Delusion is no solution
It occurred to me just a moment ago that I haven't had to slug through job websites for a whole two months now. Life is hilarious. I almost cancelled my interview for the job I have now, I think I was scared that it might have actually pulled through. I've been busy at work. Various jobs just mount on my desk and before midday I'm usually drowning in print outs of beautifully designed pages with no words. Well, just jibberish. Allow me to explain. Before an article is made up, the designers throw together an image or two and create various text boxes with 'filler' text that we in the publishing universe call lorem ipsum. It's then my job to replace this dummy text with my words. Which is as scary as it sounds. And many a time, I've handed a page in only to have it given back to me with billions of corrections and re-wordings in scary, thick red pen. Ah, I'm 23 years old now and still, the red pen gives me shivers.
I wanna re-vamp my site with a new layout but as if I have the energy to sift through all the crap ones to in three hours find one I like.
The girls I was going to perform with in the SDC Christmas concert have bailed out on me and I'm going to dance in it anyway to feel good about myself. That whole 'Yeah? Well I don't need you guys to be able to carve that rug!' really came out in me. Did I just italicise the wrong word? I must've pulled a Kramer. "They fooled me, Jerry!"
I've developed a new skill from being at work these past few weeks and that is the ability to spot a double space in any given body of text from a kilometre away. They say this is important. I hope so.
I miss writing here. Usually on weeknights, after I've walked to Coogee and back, stuffed my face, checked my home email and shared the day's mishaps with Daniel, I feel like collapsing. Berocca has helped me through a couple of late nights but it's doing me a disservice since the old ladies at work have come under the impression that people who drink Berocca must be major alcoholics. Ha!
No real plans for tonight. I will read. Sit on my ass. You know, my favourites things in life. Like that Spanish proverb says "How beautiful it is to do nothing. And then to rest afterward." I agree.
I wanna re-vamp my site with a new layout but as if I have the energy to sift through all the crap ones to in three hours find one I like.
The girls I was going to perform with in the SDC Christmas concert have bailed out on me and I'm going to dance in it anyway to feel good about myself. That whole 'Yeah? Well I don't need you guys to be able to carve that rug!' really came out in me. Did I just italicise the wrong word? I must've pulled a Kramer. "They fooled me, Jerry!"
I've developed a new skill from being at work these past few weeks and that is the ability to spot a double space in any given body of text from a kilometre away. They say this is important. I hope so.
I miss writing here. Usually on weeknights, after I've walked to Coogee and back, stuffed my face, checked my home email and shared the day's mishaps with Daniel, I feel like collapsing. Berocca has helped me through a couple of late nights but it's doing me a disservice since the old ladies at work have come under the impression that people who drink Berocca must be major alcoholics. Ha!
No real plans for tonight. I will read. Sit on my ass. You know, my favourites things in life. Like that Spanish proverb says "How beautiful it is to do nothing. And then to rest afterward." I agree.