Ugh

So, it looks like I'm applying for a new job :(

I was really hoping that my Current Firm would give me a job as a paralegal/solicitor. Paralegal now(ish), graduate solicitor when I'm admitted
And I'm not saying they won't.

BUT.
Our Xmas party was Friday night, and after he'd had a few, my boss had a very candid conversation with me about my career. Basically, he said that I would be better off leaving Current Firm, because it will be very difficult to escape the administrative role. I have been a secretary there for 7 years. Even if I was in a different team, it would be easy for people to continue to treat me like a secretary.

He's right, and not the first person to say so, and I do value his opinion enormously.

So, it looks like I'm job hunting.

Hate applications. Hate interviews. Haven't had to do either in a decade.

Hate change.

Fuck. Now I have to do a resume...

The Update

I know, I know, its been, like, 3 months.

And sadly nothing much exciting has happened.

I passed my last round of exams (woot!) and am now 4 weeks into my last semester ever. After last exams in March, there's 3 months of post-grad training and then I'm in!! I'll be a fully respectable solicitor :)

The kitties are doing well, Tash is coming out of her shell and has become quite the lap-cat but the side-effect of this is that she has also become quite the demanding whingy-pants.
Ah well, she is a cat I suppose.


Not sure if I ever mentioned on here, but I took up beginner ballet for adults a few months back. Love love LOVE it. So disappointed its finished for the hols until Feb. As has physie :( . I won't know what to do with myself now.

Suppose I could get on the treadmill.

I was doing Body Pump classes last summer but the timetable wasn't really working out for me. I was thinking I might like to buy a DVD and do them from home (Rebel Sport has a good little weights kit for this which was only about $50 last I looked). Stupid Body Pump and their super-secret routines. Can anyone recommend a DVD of something similar? Its so hard to know what its like when they can't use the phrase body pump...

Righto, I have fulfilled my update promise.

Will try to post more often. Have missed you all!

Soon!

I will do a proper update post soon. I promise!! In the mean time... Muppet GOLD!

Assignment #7 (I think I missed some)

What’s the worst job you ever held, and why was it so awful?

I once did stocktake for Kliens - a cheapy little jewellery store. The people were fine. The cash was fine. It was a one-off.

It nearly killed me.

You know those little cardboard backings that earrings and whatnot are mounted on? A whole store full.
ALL needing to be counted. Tens of thousands of them. It was at least a 15 hour day.

Never again.

Do you recall?

I think I mentioned early on in this blog, that it was primarily to be a record and venting about my weight and weight loss journey.

You may have noticed that lack of posts on this topic.

You may be interested to note that I have not lost any weight since starting this blog.

Today is Monday.
This morning my scales told me I weighed 93.8kg.

Despite me having an exam tomorrow (seems like I constantly have exams, no?) and despite the fact that H and I are going away for a long weekend on Thursday, I am going to start making an effort.

I have gym equipment in my house (treadmill and elliptical trainer). I know how to eat healthy. I'm going to try.
Keep me focussed, people.

Assignment #6

What were you doing:

One week ago?

This time last week I was frantically stressing about my uni assignment which was due at 9am the next day and was largely incomplete. I skipped my dance class and was up until 3am to get it finished and submitted on time.

One month ago?

This time last month I was spending some quality time with my some awesome girls I'm in a bridal party with in October. We spent the day bridesmaid dress shopping and lunching. It was a great weekend.

One year ago?

This time last year I had just finished celebrating my nephew's 2nd birthday. (Side note: obviously it is now his 3rd birthday and we were going to have a party this weekend. But now they all have swine flu. Seriously.)

A very close friend of mine was about to move to London (and he is still there and loving it).

I was mid-Rocky Horror fabulousness.

We were also pre-house/mortgage owners so there was a lot of talk about that.

10 years ago?

I was gearing up for my HSC. In theory anyway. I was probably actually bludging my butt off and partying hard.

Assignment #5

If you could rewrite any piece of fiction, what would it be and why?

Hmm. This is a hard one. Most fiction I tend to find I love as is, or I hate so much it should be binned, rather than anyone waste any more time on it.

I have deep recollections of being very angry with Jane Austen's Persuasion. If they'd just gotten together in the first place, I wouldn't have had to read the onther 400-odd pages. A 10 page version of that would have been just lovely.

And then you have Pride and Prejudice - which has already been re-written as Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. A grand improvement and highly recommended by me. I think that has been improved as much as possible. Removal of the zombies would be an obvious step backwards, yet to add more fictional entities would surely render it ridiculous?

No, something else is needed.

And the only thing still making me angry is the original Italian Job. Which I don't think was ever a book. Do correct me if I am wrong.

So - *spoiler alert* - remeber the ending. The infuriating, inconclusive ending? Never seen it? Let me set the scene...

