday, I just didn’t have that much junk to take home.  I have to come up with a list of my duties and ensure my staff are trained to do them all, and let the team manager know about it all as I do my handover.

I’m alternating between excitement and anxiety. My business unit manager hasn’t bothered emailing or calling me since I put in my resignation, reinforcing to me that it was the correct decision to quit and move on.

What I don’t really want is a huge goodbye from people I have worked with.  Most of my friends have left already.
I don’t want a lunch, although my team want to have one.
I don’t want to go to the pub, but there are rumbles about that too
I’m kind of over it all now, and just want to move on to something new.
Anyone else felt like that when changing jobs