The get-away van has struck some misfortune - its rear wheels are now hanging precariously over the edge of a very steep cliff drop. The force of the slip has caused the back doors to fly open. the boxes of gold/loot are sliding perilously towards to open doors. As the men inch forward to try to grab the bozes, the weight of the van shifts and tilts furtehr over the cliff and the boxes slide further away. The men inch back to stop the van tumbling. It becomes clear that they cannot get the boxes without the van going over the cliff. But they really want the boxes. They've spent the whole movies getting their hands on that loot.

What to do, what to do?

And, the credits roll.

SO ANNOYING! What happened??

I would totally add another 5 minutes onto that (probably killing them all). I don't particularly care what happened, I just needed something to happen. I needed closure.

Actually, I think the 2003 remake did change the ending but I don't remember what to, so its clearly not important.

Sorry kids - that's all I have. Did you love or hate the ending of this flick?

Too funny not to

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Assignment #4

I may have missed #3 - whoops.

Tell a Funny Story on Yourself. We’ve all had things happen in the past that we thought were the worst or most embarrassing thing EVER, but come to realize years later just how funny the situation actually was. What’s your story, and at what point did you realize it was no longer embarrassing, but hilarious?

Do you know what's really funny? I am like, the worst sport ever. Practical jokes are not funny. I do not go along with these. In fact, I am far more likely to have a mini-tanty and sulk for the rest of however-long. My good friends know this - they bring it on themselves.

So I was considering this topic, and have come to the conclusion that I do not have any embarrassing stories which I now feel are funny. Bestie would not agree.
Instead, I proposed to tell an embarrassing story which Bestie thinks is completely and utterly hilarious, both then, and now. I remain cranky at her for humiliating me so. I'd love your thoughts.

Let me set the scene:

I'm about 14.

We've been on a church group trip to the breach.

Sidenote: I, personally, am a person who likes to be comfortable. This means not riding home on a bus in wet swimmers under my clothes. So I always take dry underclothes to change into (and a plastic bag for my togs, cause I'm a tad anal too).
This particular day, my swimmers had dried before it was time to go, so no need to change.

We're on the bus home.

I'm poking around in my bag, and I notice that although my undies are in my bag, I cannot see my (matching, favourite) bra. This is very upsetting/irritating. Bestie sees my face and asks what's wrong.

K: I can't find my bra. It must have fallen out at the beach.

B: What did it look like?

K: A bra. It was sorta sand-coloured, with speckly-type pattern fabric. It matched this. (discreetly show her the fabric of the matching undies) (see how badly this incident scarred me? I still remember that set)

Bestie: (stands up, announces to entire bus) Has anyone seen K's bra? She thinks she left it at the beach. Its a size XX and looks like XX. There's matching bottoms here if anyone thinks that will help you remember if you saw them.

I died. Remember, I was 14. This was mortifying.

I'm still pissy about it. Bestie is still laughing.

Opinions?


ETA:
Oh - and then there was the time I purchased a new cigarette lighter and it wasn't working. So I held it up to my ear to see if I could hear the gas coming out. And promptly set fire to my hair. In the middle of the shopping centre.
That one was actually funny (considering I didn't lose my hair).
Gosh I'm stupid sometimes :)

Assignment #2

Yeah, that whole 'not making this blog all about the assignments is going well, hey?

Anyhoo - let's not dwell.

This week's assignment is inspired by this article.
I'm to write about what I eat when I'm alone. Is it any different from what I eat when I have friends over, or even when I'm eating with my husband? Why is that?

The brief extract of the article implied that one cooks actual meals for them self. I, for the vast most-part, do not.
I am not especially a person who enjoys preparing meals. I can cook, and even do so sometimes, but H is much more the domestic half of our partnership.

Its true, that H and I like different things. So eating alone is a fantastic opportunity to have something that they wouldn't eat. Which is why I often have microwave macaroni and cheese (Besta Pasta brand - 'tis awesome) when H is not home (he whinges about the smell - he doesn't even have to eat it!).

I will also have tinned soup or noodles or some other such instant-ish foods.

This is not because I do not appreciate food - I love food. But I like foods that are not of quality also (McDonald's, anyone?) so its not really selling myself short.

Also, I would rather save my time doing something more enjoyable instead of cooking when its just for me.

So the end result is yes. My food is different when others are involved. H will usually cook when its the two of us, but when there are 'guests', well, you sort of want to impress them a bit. I want them to feel special enough that we cooked something yummy, not just rooted around in the pantry for whatever we had floating in there.

Since reading this topic, I have wondered if my general attitude to food (that its yummy and I should therefore eat lots of it) and my lack of self-control has anything to do with my lack of enjoyment in its preparation? If I liked to cook, would I be any thinner? Or, in fact, fatter?

I suspect I'd be fatter.
Other than the odd experimental dish, I tend to cook foods that I either already know I like, or that I'm pretty darn certain I will like. Some of my absolute favourite meals I've resisted getting the recipe for, knowing that I will cook them. And then eat them. So if I enjoyed to cook, I imagine that I would just make more foods and then eat them.
At least if I haven't got anything ready made in the house then I won't unnecessarily eat.